Rosalina's Hope by D.D. Dass (best non fiction books to read txt) 📖

harsh demand and I complied without hesitation. I bit into his neck.

The whole world exploded as I tasted the sweetness of his blood and my release crashed into me like a wave. I shook, swallowing greedy pulls, bright lights flashing my vision.

“Rosa, shit,” he hissed as he came, his body collapsing flush on mine. I was breathless.

“Mine.” His voice was a low murmur as he pulled out of me, laying beside me and kissing my lips softly.

I felt sated and spent as my eyes closed, a small smile played on my lips.

“Always,” I responded, savoring the amazing afterglow inside me. It was a completeness I felt myself wanting again.

 

News (Bastien):

As Rosa slept guilt panged at me. It was wrong of me to claim her as my own…but it didn’t feel wrong, no it felt …right. As I trialed my hands down her lush body I licked my lips, tasting the remains of her blood and sighing. My hands reached her waist and I pulled her closer, she mumbled something unintelligible but otherwise snuggled closer.

I kept my eyes away from her neck; sure I’d see the hideous mark I’d made on her body. Everyone would know she was mine. As I was hers, the divine stinging on my shoulder proved as much.

Sleep wasn’t an option as I stared at my mate, I knew she wanted me to be here when she woke but I found myself feeling trapped as I softly rose from the warmth of her body. I lifted the towel she’d had around her, smelling the lavender as I went into the bathroom.

I looked the same. I still looked like my fathern. The male in the reflections skin was a healthy looking bronze, dark hair was messy around his face. A face that belonged to a monster. Still I had the same sharp cheekbones, a nose to large for my facial frame, highly set eyebrows and a wide mouth. My eyes…My eyes though were brighter, the hazel heated in a way my fathers never had.

For that I was grateful as I entered the shower. Even there I could hear her thoughts as if she’d screamed them at me. It caused a massive headache but I knew it would fade when I learnt how to block the thoughts out. As usual, being an alpha was…different, especially when I could not take my rightful place as one.

As I continued to listen I found some thoughts were louder than others. If I focused I could manage to control them. I exited the shower and dressed in my jeans, deciding I couldn’t continue to invade her mind because she didn’t like it. Later I would try to quit it…later.

At that moment I just wanted to be closer to her. And I did that, holding her as she slept. An hour passed quickly as I traced her skin. With a low chuckle I nipped lightly at my bite and she gasped away, blue eyes dazed as she reached up to touch the wound.

“Your mah—mother should be home soon,” I told her softly. She nodded, rising and grabbing the towel I’d used. I smiled, watching her perfect body with lust and fascination while hoping that towel smelt like me. I was never going to get enough of her. Of my female.

“Will you stay?” She asked in the bathrooms doorway, her face hopeful. Please stay with me!,

the thought was loud in my head. Dammit.

With a tight smile I nodded and the bright smile that lit her face made my heartbeat jump as she closed the door. I listened intently as the faucet turned on and the shower door closed my breathing speeding as I imagined her in their, pink skinned and stunning.

Did my body ever tire I wondered my eyes finding a box in the corner of her room. Curious I picked up the little box, wiping the light dust at the top. It hadn’t been touched in awhile I figured as I sat on her bed.

Inside held broken photos, bracelets and other accessories. The photos had my attention as I carefully lifted them from the box, avoiding the shards of broken glass. I smiled at a picture of Rosa. But it wasn’t Rosa.

The girl in the photo’s hair was short and mostly blond, her face slightly more rounded than Rosa’s. She wore all black including biker boots that made you think she was a trouble maker but her face conveyed nothing but a soft smile. I instantly knew who she was, Serenity.

Carefully I switched photos. The next one was of the triplets together with a group of friends in the middle of the football field. I snarled a little at Roberts arm wrapped around my mates’ waist, both of them were grinning. Beside them Iris was accompanied by the Omega Wolf, Joshua. And then there was Serenity…all alone.

I flipped through the different pictures, noticing how much happier my mate looked, like a normal teenager should.

“What are you doing with those?” At the defensive tone I glanced up at Rosa who was looking at me through guarded blue eyes. Underneath the secure emotionless face I saw the hurt shimmering in those eyes.

