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

and gave up as soon as I reached my house. To my surprise the lights were inside, making me wonder what the special occasion was.

When I entered my house I found my mother sitting at the dinner table. Her pretty blue eyes bloodshot, tired bags underlined them as she gazed at me. Even her blonde hair was disarray. I knelt beside her, concerned.

“Mahmen,” I tried, brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. She didn’t answer and I begun to panic inside, tugging at my hair until finally her gaze met mine. I inwardly flinched at the betrayal I saw there. In French I spoke again, “What’s happened? Are you…God are you alright?”

“What…did you do?” I froze, puzzled. Had I heard that correctly? “What did you do Sebastien? What did you do!” she screamed, shooting at me. Confusion made me slow and gave her an advantage. She dug her nails neck, baring her teeth.

I really fucked up, I realized. My mother was never violent . . .I pinned her arms to her sides.

“I ….don’t understand?” She slapped me; hard. My wolf roared and I growled but my mother was no one to back down but she did step back a little. Taking a deep breath I got myself under control, this was my mother I didn’t have to defend myself from her.

“You’re such a selfish bastard Sebastien Ceal Lacriox! Just like your father! You will never change! Ever!” I let myself pretend that didn’t hurt. “All I ever asked of you was to take care of me and your sister! You were the man of the house right? The alpha! But all you have to offer is destruction on what I built for us.” The blow hit me hard, hard enough that….something deep inside, my emotion filter shattered.


Everything was in French as I stalked toward her, “What you built? You?” I laughed without humor, “I built this for us. For you, for Aimee! Who went to school, got their ass beat for years, got a job, got fucked up some more and came home to nothing? Nothing. I worked three jobs to get to the top; I worked from the moment I got out of that trashy school to an hour before school again! Then I came home to nothing but shit! I made all of this, “I roared, slamming my fist into the wall beside her face, “I built this,” I whispered as my anger faded to shame.

I had never raised my voice to my mother before and the tears that glistened in her eyes made me feel worthless…

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I mumbled, retreating into myself, “I didn’t mean that,” I lied. I meant every single word…but the truth hurt to bad sometimes.

“Leave Sebastien…You have to leave…tonight.” I wanted to leave.

Numbly I walked into my bedroom, grabbing a duffle bad and throwing anything that touched my hands into it; clothes, credit cards, cash…anything. Before I forgot I even grabbed the picture of my sister and I. Our only picture.

As I walked out of my room I knew I wasn’t going to say goodbye to my sister and I knew she wouldn’t care. But Rosa…I needed to see her…How was I going to leave her? The thought was killing me.

I stopped in front of my mother for a moment, “I love you. And yeah…Aimee well I love her as well.” Then I grabbed my car keys and walked away, aware of my mother struggling to keep up.

“I’m sorry…I’m so…sorry.” I closed my eyes, giving her a moment to catch her control as she cleared her throat, “The Alpha wants to uh see you…I love you.” I nodded without another glance back. Heading towards the Alphas domain I got stopped before I reached it. The Alpha was a tall bastard, blonde hair around a familiar looking face and blue eyes that cut to the soul.

“Why?” I demanded gruffly.

“You’ve taken what was not yours to take,” he answered simply but the anger in his eyes was unmistakable. Rosa…

“And who has informed you of that?”

“A woman very concerned.” Rosa’s mother. And abruptly I knew this…The similar looks between Rosa’s father and the alpha. Brothers. The reason it was possible for me to mate a human...not human, half Lycan. “I can see her concern was fairly placed.” He gestured to my limp hand which mechanically clenched closed.

There was no more to be said. “Goodbye.” There was a growl from behind me, a command that I should stop and bow to him but I kept on walking, my wolf howling with triumph and freedom. He would no longer be beneath his own statues. And if the Alpha wanted to try and hurt me I would show him exactly who the prevailing male was. His authority was strong but I was strong willed and as dominant he.

