Nobody Said It Was Easy(Rosa):

"Miss Payne." At the familiar voice, I lifted my eyes from the floor to find my therapist approaching me. In her late twenties, Doctor James was stunning. In a five foot five frame she was anything but average looking, all deep brown eyes and a smile that had most men kissing the very ground she walked on. Doctor James was one of my least favorite people. 

 

Arms hugging my chest, I hoped it wasn't time for my appointment. A pointless hope, I knew. 

 

That dazzling smile appeared on her face as she stopped before my mother, a smile I didn't return. Instead, I rose from my seat and walked into the hallway. It wasn't an unusual for me to walk into the room alone, but I was still aware of both my mothers and sisters worried stares, worse my therapists reassuring one. I latched onto the doorhandle...only to find it locked. Breathing a heavy sigh, I turned on my heels to face Doctor James. 

 

"I thought we might take a walk today, Rosalina. If that's alright with you?" The way she talked to me, as if I was mentally incapable of understanding her, made my skin crawl. But I was used to that...I coped with it. 

 

Staring at nothing, over her shoulder, I answered flatly. "That's fine."

 

Doctor James started towards the exit, glancing over her shoulder several times to assure herself that I was still following. Silence was comfortable for me. Coversation was almost always evaded. 

 

I kept my eyes glued to the ground, avoiding the prying eyes of those who wanted to be introduced to the towns infamous survivor. The only victim to have escaped His clutches.Two years had long passed since then, but gossip never died out in my small town, Gunbarral. 

 

Once we made it onto the sidewalk, Doctor James slowed her pace to match mine. "How are you Rosalina? It's been quite a while since our last session," she murmured in that well known sympathetic tone. The sun was bright this afternoon, beaming down on us, so I decided to pull my hood down, staring straight ahead. 

 

"I'm fine." Same old answer.

 

"You're always fine. When will you let me help you? When will you let anyone in?" Never, I thought, but quickly swallow the words and smiled. It was a weak smile, the kind you automatically knew were fake...but it was the best I had at this point. The best I'd probably have at any point. 

 

"I'm nervous about school tomorrow..." I hedged, giving her something to go on. I bit my lip guiltily, knowing telling her that wasn't exactly for help, but rather because she would tell my mother is was a sign of improvement and maybe, just maybe, I could skip these useless thereapy sessions.

 

"And what are you nervous about?" As if it isn't obvious.

 

"Um, you remember Robert...I'm afraid he'll try to talk to me again. Or the stares...God, I hate the stares..." It was the most I'd ever spoken to my therapist so it wasn't a surprise that she began to scribble down every word that came out of my mouth. 

 

Face encouraging, she spoke, "Rosalina it's a possiblity that he might wish to speak with you. From what your mother has told me, you two were crazy about each other and a love like that doesn't end with a snap of the fingers. As for the stares...they're inevitable," she paused, giving me a chance to absorb the truth in those words. The cold reality. "Whether you do to school tomorrow or next weeks, people will stare. It will bother you, that's a natural response, but eventually everyone will forget and go about their lives."

 

I winced at her words, the familiar shame rising within me. Robert had been my first and only boyfriend. From what I remembered, I had shared my first kiss with him and we had been inseperable. Now? I couldn't feel anything...I was indifferent towards him. He was a stranger to me. I wasn't the head cheerleader, I wasn't the same persoon I'd been so many years ago. I was Rosa now; Rosalina had curled into a tight, untouchable casket in my head. 

 

"I know..." I said. "It's fine, really." But she wasn't having it. Doctor James reached out, for my arm, and I flinched. Her face crumpled, making me instantly regret my reaction.

 

For a split second, I thought about reaching out to her, but alarm bells blared in my head and the idea was shut down. Skin to skin contact was unbearable, though I don't--can’t remember why. And I despised not knowing who I was, why I couldn't stand certain things. It was like missing a whole two years of life, a void of daunting nothingness. 

 

The psychiatrist my mother had appointed insisted my brain blocked the trauma, even when I denied it. I had tried and tried to enter that space, searched the deepest recesses of my head, but each time...it was blank. The memories came when they wanted or not at all. 

 

"As I have to ask, Rosalina have you recalled anything?" I closed my eyes, wishing my belly wouldn't lurch every time she asked that question.

 

"No," I answered blankly. Then, "I'm sorry." 

 

With a regretful sigh, Doctor James put the notepad and pencil away, mussing her brown hair which had frizzed. I didn't bother with my hair, letting it hang messily at the crown of my head. 

 

We all had our day’s right? I guessed mine was everyday.

 

"Well, our time is up for today." Breathing a sigh of relief, I started off toward the office. We'd only gone two streets down so I got there within minutes. 

 

My mother's dark eyes met mine before I looked away, stiffly sitting beside my sister. Iris was identical in looks to me, the only difference, a rare case, where I out of both my twins, had been born with blue eyes like my father instead of brown. Not to mention, the scar on my left cheek. 

 

Doctor James, once she arrived, spoke to my mother privately before we left. As expected, the drive home was left to awkward silence, besides my sisters constant fidgeting. 

 

Once in a while, I'll get a memory of how much happier my family was, before the abduction and a wanton ache would start in my chest. My mother, once an always smiling woman, now hardly smiled at all. She tired to hide her sadness, but late at night, when I couldn't sleep and dad wasn't around, I could hear her sobs. I often cried with her. 

 

Once my mother parked, I stumbled up the drive and through the front door where I headed for my bedroom. My house was an odd house, but it was charming, painted babyblue on the outside with more than a few bordered white windows. My father had recently paid for a pool and a ton of fixations on the inside, so it was also pretty modern. 

 

Inside my room, I toed my shoes off and shrugged out of my hoodie. My room was plain, but spacious with buttercup walls from my childhood and a wide window that face the backyard. I had one twin-sized bed that stood furthest from the window...forever fearful of His return. My father had a metal screen installed over the window, but it did little to help. His presense draped me like a shadow. Inside me. 

 

I locked the door and sat on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. Across the room sat a box of Serenity’s old pictures, as soon as I’d been able to come home I’d thrown them into that box. Hadn’t opened it since even though I stared at it when I was all alone in my room like this, it seemed to hold power over me. Like a man holding the strings to a puppet. 

 

There was a soft knock at my door, causing me to jump. “Rosa?” My sisters’ voice was muffled behind the door; I stumbled to the door, opening it slightly.

 

“Yeah?” Behind the door my sister smiled a little, in her hand a box. 

 

“Can I come in?” Reluctantly I opened the door, allowing her to walk in. She looked around, seeming to be disappointed. I was willing to bet she was disappointed in me more than my room.

 

“So…you ready for tomorrow?”

 

Not at all. “Yeah. What’s in the box?” Iris seemed to forgotten it, but her brown eyes widened and she flashed me one of her glowing smiles. Then she sat on my bed, opening the box. Hesitantly I peeked to find a pretty blouse. In baby blue, it was a button up. Confused I glanced up.

 

“Are you wearing that tomorrow? It’s very pretty.” Iris grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes, making me even more confused.

 

“No silly! You are.” I hadn’t worn anything but black since I’d been home.

 

“No I can’t…you’ll look far prettier than me,” I denied honestly.

 

“Rosa we look identical. Twins.” Triplets.

 

“Well, I still can’t wear that,” I muttered, eyeing the appealing shirt.

 

“Why not? All you wear is black Rosa. It's time for change…” When I didn’t reply she added, “Please Rosa? For me, it’s only one day.” I sighed, feeling the familiar tiredness start up, whipping away my energy and objections.

 

“Alright, one day,” I warned. “Now I’m going to take a shower.” She looked so…happy, springing forward for an obvious embrace, and I cringed. Thankfully, she thought better of it and instead waved before trekking out of the room. 

 

Snatching up a towel, I followed into her direction, entering the bathroom with a relieved sigh. The shower I took was long; the hot water always calmed me down enough that I could actually enjoy the sensation. I scrubbed my lavender scented shampoo until my pin-straight hair was doused completely. Then, I made quick work with my razor. Once I was out, I dried my skin and brushed my teeth, allowing a look at the reflection staring back at me.

 

My skin, usually pale, seemed worse tonight, pulled tight over my cheekbones in that way that had people asking if you were okay. My brown, eyebrows were much to arched above my wide blue eyes framed by barely perceptible eyelashes, a straight nose and an undefined chin. I used to be pretty…I use past tense because the subtle differences, usually noticed, destroyed my potential. The scar marring my right cheek worked as an ugly reminder of equally as ugly memories. The doctors had sewn the lash, wrapped the ribs, and stitched the cracked skull–but the scars and chipped fragments within were out of their reach–ruined. 

