Novel & Cerita The Reclaimed Rose

Instead, what caught my attention when I was finally able to gain control of my body was a single long-stemmed rose placed on top of the small glass coffee table near the window. I recognized the variety, the voluminous petals, that ombré beautifully from soft peach to warm apricot. A Juliet rose. Setting down my phone, I gingerly climbed off the bed. Earlier the nurses removed all the tubes connected to my body so I can now move freely without the fear of getting tangled with my IVs. The tiled floor was cold against my bare feet, but they did only little to affect me as I padded my way toward the table. The rose was still fresh and had the slightest scent of tea and a peachy fragrance. A sm

"A mate that has been rejected by one alpha cannot be claimed by another. It is forbidden." Elder Michael sat still, staring at his fellow elders, he was the one I went to, and we made sure I was able to reclaim Nora, which turned out to be possible. Michael leaned forward, his hands clenched on the table. "I was the one who supported Alpha Horace, he did it because it was the right thing to do. Lenora in question was being cast aside, and it said in the scrolls that any rejected can be reclaimed by anyone." As I listened to their accusations, my eyes narrowed in anger. I had not come here to be berated by these old men. I am the Alpha of this land, and I would not be cowed by their disappro

I opened my eyes, my heart skipped a beat. It was the scent of a rogue, the same scent I caught la st time. I glanced around the pack’s garden, as I wondered how a rogue got into our territory.

One wanted to mess with her, and the other ached for her. After everyone left with Debra, Marion wandered to the greenhouse. Inside were Caleb's prized roses. It was locked at night. Marion recalled how those guys overseas used roses to fix things with girls. They told him that roses could cheer up any angry girl. He picked the lock skillfully and went in. "There were a lot of roses, but they were all the same breed. Not knowing much about flowers, he snipped every rose with clippers and wrapped them in paper. As he walked out, a voice in his head urged him not to make Debra cry.

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

Finally, in an act of surrender, I retrieved the desiccated rose from beneath my pillow and brought it close to my nose, yearning for a faint trace of Catherine's fragrance. It was the same flower I plucked from Catherine's window on the day of my departure. Now, it had withered completely, the once-moist petals transformed into fragile, papery remnants. Still, I couldn't bring myself to part with it. I pressed it against my nose, hoping to capture even the slightest essence of her intoxicating scent. The memories of that fateful night came flooding back, and my desire for Catherine's touch grew even stronger.

And blooming there, in absolutely flawless, brilliant clusters of white, lavender, and deep magenta, were hundreds of rare orchids. "Adrian..." Lydia whispered, her fingers instantly flying to her lips, her dark eyes pooling with a sudden, beautiful shine of tears. She recognized the specific variations instantly. These were the exact, highly delicate breeds from her late mother, Nurhayati Yasin’s, historical collection—flowers she thought had been lost to the administrative neglect of old family estates years ago.

Suddenly, a line of hotel attendants marched through the front glass doors carrying massive, elaborate arrangements of rare, shimmering roses. Blue moon-blooms, blood-red velvet petals, and sparkling silver-tipped stems filled the air with an overpowering, intoxicating fragrance that captivated the entire room. Cassidy gasped, her eyes lighting up with greed as she stepped forward. "Look at those! Those are northern moon-roses! They cost a fortune to harvest from the Alpha mountains!" She turned to Declan with a fake, fluttering smile. "Alpha Declan, did you order these for our pack delegation to celebrate the agreement?"

By the time we returned to our desks, a small weight had lifted off my shoulders. That evening, I came home feeling lighter. The kids were in the living room, Jason building a tower with his blocks while Anna played with her dolls. Their laughter filled the air, and for a moment, everything felt okay. But that moment shattered when I saw the bouquet of roses waiting on the doorstep. The flowers were beautiful, their crimson petals vibrant and fresh. My first thought was that they were from Jeff, a peace offering perhaps. But when I opened the small envelope tucked among the stems, my heart stopped.

Going from house to house, they captured new slaves and killed anyone who defied them. Lucien watched closely as his trusted warriors carried on their task, dismantling the city that had continued to cause chaos. A few moments later, Lucien caught the whiff of that scent again. His werewolf instinct took over as it became uncontrollable, but he forcefully tried to reign it in. The smell of sweet, sugary cinnamon and flowers filled his nose once more. A scent he had feared he would never detect again. The same scent that filled his mind every night, arousing him. Lucien frantically scanned his surroundings, desperate to find her.