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

a fragrance I couldn’t wait to smell again, her dirty blonde hair was something I wanted to feel tangled in my fingers, and those dainty hands, I could only imagine running through my fur, my hair.

 

“I honestly don’t know,” I lied. Jason’s blue eyes flared at little, but he didn’t say anything more about it. Instead he changed the subject to the very girl I was trying very hard to forget.

 

“’ave you talked to that girl then? Rosalina?” I knew her name had to be better than Rosa, much more unique.

 

“No, is that the girl Robert was fucking with?” Jason ran a hard through his shaggy hair, staring straight ahead.

 

“Yeah, they used to be a thing you know? A couple.” Something dark and uneasy coiled in my stomach, causing my wolf to claw at my chest, demanding I show that asshole some respect. Cooling, what I thought was jealousy, was the shock at why I should even feel that way. I barely knew the girl. Actually, I knew nothing at all about her, which frustrated me greatly.

 

I stared impassively at the clear sky. “Were they? What happened?” I was impatient to hear his reply.

 

“You haven’t heard? Shocker. The whole schools been talking ‘bout it, in fact, the whole town.” I knew that, I just had a habit of living in my thoughts.

 

“Just tell me Jason,” I ground through clenched teeth. His eyes were stark when he answered.

 

“You know Iris and Rosalina are twins right? Well, they’re actually triplets. A couple years back Rosalina and Serenity were kidnapped by some psycho,” he paused for a second glancing inside the cafeteria. “It was an unusual abduction since the dude never had stolen girls from their bedrooms, but anyway, they were kept hostage somewhere…And their sister didn’t make it back. I didn’t see for myself, but they said that Rosalina would have died that day if they’d been even ten minutes later.” My temper flared at the idea of anyone being harmed that way, especially someone as fragile as Rosalina. Behind that anger though, was a surge of pride, because she was brave enough to face the world again. She was strong. To a Lycan, that was worthy of honor.

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Hours later, my wolf prowled the forests, tracking that sharp lavender scent until I reached a large, older looking house. Hmm, my wolf thought, this was where she lived then. Interested, I peered through the bushes, finding the family in conversation –or rather an argument, at the dinner table.

 

“Rosa, perhaps you should wait another year before you go back to school…” the pretty woman with the brown hair started. Her mother, I guessed.

 

Some deep part of me anticipated the object of my attentions face, but she faced away from me, and anything would have to do. Beggars could never be choosers.

 

“Mom, I’m perfectly fine…” her voice was low. My entire form stiffened.

 

“Fine? Rosalina, you ran off of campus because Robert grabbed your arm. Hunny I understand you do not like being touched, but he’s your…boyfriend.” I growled at that. That shit was not her boyfriend. Rosa seemed to have the same reaction, because she winced in disagreement. That flamed my anger entirely. Why I was angry? Hell if I knew.

 

“Was, mom, was my boyfriend. Besides, I made friends today,” her voice remained low when she spoke, making me wonder how much she actually spoke with her family. Her thin shoulders were slouched inward, head bowed in a protective manner. The instinct to wrap her smaller form around my body, to hide her from the world was suddenly running through me.

 

What…? Where the hell had that come from? I’d never wanted to do that with another female at all.

 

“Really?” the only man at the table –her father asked, truly interested. “Who?” I imagined Rosa’s cheeks flamed and waited, anticipating her answer.

 

“I met Isaac Hastings.” Her father’s eyes –same shade of blue – lit with approval, and he gestured to his wife.

 

“See, she’s getting on finely. I know Isaac’s parents, good people they are.” If I could have smiled, I would have, it was obvious he was on her side, since he was plainly lying. My wolf could sense that –even restless as he was.

 

“Well, Marcus, correct me if I’m wrong, but Rosa said friends.” Strangely, both Rosa’s dad and I rolled ours eyes, although, I was actually annoyed that her mother pressured her this way.

 

“Well yes…I saw Mina again, and I met um…” she fumbled for a second before blurting, “And I met Bastien Lacriox.” My name on her lips sounded completely off, not at all how it was actually pronounced, but it wasn’t unusual for the humans around here to make it sound messy. So, I just let myself admire that she’d said my name at all.

 

“Bastien Lacriox?” her mother repeated, distaste heavy in her voice. My wolf narrowed his eyes. She was one of those types then? Judging a book by its cover, believing the town’s gossip. I thought, with great pleasure, the look on her face if I’d have knocked right on their front door and kissed her daughter filthily. Then again, I really was no good for her daughter, had no reason to be snooping around them at all.

 

Yet here we are, my wolf snarled, pleased by that.