 

I ran away from those thoughts and into my bedroom, where I softly closed the door behind me. Drying, I freshened up and dressed into a worn t-shirt and boy-shorts. With a shiver, I climbed into my bed, snuggling deep into the duvet and hugging my knees to my chest as I so often did.

 

Tonight the room was colder on my skin, but I quickly dismissed it as sleep shut my eyelids. 

 

***

With a start, I woke up, breathing deeply to stop the shaking. The familiar shivers ran up my spine, uncontrollable, suffocating me in a river of frost. I clutched the blankets to my chest, reminding myself that I wasn't there anymore...No, I wasn't prisoner to him, I was alone. Completly alone. 

 

My fingers trembling, I switched on the bedside lamp, gripping my last remnants of sanity. It had been so real...Surreal. He was coming, his eyes...all black, depthless fire. A scar...He had a scar, over his right eyebrow and straight down to his eye...A white, colorless eye. 

 

Pushing my feet over the bed, I stumbled out of the room and into the dark hallway, where I descended the stairs. Outside, I finally was faced with the pool. It was still dark out, probably about six a.m. and I smiled a little at the cool air, nothing like the chill of my vacant bedroom. I swayed for a second before dropping onto the warm concrete, breathing in little puffs. Riding out the storm. 

 

By the time I rose from the floor the sun was rising, its rays beautiful and brilliant. I decided to go upstairs then, when walking up the stairs I almost collided with my sister. Her dirty blonde hair was messy and she looked tired, but she smiled and continued down without questions. Brushing my teeth, I combed through my dirty blond hair before heading into my room. There I tried several attempts at why I shouldn’t wear the blue blouse, in the end my sisters feelings mattered more than mourning clothes. And I was still mourning, for myself, my sister, all the others.

 

Shaking myself I pulled on the blue blouse, not bothering with a tank top then slipped on black skinny jeans and my regular converse. Not daring to look in the mirror, since I no longer bothered with make-up either.

 

Breakfast with my family nearly never happened, although this morning my mother and father were wide awake. My mother was working on breakfast, while my dad sat at the table spinning a coffee cup in his hand. The resemblence between my father and me and my sisters never ceased to amaze me. With short blonde hair my father still looked younger than any thirty year old man I had ever seen. The blues of his eyes were brighter today, his smile smug.

 

Unsure I sat at the round cherry wood table, noticing my father’s eyes focused on me.

 

“Good morning,” he said before pulling out his phone and snapping a picture. Confused I covered my face with my hands.

 

“Oh come on Rosa! Let daddy have a few picture of your first day at school.” I flushed, hating the fact that he was acting like this was my first year of Pre-k.

 

“Marcus! Stop that, breakfasts ready.” My mother snatched the phone from his hands and I almost snatched it from hers, knowing the picture was terrible.

 

Iris appeared then, wearing a black pencil skirt and a Pink shirt she looked absolutely breathtaking. Iris had always been the more perfect of the twins, although she was cold when she didn’t like someone. My mother set a toast with jam in front of me, while also serving Iris and my father bacon and eggs. Only then did she sit down.

 

“Are you driving this morning Iris?” Iris nodded, mouth full. I’d never learned to drive, my doctor considered it too much of a risk. But this time I agreed, I froze almost as often as I blinked.

 

“Are you ready Rosa? You look very beautiful this morning, I like your shirt.” I looked up, surprised she was trying to have a normal conversation with me about something other than the kidnapping. Clearing my throat, I tried to smile, but froze up so instead swallowed down some orange juice.

 

“Thank you. Iris let me borrow it,” I mumbled, picking at my bread. My stomach was full of butterflies, nervous and fluttering.

 

“Have it,” Iris corrected. When Iris finished her breakfast I rose with her grabbing my plate and putting it in the sink. Then we exited, stepping into my sisters black Lexus, me in the passenger side. The drive was a long one to Boulder High School, but we made it early still. When we found a good enough parking space I was glad it was raining so my hoodie could hide my face. It was all so foreign to me, being in high school, yet familiar.

 

Carefully, I peeked through my hoodie at the different groups of people. Everyone seemed focused on conversation, completely ignoring me, which was a relief. We entered the cafeteria, it was a large place, with round tables, and packed lunch lines.

 

“Iris!” My sisters two year boyfriend, Josh, shouted from across the cafeteria. He was surrounded by jocks, none of which I recognized. Iris smiled, glancing from him to me, and I smiled reassuringly.

 

“It’s okay. Go on.” With a smile she handed me a pile of papers and sauntered off toward the jocks.
At the first opportunity I sat at a lone table, glad for a few minutes to myself, even over the cafeterias loud roars. Looking down at the papers in my hands I found a map of the school, and my schedule. My classes seemed easy enough: First block being AP Biology, Second block: French Two, Third block: CCC and Fourth block: Calculus. When someone sat in the seat beside me I tensed, and glanced up, noting with relief that I actually knew this person.

 

Mina Crept, newest captain of the cheer team, sat in her blue and white uniform. Her brown hair pulled back in a pretty ponytail and her brown eyes cautious. I’d always liked Mina, so I was glad she was voted captain.

 

“Hi,” I tried nervously.

 

“How’ve you been Rosa?” I smiled a little, at least someone called me by my name.

 

“I’m fine, how about you? What’s been going on with cheer? Won any competitions?” Mina smiled flashing a perfect pair of pearly white teeth, no more braces.

 

“Oh it’s been wonderful. We’ve won every single one so far. Listen about...” I stopped her with a shake of my head.

 

“Don’t. It’s done and over with.” After an uncomfortable moment, she bounced up, waving to a group of cheerleaders across the room, before grabbing for my hand. I dodged her hands pretending I was sticking them in my pockets. That’d been a close one.

 

“Come on! Let me introduce you to our new team.” Your new team, I corrected inwardly.

 

“How bout later, the bells about to ring and I’ve got to figure out where my classes are.” I pointed to the list in my hand. She snatched it away, frowning every so slightly.

 

“We’ve got Computer Careers together, but that’s all. First block, by the way, is over on the third floor, first hallway, class rooms on your right.” I smiled gratefully, waving goodbye awkwardly.

 

The bell rang then, an annoying ring, ring, ring, ring in my ear, but I ignored it, pushing my way through the crowded hallway. Somewhere during all the pushing, my hoodie got knocked down, I didn’t realize until people started staring. I blushed scarlet, one hand pulling to keep my backpack on my shoulder, the other reaching back to pull my hoodie up. I stumbled a little, wishing I were anywhere but there when the whispers began. Breathing hard I finally made it in the classroom handing my teacher my schedule in a rush to be seated.

 

“Rosalina Payne?” Awareness lit his brown eyes, and I nodded a little, waiting for him to hand the slip back, after what seemed like forever he did.

 

“Welcome back. You may take a seat in the middle row, third stool.” Nodding I raced to my seat, pushing my backpack onto the floor and the hoodie off my head, hoping if I looked a little normal no one would notice me. The class began to fill up, one blond boy sat beside me on the right side while a redheaded boy sat on the other side. I kept my eyes down, unable to meet their eyes. Mr. Clatt didn’t make me stand up in front of the class but instead announced my presence to the whole class. I didn’t look up to meet their stares either.

 

“Are you alright?” I looked up, into a pair of green eyes. A friendly face smiled at me, no accusing, no wonder, just concern. I wish, I thought with a smile.

 

“I’m fine.” The boy’s smile deepened to where it looked like he had dimples. It was the type of smile no one could resist but smiling back to. And I did smile back, happy to meet someone who treated me normal.

 

“I’m Isaac. Don’t worry, I know how it feels to be the new kid, I just arrived two days ago.” From then on we talked the whole class period between work. It was easy to talk to Isaac, like talking to a teddy bear. They didn’t judge you, just listened quietly. When the class period ended I packed my bag, allowing Isaac to walk me to class. He was a chatty guy, all about conversation, and I liked that, not having to say much. When we reached my French class, he left claiming to be in a hurry for technology. With Isaac gone I felt alone again, so with big steps I made my way into the class, greeted by a friendly strong French accent. My teacher, Mrs. Dev, she called herself, took my slip, quickly handing it back to me.

