ROSALINE’S POV: The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the second-most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The first was the face of my daughter, but Damien’s sleeping face was the second. He looked so innocent and harmless when he was asleep that I could not get enough of it. He laid his head on top of my chest with his arm draped over my stomach. His lips were partially parted, and little snores escaped them. I found it funny how this big and fearless man could look so harmless and childlike. It made me wonder what it was like way back when I was a child. As I watched him, I could not help but notice the uncanny resemblance he had to our daughter.Shame they would never meet.A knock came on the door, ruining this peaceful moment. A minute passed, and the knock came once again. I felt sorry for whoever was on the other side because when Damien’s eyelids flew open, they revealed his red, enraged eyes. He muttered something inaudible under his breath, but something told me it

ROSALINE'S POV:So here I stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom with a plastered smile and a hole in my heart. I made it look convincing, and I concealed my hurt because I did not want to ruin this day for anyone.Even though this was the day that was supposed to be all about me,But it's also Damien's. I mean, look at him; he looked so happy. His smile was almost reaching his ears, and it only worsened the feeling in my chest. He wore a dashing midnight black suit, and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone as usual to reveal his tanned chest. His striking silver cross hung loosely around his neck, looking attractive as always.The music began, and I could feel the eyes of hundreds of wolves on me. I inhaled deeply to calm my nerves and straighten my back. Setting my eyes ahead, I held my head high and my pride higher as I began to make my way down the altar.My steps were calm and calculated; I made sure to make them as graceful as possible, but all my attention was

ROSALINE’S POV: After that, I just told him to go to bed. He needed it. I really did want to tell him that the woman hunting him was his mate, which was me, by the way, but I do not think he was capable of handling that at the moment. I mean, he looked like he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.But I really did not know what I had hoped to achieve by prolonging telling him the truth. Maybe it was because a very big part of me did not want to; that part of me was scared. scared of things changing, and all this will be over.But then I remember my daughter and how she cannot be deprived of both a father and a mother for too long. I already miss her so much.Thoughts like these went through my mind as I watched Damien take off his suit. I had expected him to go to bed immediately after that, but he did something that had my jaw dropping to the floor. He grabbed my dress by the cleavage and ripped it in half.A gasp left my lips as my boobs sprung free and the dress pooled a

DAMIEN’S POV:“Your majesty, you cannot just leave in the middle of an important meeting!” Geoffrey screeched as he did his best to catch up to me.I have spent hours going from meetings to meetings, and I am already sick of it. It was not because it was boring or anything; I just hated being away from her for too long. It has been over ten hours, and I have not so much as gotten a whiff of her scent; it felt like I was going insane.What was happening to me?This is the longest we have been in two months, and it feels so strange to me; it irks my skin.“I want my wife,” I said with a growl as I stormed up to the orphanage home. I knew she was there now. I do not know how, but I did; I could feel her. Thank heavens, my meeting with the head of the weapon refinery was only a couple of buildings away.“I understand that you miss her, sir, but you still have two more meetings before your activities for the day come to an end; if you leave now, it would put us far behind schedule."“I d

DAMIEN'S POV: Rage.That was all I felt as I watched them speak to each other in hushed tones. They were oblivious to my presence right above them; too bad I couldn't hear them.There was this hidden tension between them, and it made me angrier when I did not know why.But that was when a question came up in my mind. Were they lovers?My teeth gnarled, and my grip on the railings tightened. Fuck! Why can't I remember anything about her?Maya… Maya… Maya…That name was so strange and unfamiliar to me that I have no memory of anyone with that name. But her face... I could not deny that her face did look familiar, but that was it.“Why do you think I wouldn’t remember you?”A groan leaves my lips as those words ring in my head. They were my words; I can remember saying that once before. But to whom?So many questions, so few answers.I watched them for only God knows how long; I could not tear my gaze away from my wife. The way she looked so troubled and worried bothered me. What in God