“You look…blithe in these photos,” I stated sadly, ignoring her thoughts the best I could. Yet I still heard them…She wasn’t angry at me, but hurt that I hadn’t asked her to see the photos.

“You wouldn’t have wanted me too,” I continued in forlornly, answering her thoughts. I wanted her that happy again…

With a curt nod she dressed slowly into a pair of jeans, wiggling her hips a little before slipping on a sweater, letting her damp hair hang at her shoulders loosely. Before I understood what she was about, she sat beside me, grabbing the photos from my hand. The one I’d been about to look at was of Serenity again. She was reading a book under a tree, her face shadowed.

“I took this picture. She promised to wait for me after cheer practice when I found her she was where she always was. Behind the old oak tree that shaded her from the sun…She hated the sun. She was reading a Midnight Summers Dream. She was a sucker for romantics…Shakespeare actually…Yeah, she loved his writings. They knocked down that tree,” she sighed, running her finger over the photo.

I winced inwardly at her jumbled thoughts, unable to make out a specific one. Somehow I knew that was a blessing…She looked so poignant.

The next photo, both of their faces were painted white and light blue. Robert’s arms were around both of their shoulders and I glared a little. Mine.

“This one was our first game. We made a bet; if we won she would pain her face and take a picture with us. We won. She always held up to her bets,” she whispered low enough that she might have been talking to herself. It was hard for her so when a sigh I placed the photos in the box, grabbing her chin she set met my eyes. I wanted to abolish the pain I saw there.

“I miss her still. It was so much worse at the beginning…I used to dream of her. She would always look so sad in my dreams and then a man came from behind her and grabbed her hand…pulling her into the light I wasn’t allowed to go to. Yeah…now I keep wondering if the pain will ever wane…The constant pain…”

I was speechless. I wasn’t good at easing others pain since I was so often the cause…Instead I told her what I used to tell Aimee.

“She was apart of you and you will always miss her…But eventually the pain will lessen until it’s a blessing you have the memories.”

I never missed my father. I missed my childhood. Something that had been taken from me and I couldn’t really miss.

Outside car doors slammed and she jumped. With a shake of my head I pulled on my boots and shift, before I followed Rosa I grabbed the photo of them together and placed it on her dressed. It seemed important to have it there…To have her there.

Her mother’s thoughts hit me hard. She was screaming them in anger.

I’m going to kill him if he’s alone in there with her. I will rip his throat out! Then I will ground her for the rest of her life.

I fought a smile as the front door was thrown open. Surprise, surprise I thought as her mothers thoughts halted for a second until curse words directed at me were unleashed. Still, a pretty smile painted her face.

I wondered why she hated me so much. I knew Rosa was her daughter but she was trying to protect her from the wrong things.

“Oh, hello Bastien, Rosa.” I smiled back at her, both our smiles were false.

“Mrs. Payne…it was nice seeing you again,” not, “But I’ll be leaving now.” Her eyes narrowed as she walked away muttering more curses. Merde.

Rosa shook her head as I walked outside, her little hand in mine. The differences between us went further than just appearances, it almost made me upset that they held up apart.

Her kiss silenced my worries, spreading a fire through my body. Only her. I kissed her back, and then pulled again; it wasn’t the time or place.

“Don’t worry about her…She’ll come around.” I closed my eyes as my chest tightened. I didn’t believe that.

“Yeah,” I bit out anyway, pulling away with ease. Her eyes were pleading rivers.

“Je t’amie.” I love you.

 

The way she said it, just the words on her lips made me smile.

“You know,” I said, hands on her waist I pulled her closer. “If you keep talking like that I will never get home.” Not that I wanted to get there anyway.

For a moment we stared at each other and I realized that we were both startled over the feelings that arose whenever we were even in close proximity of each other. And then it was gone with the wind as I tensed, lifting my head as I felt we were being watched.

I growled, “Go inside, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Looking uncertain and she went into the house, locking the doors behind her.

I stretched my senses, feeling nothing. Shaking myself I ignored my instincts, easing my wolfs worry with the fact that we would return and scout the area in less then two hours as we did every night.

Still, he was livid…uneasy.

Driving off I began to try and channel my strength