 

I slipped into a seat at the end of the room, happy to see as the class filled, no one else sat beside me. Slouching slightly I laid my head in my arms, squeezing my eyes shut. The late bell rang then, and everyone went silent for half the class period, listening to a lecture I all but ignored.

 

The door opened and closed but I paid no mind to anything, only when the seat next to me was pulled out did my eyes snapped open. I watched silently as the boy or man sat beside me. He was large enough to be a man, at six foot one; he had a muscular build and was dressed in a white button up shirt. His hair was black and shoulder length, darker against that pale skin. I could only see one side of his face since he was facing the front of the room. His face was strong, his nose aristocratically straight and his cheeks sharp. I had the strangest urge to suddenly run my fingers down that set jaw. It terrified me since I never wanted to touch anyone.

 

“Mr. Lacriox nice of you to join us.”

 

“My pleasure mademoiselle,” he replied easily, and my breath caught at the strong French accent.
He looked down at me then, his deep hazel eyes curious. I had to look away, unable to comprehend how gorgeous a person could be. Throughout the class, I kept my eyes strictly away, not wishing to make myself look like more of an idiot. The teacher began instructions, handing me a worksheet with French fill in the blanks making my head hurt. I never learned French one, instead I’d had Spanish. Sighing heavily I peeked up at him, only to find his eyes on me. Swallowing down my nervousness, I slid him the paper.

 

“We’re supposed to do it together, but I’ve never had French so…” I sounded stupid, even to my own ears. I expected him to roll his eyes but he didn’t instead he smiled a little before he began writing. I didn’t speak again but I watched his elegant writing, it matched up to mine and that was shocking since girls usually had the more legible penmanship.

 

“It’s good that I’m French then huh?” A very late reply. I nodded a little before looking down at my intertwined fingers. The classroom was large, yet not enough kids filled it, making me wish I would have chosen the empty desk on the opposite side. My teacher, preoccupied by another teacher at the door ignored the students who obviously weren’t talking about French.

 

“So you’re new, yeah?” With a sigh, I turned my head to him, secretly glancing at the worksheet which to my surprise was completely filled. All fifty questions done in less than five minutes, yeah, he had to be French.
“No, I’ve been here before. Just been…away for awhile,” I sounded like an idiot again, but it was better than the truth. Anything was better than that. He nodded; his eyes roaming over my body, making me a look away, my body all too aware those eyes.

 

“Weren’t you dressed in something else earlier?” I was surprised at how good his accent could be covered, it almost sounded like he had no accent at all, except the little Z pronunciation. When he said something it sounded like somezzing. 

 

“You must have seen my sister, Iris…” He opened his mouth to answer, but I saw the realization hit those hazel eyes. I waited for the question that never came, just as the bell rang.

 

I sighed, saved by the bell.

 

I picked up my bag, hurriedly walked out the door. I almost reached the cafeteria when I saw Robert, stopping I turned, going in the opposite direction. But it was too late, he’d already seen me.

 

“Rosalina!” I stopped and glanced over my shoulder to see him walking toward me.

 

Robert was taller than my five foot five by a few inches. He’d changed over the years, the childish face much too sharp. He was slightly built with green eyes and blond spiked hair. People were watching now, there eyes excited to see what would happen when Robert, who was walking with dramatic slowness, spoke to me. In desperation, my sisters’ face registered off to the sidelines beside a gorgeous brown haired girl. Her eyes panicked as I felt. My heart beating erratically, I smiled with false excitement. Finally he stopped before me, his green eyes sparkling. At one point that would have made my heart skip a beat, but today it made me wish I didn’t exist.

 

“You didn’t think you could go the whole school day without speaking to me did you?”

 

“Robert….nice seeing you again too.” He smirked, reaching between us to pull my hood down. I inwardly flinched, but outside showed nothing.

 

“Come sit with me. I know you missed me.” Not really, I thought annoyed.

 

“Maybe another time,” I mumbled, moving to continue towards the parking lot. A hand grabbed my arm and I froze dead, my breathing stopping. Everyone seemed to have frozen too, but they didn’t matter to my brain as it shut down the idea of being touched. I began to shake, willing myself to speak as my mind began to spin.

 

“Let her go!” My sister’s voice screamed in the distance, and I wished I could see her, but I couldn’t make my body move. Every feeling in me was shutting down besides where he held me. I was yanked toward him and finally able to say something.

 

“Please…” I choked. Suddenly his hand was gone, and I could feel my breathing deepen. The relief swelled over me in rivers. After a minute I registered what was going on around me. To my shock, Robert was on the ground, his hand clutching his bleeding nose, his eyes glaring daggers over my shoulder. I looked over to find the guy from French glaring back, his pose said he was Roberts’ superior and that he would easily kick his ass.

 

“Touch her again, and I will gladly break your hands next.” I watched unable to move until Robert began to get up, then before my sister reached me I ran through the crowd. Not caring who I pushed down just wanting to be anywhere but there. When I reached the parking lot, I walked out of the schools campus, and onto the sidewalk, my hands in fists as I willed the tears away.

 

It was expected that Robert would speak to me, but touch me? No, he’d never been that type of person. The Robert I knew would have given anything to protect me, but this Robert; well he was the expected jock. A pompous ass. I wasn’t aware I was being followed until the footsteps behind me became heavy. Stopping I expected my sister, instead the French boy stopped walking, sizing me up as if I would jump him. With a scoff I turned again, continuing to walk, wondering why he was following me. Didn’t he get that I just wanted to be left alone. He didn’t say a word although he continued with his stalking, so I whirled around, glaring.

 

“Are you expecting a thank you? If so, don’t hold your breath.” He flashed a smile, making me angrier. This wasn’t supposed to be comical.

 

“No, thank yous aren’t my thing either. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and you obviously aren’t,” he murmured softly, his hazel eyes soft. 

 

“I’m fine,” I replied automatically, without a thought.

 

“Do you tell that lie a lot?” I glared at him, hating that he guessed right, I probably could be considered a fabulist; I lied about anything to close to the sad truth.

 

“S’not a lie,” I muttered half-heartedly, wondering why I stood here arguing with him. He looked like he wondered the same thing.

 

“That’s a lie too.” I let out a breath, figuring there was no point in lying about a lie.

 

"Are you always so perceptive? Or do you like stating the obvious?” The sarcasm in that sentence was heavy and he seemed to have noticed since his handsome face frowned. I almost felt bad for ruining his fun. Almost.

 

“Both.” I rolled my eyes, turning my back on him and continuing to walk.

 

“Wait!” I continued walking, ignoring him completely. I had the strangest urge to hum a jolly tune.

 

“You didn’t tell me your name.” I paused for a minute, didn’t he already know?

 

“Don’t you already know?” I didn’t turn to look at him, afraid I’d see the all too sincere façade most people who wanted to be my “friend” put on. 

 

“Should I? My name is Bastien by the way,” he called. I smiled a little, wondering why he was going through so much trouble to get my name from me when he could leave this second and ask anyone. His girlfriend even, and I was sure he had one.

 

“Rosa,” I called back over my shoulder, turning the corner. For the first time in two years a smile etched my features. The dazed kind of smiles.

Differences(Bastien):

“Roza,” the name rolled off my tongue awkwardly. The woman-child who rounded the corner was far from the rest of her peers. Not supernaturally abnormal, but different all the same.

 

Vulnerable to the world, yet stubborn enough that you might never guess so. The entire school had been gossiping of her return, stories spreading on why she’d been gone in the first place and why she’d decided to come back. Now, I was annoyed at myself for not having paid attention.

 

Most of the petty teenagers complained that she’d had the perfect excuse to stay out of school yet wasted it. Idiots, I swore. Pivoting, I headed backwards, for the school, which thankfully had calmed down since the hype of confrontation. Lunch was almost over I noted with relief, marking one more bother off the endless list: no teachers complaining to the Alpha about my behavior.

 

“Baby!” Inwardly, I winced at the familiar voice, unsure as to why she would be a bother to me; she was my girlfriend after all. Hailey Summers was perfect temporary girlfriend. I’d first met her the day I’d moved into this crappy little town, she wasn’t a she-wolf, but that was good. I wasn’t looking for a mate any time soon.

 

I look over to see her, alongside Rosa’s twin, Iren I think, walking towards me. In high heels and a short summer dress, Hailey was stunning, with exact curves, nothing out of place. Brown long hair surrounded her pretty face equipped with green eyes, and pink thin lips that practically had any guy kissing the ground she walked on. And yet…I could never find any real pull towards the girl. She was just nice to look at.