He didn’t try. Just before I reached my car I staggered, wincing as a blazing pain at at my chest. My hand became to shake with pain as I clutched the door. I looked down at the glowing marks there and the Old Mating Testament came to mind.

Thou shall openly welcome thou mate’s pain as thy own.

Rosalina. With a growl I lurched into the car, forgetting everything but mine as I sped through the forests, forgetiting the pain.

When I reached Rosa’s house I shifted, prowling the empty backyard which smelt of nothing unordinary. I went back to man, dressing and slamming the door off its hinges. I didn’t give a fuck.

Inside the lights were off…nobody was home. My mate was…gone? Hurt? In pain? Unsafe?

I saw red, sniffing for any scent and finding nothing! Nothing! It was as is she disappeared.

No, no, no, no! Hell fucking no! Fate was not taking this away from me…She did not deserve anything that had to do with my fuckedupness.

There was a light trial in the backyard…a piece of paper was crumpled on the ground…Blood, my mates blood was on it.
Dear Darling, (Rosa):

I’d never felt like this before. Like a part of me was gone…missing…disappeared. But with Sebastien gone it was empty…I was empty. With a sigh I made my way into my room, ignoring my mother’s harsh glare burning in my back.

Either she got used to Sebastien or lost me because there was no way I was giving up Sebastien. He was mine, forever. And it was that simple.

In my room I locked my door and grabbed my phone from my jeans, noting with regret that I had three missed calls from Isaac. I called him back and it went straight to voicemail. I left him one, hoping he’d call back.

Then I when into the shower, replaying everything that happened. The delicious ache in my body, between my legs proved it was all real…So much happened in such little time…I shivered, washing my body and trying to shake the sudden bad feeling in the pit of my belly.

I stepped out of the shower, my foot hitting to edge as I tripped, my face hitting the shower door with a loud wham. I winced and a stinging pain went through my mouth as I tasted blood. It wasn’t nearly as good as Sebastien’s. In the mirror I looked at my split, bleeding lip.

Holding the towel to my lip I walked into my room and dressed in jeans and a sweater, slipping on my socks and boots. As I walked around a flash of white caught my eye and I froze, slowly making my way to the window.

My blood froze. The bars were missing and there was a paper stuck between the window jamb. I felt dizzy as I snatched it in unsteady hands.


Dear Darling,

I’m very put out with you Darling; you have made a whore of yourself upon my time away. Do not fret I shall fix this little problem you’ve created with the alpha. The omega has already been disposed of. Please, do not make this anymore difficult for me or yourself because I’ve thought this out well…I’ve someone of a great importance to you in my…hands. I simply cannot decide who tastes best, Mahmen or Isaac? Oh yes, you do! Isaac is a very pretty boy is he not? Please, go outback and see just how delectable I found him.

See you very, very soon.

Your only …mate.

 

My lip long forgotten I unlocked my door and ran downstairs to find it dark and empty. I panicked, holding my tears.

“Mom?” I called in terror. My only answer: silence.

With no choice I walked to the glass doors, my vision blurred with tears I caught sight of Isaac slumped in front of a tree. I dropped the note, opened the glass door, ran past the pool until I kneeling beside him.

My scream was too late as a rag covered my face and I struggled, crying.

The last thing I saw was Isaacs’s almost lifeless eyes…

Please God…not again.

Tracked the Trap (Bastien):

Denial crossed my mind the exact time I knew my mate was gone. Taken by that bastard!

He was thorough, barley a scent left but just enough that if I was fast enough I might be able to track him. Oh, he wasn’t making this easy, I could not track…I knew only one wolf that could track better than an alpha…Aimee.

Grabbing my phone I dialed her number, praying that she would answer…It rang…and rang…and rang…until I was about to hang up she answered.

I was never so thankful to the Lord before.

“What do you want?” I was also never so relieved to hear her acidic hiss. She was really my only hope.

“Aimee, I need your help…Please.” There was a pause on the phone.

“Fuck you.” She hung up.

I growled, dialing her again. She