 

“Well, there was also Hailey Summers and Josh and Jason! Don’t forget them Rosa, they’d be pissed if you did,” Iris pitched in, voice honest despite the lie, which made Rosa glance at her other. The lie made me like Iris all the more, she was loyal. Ah, so two loyal family members so far, the mother, was flexible for me still.

 

“Hailey Summers hmm? That girl is rather sweet. I’m glad you’ve made some decent friends, if you continue this way, you might even be able to drive…” Finally, I thought, some positive from this woman.

 

Rosa abruptly rose from the table, trudging into the kitchen and in the process, blocking my view. I huffed, hoping she would return quickly. The mention of Hailey made guilt pang at me, I should be ignoring this girl, not stalking her. I had someone, yet she held no more interest in me than I in her, unless we were being seen publicly. It was all about image. And I didn’t mind that. Now, the entire situation seemed void.

 

“Don’t get my hopes up for something that’s impossible mom. It’s not fair. Now, if I may be excused, I’d like to shower now…Goodnight.” I watched, in disappointment, as she disappeared upstairs, leaving the entire room in silence. Why wasn’t she allowed to drive? I wondered.

 

Upstairs, a light flickered on, and I knew it was her room. If I’d wanted to, I could have easily climbed the sloping tree, but I wasn’t some sick peeping tom. I would let her have her privacy.

 

Deciding I might as well stay away, I hid deeper into the bushes and trees behind the house, watching as the hours ticked by, until it was early morning and exhaustion was stealing me. Then, I rose to go, but just then, she exited the back sliding glass doors. Struggling to stand, the girl gracefully sat beside the pool. I watched, transfixed with worry, as she shook, breathing hard as she wrapped her hands around her chest, shutting those blue eyes.

 

Snarling lowly, I checked my surrounded, listening intently to the house, ready to pounce if I had too. Silence. There was…nothing to defend against. It was just Rosa. Confused, I continued to watch as her breathing slowed into a steady exhale, inhale.

 

“Why didn’t you just take me instead?” she breathed, voice desperate. Not her, never. The thought was a fierce growl in my head and I realized I would never allow harm to come to Rosalina Payne again. Not her, never.

 

She dipped her feet into the pools water, seeming to find comfort there. What I would have given to make sure she was okay as she appeared.

 

Suddenly a light came on upstairs and hastily, she rose, opening her eyes before retreating into the safety of her home, where she belonged. I decided it was time for me to leave and with one last penitent glance, I ran.

 

I ran, fast and hard, to my house. Nobody was home, as expected. My mother had recently taken a like to one of the pack members and often stayed there to, as she said, “converse” with him. Yeah, right. And my sister, well, she liked to ignore who she was, and kept to her dorm, with her human friends, in college. Where I should –would be if that damned Alpha hadn’t thought it “best to complete one more year of High School, get comfortable”. God knew, by now, I had the money for it.

 

It just pissed me off, being twenty fucking two in a high school. If only my damned father hadn’t been such a…bastard. If only I could just go back to France…

 

Shifting fluidly, I made my way into my room, keeping the lights dim as I showered, washing everything off my skin. Sighing, I rubbed shampoo into my hair, ignoring how hard my body was for that girl.

 

But damn it, I was going to have to do something about the problem before school. With a regretful sigh, I palmed my erection, thick and heavy, closing my eyes away from my disgust, as the little pleasure I felt rolled through my body.

 

I thought closing my eyes would make it quicker, and it did, but for all the wrong reasons. Eyes closed, I could see Rosa as my pace sped until with a light shiver, I came. It was no use though, my body wasn’t satisfied with that anymore and I remained hard. Disgusted, I left the shower, changing into a pair of jeans and a navy blue v-neck, not really caring about what I wore.

 

Before I could fall asleep, I grabbed my keys and stormed off –anticipating school. For the first time since France, I felt awake –alive even.

 

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Ignoring Connections(Rosa):

This morning I woke up in the same crazed state as yesterday except the memories were more vivid. I considered telling my parents, but decided against it, knowing I would be questioned and brought to the therapist then the police, and then the whole town would know about it.

Yeah, that would be a very very bad idea.

I'd dug something blue out of my closet, trying to make my mother see that things at school had a positive effect, not a negative although I wasn't so sure. I knew I should have agreed to go to school next year, but something told me to give it a few more days, and I always went with my gut.

Pushing my hair into a tidy pony tail I pulled on my faded blue jeans, slipping into the much too tight and small tee-shirt. Then taking a deep breath I looked in the mirror, relived that the girl in the reflection had more color to her skin. I was so skinny...it made