 

Beaming, she bounded up, lips touching mine for more time than necessary. I pulled away first, smiling forcefully at Rosa’s twin, who stood there awkwardly.

 

“Mon cher, you shouldn’t be rude.” Hailey looked confused before I gestured to the other. With a surprised “Oh!” she hooked a finger in my belt loop, glued to my side. Hailey might be gorgeous, but I was beginning to doubt there was anything more to her.

 

“Iris this is Bastien, Bastien this is Iris.” Iris –looked more like Iren to me –nodded.

 

“Thank you…for what you did back there for my sister. I hadn’t expected him to touch her…He wasn’t like that last year,” she muttered, still angry as she extended her hand. It didn’t surprise me that he hadn’t been that way last year, male Lycans rarely were the same after a first change –our wolves became the dominant.

 

I took her hand, aware of the subtle differences between the twins. While Rosa’s eyes were a deep, vivid blue, Iris’ were brown, depthless to me, while Rosa’s skin was pale, fragile looking; Iris’ was a healthy, tanned pigment, but more pressing, while Iris was a flare of life, Rosa was distant, too mellow, almost…scarred.

 

And it was Rosa who proved to be the intriguing of the two. “Rob’s an idiot,” I agreed dryly. Iris smiled knowingly before approaching, Josh, another one of my pack members, who I supposed, by the way he was staring at me – almost warning, was her boyfriend. Interesting.

 

Shaking it off, I let Hailey guide me to the Jocks table, where I slouched, gazing at nothing.

 

“Captain! Oh Captain! Why don’t you come up ‘ere and give your school some team spirit?” Jason’s loud holler in the school’s microphone sent a hush over the courtyard. I raised a brow and shook my head tightly. Jason, also a member of the pack, was a year or so younger than me –also the closest I’d ever come to having a “best friend”. His father was the Alpha of this pack and had made him start school later than most, which might’ve been deserved, Jason tended to act like a child more often than not. And weirdly enough, it was a trait I liked about the other, though I was almost certain he put up the clown act to avoid the soon-to-be Alpha statues. Being the son of the top Lycan was hard, I would know.

 

“C’mon guys! Don’t you want your captain up here? Gimme a hell yeah!” The cafeteria’s off pitch shrieks pierced my too-enhanced ears, starting a resonating ring in my head that I couldn’t stand without losing it. I snatched the microphone away from Jason, glowering. In response, the other grinned widely, in triumph.

 

“Anything to shut this idiot up right?” I stared pointedly at Jason as the cafeteria snickered. “We’ll be a legend this year, but I think you are already know that.” With that, I pushed the microphone back to Jason, who rolled his eyes as the teachers shrieks pitched into the students. An unlikely agreement.

 

I stalked off, away from the noise. Soon after, Jason caught up to be, gripping my arm. I suppressed a growl. “Be careful grabbin’ me like that pup.”

 

He smiled. “Pup?! Sebastian I’m only a year younger than you.”

 

“Act like it then.” He stopped short and I regretted opening my big mouth instantly. Jason’s parents often put him on the spot about being the jokester he was. Little did they know, they were slowly killing their son’s spirit.

 

“Damn mon ami, I’m a bigger ass than Robert now huh?” Jason shrugged half-heartedly, sitting at a vacant table where I leaned beside him, my elbows digging into the metal table.

 

“Way bigger. The biggest.” I sighed, unfazed. “What’s on your mind bro?” With a scowl I wondered how Jason could act so oblivious to everything, yet be so much more aware than anyone gave the guy credit for.

 

But what was bothering me? Even my wolf was more agitated than usual. The day had started off with the same old crap…then I met the girl. I met Rosa. Her name, even in my mind, made me stiffen expectantly. I didn’t know why, but the woman-child attracted me. Her scent, lavender, was 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.

-o-

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.

 

-(Authors Note: If there are any errors, things that need to be added or deleted throughout my chapters, please feel free to message or comment to me & I will take into consideration your opinions! Thank you all:))

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 my gut clench, and want to eat out the whole house; instead I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs right behind Iris, who wore tan shorts with a tight white tee that showed her tan bra. Her hair was wavier today an effect of braids.

"Hey, Iris?" She stopped at the top step, her pretty face curious. I almost smiled at the shock in those brown eyes.

"Thanks for helping me out last night." She smiled, looking perked up. I was glad.

"Hey, mom was being overly protective. You’re seventeen years old." I nodded in agreement. She shook her head and continued down the stairs, greeting my dad with a kiss on the cheek before slipping through the front door. I waved goodbye without the kiss, thanking God my mother was apparently asleep.

During the drive my sister played the radio, the familiar band Korn playing. After a moment I began to lowly sing along, finding myself enjoying the song a bit. My sister glanced at me from the corner of her eyes, and quickly shut up.

"No! No! Sing!" She raised the volume and began singing loudly. It was offbeat and the words were wrong but it had me singing along lowly as the familiar tunes came back. I hadn't listened to music in forever, but I used to have a thing for Korn. And so I sang, beating me down, beating me, beating me, down, down! Into the ground.

This time the song held so much more meaning than I'd given it credit for two years back. When my sister parked, people stared openly as I pulled on the hoodie again. The stares were something I’d never get used to. With a goodbye I sat at one of the courtyards outside tables, smiling with relief as Isaac sat beside me. Although he was shorter than most guys, Isaac wasn't ugly. Very pretty-boy looking. He had the most wonderful smile and green eyes that lit up the whole school to match it.

"Hey there my lady friend," I smiled. Isaac was cute, but geeky was an understatement when it came to him.

"Hey. How’s it going?"

"Good as always, so you know Star Wars right? Well..." his words were lost to me then as he went on and on about Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. I pretended to be listening adding words of acknowledgement, but my brain was far away.

My sister sat across the courtyard, kissing Josh so I quickly avoided looking at her. Another boy caught my eye, he was a little over average height with shaggy blonde hair and I thought he was looking at us, but before I knew for sure he looked away. Only then did I realize Bastien sat beside him, his pose relaxed as he spoke to the pretty brown haired girl I'd seen with Iris the day before. They must be together I thought with a sigh and my accusations were confirmed when she grabbed his dark hair and kissed him.

I looked away focusing on Isaac who had gone mute, looking a little green. Worried for his health I began to rise until I realized he was fixated on the boy with the blonde hair. The boy who was walking right towards us with purpose in his blue eyes and my stomach clenched as I realized I’d been wrong about his height, the boy was about the size of a tow truck, only a little under six foot.

"Isaac? Are you alright? You look a bit green...” I mumbled. Isaac met my gaze then his green eyes oddly confused. I noticed before he looked at his feet, the nervousness and fright there. Was this guy bullying him...?

"I’m f-fine. Maybe we should uhh go..." I glanced back at the blonde, but he was already too close to turn back. And it was too obvious we had noticed him.

"Does he bother y---," I was cut short.

"Hey Isaac," the blonde said, his voice scratchy and booming. I stared with curiosity as the guy all but ignored my presence, focused on Isaac who was toying with his hands.

"H-hi Jason," Isaac mumbled not meeting his gaze. Isaac was the type of guy who was friendly with everyone, why did this...Jason

change that?

"Who's your friend Isaac?" The guy seemed to say his name purposely, almost seductively. I looked between the two, wondering if maybe they had something and by the look on Isaac's face, it was confirmed. Isaac had a thing for this guy.

I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t figured that earlier, I guessed because Isaac was so nerdy him being into guys hadn’t crossed my mind. Or maybe, you don’t pay enough attention my conscious hissed.

"I'm Rosa," for the first time I said this loudly, wanting to give Isaac time to put himself together. People stared, gazes burning into me and I blushed, holding my shaking hand out to him.

Jason looked at me with obvious reluctance, his blue eyes disinterested. Not that I was interested in him that way either.

I pushed my hand out further before him, making sure my sleeve covered any skin. He grabbed it slowly, and as if aware of my phobia, you could call it, of skin, he touched it lightly, an acknowledgement. Nausea hit me and I stumbled backwards, biting my lip and looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was still staring. At that moment I met Bastien’s hazel eyes, teasing as he raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips before I looked away, blushing brighter.

Feeling the same gaze on me I looked over to Isaac who was now packing his bag.

