Novel & Cerita Alaska Rose

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

From the glow rose a single spark that drifted upward, caught in the wind, and vanished into the clouds. A signal. “Let the packs see it,” I whispered. “Let them know the moon bleeds again.” Varyn’s men moved to the edges of the ruin, lighting torches, feeding them to the storm. The smoke curled crimson, thick and deliberate, rising into the gray sky. Far away, I knew, he would see it Ares in his fortress, watching the same smoke climb the horizon like a scar. I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

The thin fabric of both pieces of clothing she was wearing was harshly scratching against her overly sensitive skin and she just wanted to get out of them. Rose was about six feet from the door when it was opened by a blonde man carrying something. Recognizing the man as Adom. Rose would have been ok if it wasn't for the fact that he was an Alpha. Whimpering, Rose felt her body react to the strong appealing scent of her, but her mind was still clear, and she heard herself snarl like an actual animal at the blonde.

He swallowed hard on his throat before he turned to face Alice, hiding the flowers on his back, his chest pounding fast with excitement. “Alice …” Arth said, looking down on his feet. “Yes?” “Uh … I’ve got something for you.” Arth handed out the roses from his back. He saw how her face brightened into surprise. Her soft cheeks turned to a slight red, her black eyes blinking many times. “These are blue winter roses!” Alice slowly took the flowers from his hand. “These are quite rare. You’re giving these to me for real?” Her lips cast a genuine smile after she smelled the roses.

My eyes practically bulged in their sockets when I saw the red roses. Alpha Roman was crouched before them, brushing a petal gently. "Do you know what this flower is called?" He asked, and I moved closer, halting behind him. He was shirtless, his hair pulled into a half ponytail. He had deep incision scars on his back. They looked painful. "It's a Rose," I said, crouching beside him. He glanced at me, his green eye glowing. "Rose," he rolled the word on his tongue.

Cillian spoke and I nearly laughed. Was he kidding? Does he know where I sleep and rest my entire life in Rock Mountain pack? Then my eyes caught something just at the first step of the stairs. On each corner of the stairs they put a huge pot of white roses. Its petals so big and beautiful, I could smell the fragance even before we got closer to it. I smiled when I saw them. Does Cillian loved flowers too? I looked at him and somehow it didn't match his figure. I smiled a little. At least they appreciate these beautiful things. In Rock Mountain you'll never found any vase of flower inside the Alpha's pack house. Luna Fern said she is alergic and Alpha Jordan said flowers are for the weak.

Alaska wiggled herself gently under his hand and happily barked. “Oh gentle forest, you have helped me in my time of need. I am in need once more.” She gently spoke causing him to quiet as he listened to her speak. Her beautiful tones filled with pain and sorrow. She had such lively voice before. “I am in need of flower called Achillea Millefolium.”