"Nice meeting you," I keyed in to Jason, whose eyes watched Isaac, hunger in those blue eyes as he watched my friend. I felt like I was interrupting something until Isaac spoke his voice steady and sure.

"Rosa we should get going. Nice seeing you again Jason." I nodded.

Isaac started off and I shrugged sheepishly to Jason who watched him, then followed. He walked faster than I thought possible, not turning to face me which was another unusual thing. Before I hit the hall ways I risked a backwards glance at Bastien to find him nuzzling the brown haired girls’ neck, his eyes automatically meeting mine before I practically ran into the halls.

Catching up with Isaac at the Biology doors I took the chance of conversation before we entered class. "Isaac...is your conversations with Jason always so...intense?" His shoulders slouched and he exhaled loudly.

"It doesn't matter Rosa. Guys like Jason, jocks with a reputation, don't go for guys like me. They don't go for guys at all," he said in a small voice. It broke my heart that his smile was wiped away so easily. It broke my heart that he believed that lie also.

"Why not?"

"Forget about it Rosa. He's only known me a day so he can't like me anyway." I wished I could hug him, to make him feel better about the situation, but my selfish side affects ruined the chances.

The bell rang and he rushed into class leaving me watching the invisible steam he left behind. Thinking about it, if Jason really had taken a like to Isaac he would forget what anyone thought and make it apparent, if he didn't than he was as worthless as Robert was. Not worth Isaac's attention.

As the halls began to fill, I rushed into the classroom, sitting beside Isaac and with force patting his covered arm with my hand. It felt wrong, so after about two seconds I pulled back, looking away. When class was over Isaac walked me to class again, uncharacteristically quiet, and I stopped him at the door.

"Listen Isaac, if you never want to talk about it again we don't have to, I was just concerned," I told him almost desperately, I didn't want to lose my only friend. He smiled, his green eyes warming a little.

"You didn't do anything wrong Rosa. It’s just that...I hate him,” he hesitated, “yet I always find myself watching him from a distance...you get me?" I wished I could have said yes, but I didn't get understand. I slowly shook my head, and Isaac smiled half heartedly. Moving a strand of blond hair from my face, making me stiffen even though he didn’t touch me, then before I could think much of it he spoke again.

"Look at me Rosa. I'm a nerd that's bisexual. In high school I would be out of order if I even glanced his way. He’s out of my league." He blinked harshly and when he opened his green eyes they were glassy, emotionless emeralds. Again, I wished I wasn’t so useless, that I could help, but what he was saying had a point. Most jerks in this school would just make a joke out of Isaac, no matter how great he was, looks and who you knew came first in school, nothing more.

"You're gorgeous Isaac. Look at that acne free face, with sparkling green eyes, blonde hair, a smile that makes Brad Pitts look worthless and then your fashion, plus you're so smart. High school just sucks," I grumbled, and this time the smile that he flashed reached his eyes. I felt oddly happy to have made him happy.

The bell rang, interrupting us, and I waved goodbye, rushing into the classroom. Luckily the teacher was so busy trying to organize papers that she didn't notice me. Bastien was in his seat again, his hazel eyes watching me as I contemplated whether or not to sit there again. He pulled out the seat for me; apparently he was making my mind up for me to. For some reason it didn’t bother me.

Keeping my eyes down I rushed into the seat, trying not to notice him. Although I did, of course.

Today his hazel eyes were tired with light rings underneath them. His black hair was messy and he had a five o'clock shadow which I found was a good look for him. He wore a tight navy blue V-neck, denim jeans that hung lowly on his hips, along with dress shoes. The dress shoes didn't belong with the causality of the outfit but since he looked sleepy he probably hadn’t noticed. I smiled, peeking at the left shoe which appeared to be brown leather instead of the right which was black leather. It made me smile wider.

Mrs. Dev. began her lecture, first passing out booklets in French. I began reading through it, finding that French was very similar to Spanish, using gender nouns; just less O's at the ends. It didn't mean it was anymore interesting than Spanish though.

The man beside me hadn't moved since earlier so I risked glancing at him, cowardly using my hair as a shade between us. His dark hair spilled lightly on the table and his head was on the desk, hazel eyes closed and thick eyelashes casting shadows along his sharp cheeks. Someone must not have had enough sleep I thought as I watched his still handsome face.

In sleep he didn't look peaceful, but oddly agitated. There was a furrow between his thick brows making me want to smooth it away. That’s when I noticed how close I'd gotten to him, so close that I smelled how wonderful he smelled. Like peppermints and something else, something addicting. I inhaled again wanting more of that addictive scent.

"Miss Payne, do you mind sharing what’s so entertaining about Mr. Lacriox?" I blushed quickly looking away from Bastien who'd woken up.

"N-nothing... I was just going to ask him for help on," I glanced down at our chapter, “the vocabulary words..." It was a palpable lie so I didn't mind when Mrs. Dev. tsked me, facing the board to continue the lesson. After a few embarrassing moments the class faced the board again, giving me the chance to gather my wits.

I played with my hands, aware of their shortness. I had a bad habit of biting my nails that I was trying to stop. The class hour continued slowly as Mrs. Dev lectured until the bell rung. With an appreciative sigh I grabbed my bag, pushing my chair in and trying hard to ignore the man beside me.

"Rosa?" He asked keeping pace with me although I was practically running.

"Hmm?" I kept my eyes straight ahead knowing if I looked over, I’d got lost in those beautiful hazel depths.

"Sit with me at lunch.” It wasn’t a question but rather a demand and I stifled a snort. I’d rather choke than watch him and his girlfriend suck faces. The emotions I felt hit me hard in the chest and for a second I couldn’t speak. Was this . . . Surely I wasn’t jealous? No, it was something deeper? Disappointment?

"Maybe another time,” I lied, “I already have a seat..." It was meant to end the conversation but he continued walking beside me, unease masking the atmosphere around us until I could no longer stand it. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, staring up at him but keeping myself a safe distance apart before I melted into him. Why was he so hot?

"Let me drive you home then.” He sounded unsure as his hazel gaze met mine, pleading and wide. Reminding me of a little boy begging for ice cream and I couldn’t help but soften up.

"I have a ride..." My voice had lost its steel though and by the ear-to-ear grin he wore he knew it to. He ran his hand through his messy locks making my fingers twitch to feel those silky strands in my hands. I clenched my hands in my pockets, shocked at my own reaction to him.

"Please Rosa?” My eyes widened at the silkiness of his voice, “It’s just a ride home." Why was he going through so much trouble to drive me home? Didn't his girlfriend need a ride? Yet he had a point it was just a ride home. Yeah, a ride with a gorgeously irritating man…

"Fine,” I mumbled, “now shoo.” I stumbled away, aware of his eyes boring into my back. I suppressed a little shiver hating how that affected me. How much he affected me.

I met up with Isaac then and we chatted the whole lunch hour about anything and everything. I found it was nice as I was lost in conversation, possibly the longest one in a while.

Thankfully I managed to get through third and fourth block without problems, probably because the French boy didn’t have those classes with me.

My mind wandered to Bastien when I walked into the parking lot. Unsure if I should wait, I shrugged, standing beside Iris who impatiently made her way to the car.

"Come on Rosa! I've got a date in an hour and I need to get ready.” I winced but opened the passenger side anyway. Glancing back one last time before sitting inside, still I didn’t see him so… Exactly when I went to close the door I saw Bastien, his eyes narrowed and I closed the door with a wicked grin.

I knew how arrogant Bastien was by one look and dread coiled in my stomach as I realized all to late that tomorrow I’d pay for this.

Oh well, at least you’ll get to talk to him again my conscious sang. The truthful traitor.

Changes Of a Wolf's Heart (Bastien):

 

The Wolf in me internally howled an Alpha’s howl, demanding submission, obedience.

 

 On the inside, the fury was building, spreading as I watched Rosa disappear from sight, like watching the sexy, disobedient girl slip right from my grasp. The rage my wolf felt for disobedience was void in me, because I didn’t really care about that, I cared that I hadn’t gotten a proper conversation with her. The distant attitude wasn’t one I was used to, at all, so it confused me…but thrilled me all the same. This girl was exciting.

 

 Throughout French, she’d watched me in my mock sleep, but then she could hardly meet my gaze when I tried to speak with her. It was frustrating, misunderstanding a simple human, since I’d always been good at reading people.  That was simple! Or it had been.

 

 Growling low in my throat, I fisted my car keys, heading for my F-Type Jaguar, ignoring those who called me out. Only when the familiar voice, Jason, hollered did I tune into reality, looking over my shoulder to glare in his direction. The younger, dressed in demine jeans and a red v-neck attracted the eyes of practically every girl in the school, but, he never once showed interest longer than meaningless one night stands. It was unusual, since male Lycans, especially Alpha young’s puberties where brutal –hormonal overload. Today, his eyes were sharper as he reached the passenger side, pulling a leather jacket from his back-pack.

 

 “You good man? Look kinda tense over there,” he grinned, slightly pointed teeth on display. I nearly snapped at the question, but held onto the last string of control, entering the car and slamming the door as my muscles tensed, preparing for a shift. My wolf was becoming dominant, his view of Rosa wholly different from mine, she was something to conquer.

 

 Willing the feeling away, I rub my hands down my face viciously.

 

 “Seb, get your wolf under control before you expose us all.” I’m trying I thought back angrily.

 

 My canines elongated, but I gritted my teeth until they retracted back into my gums, then before I thought better of it, I sunk my teeth into my wrist, the pain miniscule as the blood welled from the wound. My wolf hissed, all thoughts of rage replaced with self-preservation. Seconds later, the mark healed, making me sigh in relief, feelings replaced with an easy still.

 

 “What is the matter with you!?” I exhaled the breath I’d been holding in. The girl. The girl is what’s wrong with me.

 

“Nothing,” I snapped. “Why didn’t you take your own car?” Jason eyed me suspiciously, but I stared back blankly. It was my business, and I refused to tell it to anyone unless I wanted to, best friend included. Lycans valued privacy.

 

 “Didn’t feel like going home. Just chilled out in True form,” he shrugged, pulling a freakin’ belt from that bag. As I looked, I saw the clothes stuffed inside, rather than school books. How long did he plan on staying away…?

 

 “Jay, you gatta go home tonight. Your Mathine is probably worried.” Instantly, he whipped around, eyes a furious black. I sighed heavily, realizing the mistake in my words before he started in.

 

 “Don’t you get it at all? I can’t go back to that hell-hole where the Alpha tries to suck the life from my fucking soul. With his proper way to talk, proper way to act, proper way to look, proper person to be smitten with! Or…or my mother who silently agrees without a fucking words objection! Oh, let’s not forget my perfect younger brother who says all the right things and likes all the right people.” He paused, letting out a bitter laugh, but I held silent, knowing he wasn’t finished. “He doesn’t fucking love me you know. He loved who he thinks I will be. And I was stupid enough to think you’d get that…Save me the humiliation Sebastian, become my father’s Beta. You’ll be far better at it than I am.”  With that, he stepped out, stalking away, into the forests, leaving me to my guilt. Fuck.

 

 It took a lot of convincing to let him be, but I knew Jason wouldn’t want my pity or company at this point. It was a well deserved insult. Still, I couldn’t understand what he was going through, I’d created something for myself in France, with blood and sweat and pain as motivation, with only the help from one trustworthy Lycan, a Lycan who’d even abandoned me in the end to a chain of business’ I only had put profit too. I shook the memory away; he was in the past, as gone as my bastard of a father. Having an overbeating, protective father sounded better than not having one at all.

 

 Silently, I drove away from campus, through the forests until I was greeted by an empty manor, again. In my room, I undressed, wincing at the sight of my shoes, in two different brands and names. No wonder. No wonder Rosa wanted nothing to do with me, I was a freakin’ dog.

 

 In bed, I lay staring up at the high-ceiling, trying to ward off the nightmares, even as they took me hostage once more.

 ***

The sun was setting once I slammed awake, panting as I looked down at my chest, the stinging gashes making me curse. As I sat upright, I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, catching my breath until, after a few more minutes, I left the room to brush my teeth and shower. At the mirror, I found my jaw covered in a five o’clock shadow. I’d have to shave, I realized, or I’d have a full on beard tomorrow, which was irritating enough.

 

 Once that was done, I pulled loosely hung demin jeans and a black v-neck before shrugging into my leather jacket and making sure to grab matching boots. Then, before I grabbed my keys, I pulled my hair back with a leather strap, so it wouldn’t cover my face.

 

 Rosa thought she could get rid of me so easily, but she was very wrong. I was admittedly an arrogant Lycan, confident that I could get what I wanted. And what I wanted was to talk to Rosalina Payne. One way or another, I would.

 

 Exiting the manor, I was grateful for the distance between pack housing. I didn’t have the patience to deal with another wolf’s prying. Using my memory, I drove the short drive, listening to some artist I couldn’t recalled, finding that I actually enjoyed the song a bit. I could relate to what he was singing, especially when the peculiar verse came up, “You got it bad when you’re out with someone but you keep on thinkin’ bout someone else.”

 

 When I’d first arrived here, Hailey had been the most appealing to look at, absolutely breathtaking; but now, with Rosa around…she looked plain. I smirked, knowing if the featherbrained girl had heard that, she’d try to hurt me, but, I knew she wouldn’t dump me. In fact, I already knew she wanted money, which I gave without hesitation. It wasn’t a big deal for me; I had the money, too much actually.

 

 Two streets away, I parked in a vacant drive, walking towards her house. Her drive was empty, and for a second, I wondered if she was even home, but I wasn’t deterred, ringing the doorbell before stuffing my hands in my pockets. I waited seconds before Rosa answered, looking so startled I almost laughed.

 

 “What are you doing at my house?” Mentally undressing you, my hormones raged, but I clenched my teeth, summoning the control I hadn’t thought I’d be needing. I wasn’t a sixteen year old boy, I was old enough to have some control over myself…or so, I’d thought. Rosa seemed to be making exceptions.

 

 “You did really think I’d give up so easily? I’m a jock after all,” I teased, hoping she couldn’t see how much I abruptly wanted her. Before she could reply, I stepped into the house, surprised at the modern attributes it held. Huh, looks could be deceiving.

 

 “Get out,” she hissed. I raised my hands in surrender, but held my ground, taking her in all the while. She was dressed in a black tank-top and black shorts that showed off her slender legs. At the sight, my hands stung to run down those smooth legs, legs that led down to small, socked feet. I arched a brow at the socks before lifting my gaze to her face once again. Naturally, Rosa was gorgeous, damp hair hanging at her shoulders, making that lavender scent stronger and unconsciously, I wondered if she tasted as good as looked and smelled. My mouth dried with want and my teeth began to sharpen.

 

 It wasn’t true, werewolves and vamps being enemies, in fact, we had a lot in common. We both drank blood, the only difference: they drank from humans, we drank from our mates. Neither of us took lives, though the vamps blood living was a necessary the Lycans didn’t have.

 

 “You owe me, Roza,” I told her seriously. Her face flushed with anger, looked oddly adorable and I had to look away before she saw the horribly idiot grin I wore. There was something wrong here, I knew, so…bizarre.

 

 “Do you always stalk girls you just met?”

 

 “No, just you.” The words were out of my mouth before I even thought them. At least it’s the truth, I thought, trying to keep away from how truthful it’d actually been. 

 

 A distraction was what I needed, so naturally, I looked at Rosa again. Her blue eyes were surprised as she chewed her bottom lip –bringing my attention to those slightly puffed lips, pink and plump, so kissable.

 

 “Fine,” she sighed. “Since you’re obviously not leaving…What is there to possibly talk about?” She didn’t give me the chance to answer, good thing too since I had no idea what shit I’d blurt out next. I just really wanted to know her. Instead, she headed for the stairs and dutifully I followed, trying to keep my eyes off her body. It proved almost impossible, because she was perfection to me with smaller breasts, a flat belly, hips curved and slender legs. Stop being so damned creepy I inwardly snarled to myself, looking at the floor.

 

 Distraction.

 

 “Where’s your family?” She glanced at me, but opened a door. Her bedroom, I thought unsure of how to feel about the excitement spiking my veins.

 

 Quickly, I tampered into my wolf, making sure he was composed enough, finding him watching Rosa with…interest. It was bizarre for the wolf in me to even consider someone as anything but an enemy, though with Rosa, who was so fragile and endearing, it’s wasn’t exactly a shock he found her…different.  

 

 I followed again, hoping the room would tell me more about her character…The room however, was pretty bare, walls a neutral yellow with a neatly made bed, a while dresser and walk in closet. But it was hers, and that made it…comfortable, fragrances intoxicating the entire space, making my head spin slightly.

 

 She sat silently on her bed, but I noticed her anxiety and stood by the window, hoping to ease her distress.

 

“It’s my parents’ anniversary so they’re out for dinner and Iris –my sister, is on a date with her boyfriend.” So they had left her alone. I inwardly groaned. Did they not understand how extremely fragile this girl was? How easily she could get hurt. Could they possibly have not learnt by now?

 

Humans.

 

“They left you alone then?” She stiffened a bit, raising her chin.

 

“I can handle myself.”

 

“I never said you couldn’t,” I reminded, testing her to disagree. I enjoyed a challenge.

 

“It was implied,” she retorted, catching me off guard. She was right, of course, it had been. So the girl was intelligent then. For a second I simply stood there, watching her intently, wishing she’d look up at me just once. It was strange, how much I enjoyed having those dim eyes on me.

 

“What’s your favorite color?” The question worked as I thought it would and she glanced up, the blues of her eyes swimming with questions. Half-heartedly I gestured for her to begin, only then did she seem to remember the question.

 

“I don’t have one.” My eyebrows rose in question. Another pressing surprise.

 

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Though I already knew the answer, I wanted to hear it from her. Nobody else seemed to matter.

 

“Um…” she fumbled. “I suppose Robert counts as my boyfriend, but I can’t really remember much of the relationship.”  Her answer puzzled me, but I was too determined to find out more about my latest obsession. My only obsession.

 

“Iris is your twin, yes?” She nodded. “Then why are your eyes blue instead of brown?” At the question, her lips twitched, taking on a little smile that I involuntarily returned, shoulders relaxing as she did.

 

“Rare occurrence really, just chance. I’ve always been a little screwed up.” In disbelief, I shook my head, about to shoot another question when she spoke up.

 

“My turn.  How old are you?” Startled, I ran a head through my hair.

 

“Twenty two,” I blurted before I thought better of it.

 

Instantly, the atmosphere tensed. Forcefully, I kept my gaze locked on hers, willing the suspicion to dissipate.

 

“Twenty two in high school…?” And so the lies begin, I thought irritably. I’d never been one to lie, easily avoiding situations in which I would have too, but this girl took me off guard, and though I didn’t want to lie –trusting the secretive eyes and pretty, hushed mouth –I knew it was inevitable.

 

Stop bein’ dramatic, I steeled, answering before she could realize I was thinking too hard about it.  “I’m not the smartest guy around.”

 

Her eyebrows rose in disbelief before she gave a pretty snort and I grinned, pleased that she didn’t think I was an actual idiot, even when I acted like one.

 

Surprising me once again, she asked another question, this time much safer. “What’s France like?” I almost curled my lip at the muggy memories. France, a total piece of work it was, I wanted to mutter bitterly, but it wasn’t France that pissed me off, not at all. It was my screwed childhood.

 

Swallowing the words, I spoke casually. “Ma cherie, France is charming, Paris extremely so. I can’t really explain, though I could take you,” my accent flowed free, covering the lie better. Of course I could take her if she really wanted, though it wouldn’t mean I was going anywhere near that manor. In fact, I’d do everything in my power to stay away from that nightmare.

 

She narrowed her eyes, making me instantly alert. Had I said something to upset her?

 

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” I bit back a wince. It wasn’t like I would lie about it, not something so insignificant anyway.

 

“Oui, I do.” Something close to disappointed flicked in her eyes before she dropped her gaze. My chest tightened with an unknown emotion and suddenly I needed to change the subject, to put that smile back on her face.

 

“How’d you get the scar?” Smooth, Seb. Fuckin’ smooth. Instantaneously, she froze, and the sadness in her was tangible. I could’ve kicked myself in that moment. Throughout the conversation I’d completely forgotten about her past, damn me, I was such an asshole. How the hell could I let myself forget something so important?

 

Easy, you’re getting far too comfortable, my wolf answered angrily. Anger directed at me only.

 

“Forgive me?” Her hand was on her scar, making me wonder exactly how many times it proved a reminder of her kidnapper. If I could turn back the hands of time, I’d never have opened my mouth; if I could turn back the hands of time, I’d have murdered whoever dared hurt her.

 

“For what? It was a simple, ordinary question. ‘m just overreacting…Just…Give me a minute, p-lease?” Her voice broke at the end, though before I could apologize, she was walking out of the room and into another. Idiot, idiot, idiot, I insulted over and over until with a heavy sigh, I let my head fall back against the wall with an inaudible thump.

 

A few minutes passed, the agitation and worry building. The lights were on in another room, down the hall, where I could hear Rosa. Or her breathing at least, harsher than I was comfortable with. Somehow, I found my hand on the door handle, entering the unknown room before I realized it.

 

Absently, I notice it’s a spacious bathroom, but I don’t take the time to really examine it, locked on Rosa’s face; tear-stained cheeks flushed with shiny eyes to match.

 

My breathing caught in my throat. Your fault! Her eyes met mine briefly before she backed away, a horrible fake smile pasted over her lips. Pained, I shut my eyes, inwardly recoiling from the foreign pain sweeping over the expanse of my ribs.

 

For the first time since its awakening my wolf howled not for hatred or aggression, but tenderness, urging me to grab her, hold her, hide her away from all the pain. To bare it for her. And there was no resisting as I gripped one dainty in my larger one, caressing the softer palm as she stared up at me, eyes wide in disbelief. The touch sent a river of quiet fondness, protectiveness, and something else, something strong, stronger than anything I’d ever felt before.

 

“You’re...touching me,” she whispered, more to herself than me I thought. “And it feels…tolerable.” Suddenly, I was aware of the way she avoided contact, dropping her hand to move back in a slight haze.

 

“No, no!” she breathed. “Come here. Please.” As if she had to beg. I complied readily, two steps closer, so that my heat was positively smothering her. I couldn’t help but lean closer than necessary.

 

Her cool fingers rose to stroke over my temple, down to the slope of my cheekbone. At the electrifying shock, I inhaled sharply, shutting my eyes at the intense feel of it. With force, I resisted the urge to take charge, instead letting her feel me at her own pace. My breathing was even, though it took much effort, especially with her whisper soft touch, shooting demands through my entire being. When those fingers brushed my nose, the scent at her wrist so appealing, I had to open my eyes again, ready to pull her into me right then.

 

But, she looked so self-conscious and unsure, letting her hand fall to her side, but never actually stepping away. I nearly growled.

 

“Sorry…” She backed away, giving me the room to clear my head. The outside world became clear once more, and I made out the sound of a car pulling into the drive, loud to me, though probably not to Rosa.

 

Time to go, I thought grudgingly.

 

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” She shook her head and I opened my mouth to demand why not when she said, “Its Saturday tomorrow,” she reminded with a small, shy smile.

 

Crap, football season began tomorrow morning. Suddenly, being with this girl was so much more imperative. 

 

“Right…” Nobody made the first move. We stared, and her lips parted slightly, breaths coming shorted. I yearned to lean in, to brush her lips to mine carefully as she deserved, but car doors slammed shut, interrupting. This time, she did hear, and was frantically pushing me backwards and down the steps.

 

I obliged, turning on my heels to exit through the sliding glass back doors just as a key was inserted to the front doors lock. Rosa was behind me, pointing to another door beyond the pool before she slid the other doors closed again without a backwards glance. That bothered me.

 

By the time her parents entered the house, I was hidden behind the bushes with a wolfish grin. Discreetly, Rosa glanced out back, to which I smiled wider, even as she continued to talk to her father about hanging out with someone named Isaac. The Isaac I’d seen her walking with most likely. Even though I shouldn’t have felt jealous, it burned deep inside me, despite the boy’s interest in other males.

 

An acute pain started in my head and I winced, knowing the feeling –the feeling of a wolf wanting out, commanding it. Without a harsher wince, my eyes shifted, and I could see the way the wolf’s eyes were fixated on Rosa. And if fell into place all too late: the urges. I was mating a human. My wolf swirled intensely, in cloud nine, filled with desire, bloodlust, and…love.

 

With a groan, I struggled against the feeling, pivoting to run away, but I should have known better. My wolf clawed me in place, the fire tingling upon my hand, my eyes falling shut.

 

Pleased now? I wanted to shout it. My wolf had what he wanted now. He had control, he had Rosa. But she was for the both of us, and knowing that lessened my rage, though for the first time in nine years, I felt unsure of myself. It was an unwelcome feeling.

 

Why the wolf is us had control over who we mated, I had no idea, but when it found exactly who we both needed, what we both couldn’t overcome, we were forever tied to that person. No longer would I feel anything, especially not lust, for another woman aside from my mother and sister.

 

And that didn’t bother me in the least, Rosa was so much better than any of them.

 

“Thinkin’ like a true mate,” I sneered in disgust, peering down at my hand, where the very obvious mating marks were. The marks were patterned in swirls, resembling none other than a wolf, starting at my wrist and wrapping itself around the ends of my fingertips.

 

Had Rosa seen hers? Suddenly, we were desperate to know, though as we looked, the girl was still arguing, completely oblivious to the fanatical wolf that had altered her life forever, in her own backyard.

 

Loud growls begun to rip from my throat, my wolf coming far too close to the surface. With one last regretful glance, I fled, shifting (with no care of my clothing) as I did so, until I was a vicious monster of a wolf. Fighting it, I tore through the forests until I was far enough that I could think almost clearly, without that sharp, lavender scent intoxicating me.

 

The darkness was welcomed as I stood, watching the rushing waters of the creek I’d become oddly attached too. It held something over me, in a sick way that reminded me of the time my father had attempted to drown me. Almost succeeded, should have succeeded.

 

I barked out a bitter laugh at the memory.

 

At ten, I’d longed for my father’s attention, so much that if he even glanced at me, hazel eyes burning with hatred, I’d scurried to his side. I’d been born in Lycan form, and we went through puberty far earlier than humans, so I hadn’t been able to keep hold of one form, switching from wolf to human every few minutes. My inky hair had been cropped multiple times, but it grew quickly, hanging uselessly over my eyes.

 

The smell of tobacco and spirits assaulted me as Father grabbed ahold of my hair, bringing me close, so very close, his forehead to mine. Fright and excitement surged through me, through my body which shifted once again. I yelped pleadingly when his hold on my hair tightened, forcing my bones to take on human-form again.

 

“Learn to keep one fuckin’ form,” he cursed me in French, and I cringed, eyes wide as he abruptly stood and in front of the entire bar, dig his nails into my thin wrist, until I had to let him yank me in the air.  

 

“Regardez!” Look, he shouted drunkenly to the onlookers. “Anyone who kills the damned pup gets a hundred grand!”

The magic words had been spoken, all sprang up and I failed to protest, to mention that the older had not even a penny to his rotten name. Instead, I whimpered, scurrying. Using my size as an advantage, I slipped passed the larger Lycans, dodging bottles, teeth and claws, a horrific terror pushing me to be quicker.

 

Now in wolf form, I was aware of the other wolves following, but too smart to risk glancing backwards and losing my head, shifting back to human where I’d be left defenseless. Still smaller than everyone, I caught sight of human camp and knew I only had two choices: die by human hand or my fathers’ pets claws.

 

That’s when the sharp claws swiped my hind leg. I whimpered at the pain, realizing that the choice was no more. I was going to die. Or so I’d thought. At the action, I was propelled into the air, flying into human camp.

 

The humans, an older couple, were startled but instantly concerned…for me. Unknowing of the giant wolves lurking in the thick these, they harbored me, thankfully, for once, luck was on my side. Quickly, the retreated, probably ordered by the Alpha, Laden.

 

I would forever be grateful to the stronger, even if, years later, he’d banish me from the pack.

 

Limply, exhausted, I’d lain there, in the arms of the older woman, vision fuzzy. Too soon, another figure arrived, a tall, lanky man with pale skin, looking crisp and clean…My father. I began to struggle, but the woman tightened her hold on me, welcoming the stranger…Welcoming the monster.

 

“I’d hate to disturb you, but pup scampered this way, and I was wondering if you –Oh! There’s the little guy,” he exclaimed in our native tongue, in false relief.

 

With my paws, I covered my eyes, quivering as they gladly handed me into his choking hold. Curtly, he thanked them, not saying another word as we disappeared into the forests. I didn’t know where he was taking me until I heard the water…I squeezed my eyes tighter, praying once I was gone, Mathine and Aimee would be out of harm's way.

 

At the creek, he dropped me, hazel eyes blistering as he untied his cravat. It was his usual attire as an old fashioned male.

 

“Shift now or I’ll take this slower,” he threatened. Obediently, I shifted, shivering in my nudity, as his hand squeezed my shoulder, hard enough that it cracked. My cry was gurgled as I collapsed into the dirt, another shift claiming me, popping the shoulder back into place as I breathed deeply, curling in on myself.

 

“Ma-Maman s-said you’d be n-nice to me,” I stumbled through the words, cringing when he laughed, head falling back so it got lost in the woods.

 

“Come now, Sebastien,” he murmured. “Why would you believe such false tales?” When I didn’t answer he shouted, “why!”

 

“J-Je suis un héritier Alphas,” I’m an Alpha’s heir, I’d blurted stupidly. His answered strike had me falling backwards, shifting once more. The pain blurred my vision as pathetic tears overflowed my eyes.

 

Why? Why can’t papa just be nice to me? At that time, I remembered asking Aimee, late in the night, when she’d hold me. I was so weak to seek comfort from a female, I knew, let alone my younger sister. A female I was to ward against the monster. I was such a failure.

 

“You are nothing!” I believed him. “Shift!” Once again, I found my body human at the command. I wished he would get it over with then, and like the Gods had answered me, he fisted my hair, dragging my stone-still body towards the rushing water.

 

“I loved you, Fathern” I screamed desperately, knowing his hatred for the words. Why I did it was a blank to me, but it worked to agitate him and he kicked me into the freezing liquid, pouncing so fast I remained under, even as his hands yanked at my hair, trying to lift me out.

 

At that, I spit in his face, smiling despite the sharp pain. “I know why you hate me you know!” He paused, baring his teeth, eyes cold coals. “I would have been a b-better…” his other hand squeezed my neck, closing my airways. I choked the last words anyway, “Alpha!”

 

He shoved me below again.

 

With a snarl, I snapped away from the memory. I don’t know who had saved me that night, but I’d woken up to the forests, all alone. I smiled hollowly. For a while, I’d cried my ass off until Laden had found me, dressed me, taken me to the packs Doctor, and finally, back…home. When I’d arrived, my father had simply glared, waiting until Laden was gone to beat me once more.

 

Still, he’d never spoken of it, never attempted to take my life again. And it’d been a blessing that at the age of thirteen, I’d been able to fight back.

 

My smile grew. The other had looked far worse than I ever had. 

Plans with Isaac (Rosa):

 

“I am not wearing that! Ever!” I exclaimed in exasperation to Isaac, who was holding up a skimpy little mini-skirt in one hand. Somehow, I’d managed to convince my mother to let me out of the house with Isaac, though it’d taken hours of arguments to do the job. Thankfully enough, once they met him, they seemed to have approved. Now, we were at the mall, a small one, but with enough stores that I was actually enjoying myself.

 

Especially in Isaac’s company, where I could be myself, where I was treated like a normal human being.  

 

“C’mon Rosa. You dress like a…an old lady,” he choked, laughing. My mouth fell open as I looked down at myself, dressed in a grey wool sweater, jeans, and Converses’. It looked fine to me.

 

In fact, it looked comfortable. What was wrong with that?

 

“So you want me to dress like a slut then?” He grinned, putting the skirt back on the rack, much to my relief.

 

“Nah, but, we have to get you something…better to wear, at least,” he said, mouth set. I groaned.

 

That’s when an idea came to mind. Isaac always dressed like he was going to a job interview or something equally as important, not just school. With slacks, a button up tucked into those slacks, and dress shoes. If he was going to play dress up on me, then I should be allowed to do the same for him.

 

Tit for tat.

 

I grinned devilishly, an unfamiliar excitement falling over me. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

 

Smugly, I told him of my thoughts and this time, it was his mouth that hung open in shock. My smile deepened as I realized Isaac and I weren’t so different after all, we both shied away from fashion that caught attention. He’d done this to himself though and I was not letting it go.

 

“And what is wrong with the way I dress?” Most things, I almost said, but decided against it, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

 

“You dress like a nerd.” He glared. Oh, no.

 

“It’s because I am one.” I shook my head, pushing back the urge to stick my tongue out like a five year old. Instead, I extended my hand. A deal breaker.

 

With obvious reluctance, he accepted my hand lightly. Instantly, I wanted to recoil, but forced myself to stand still, trying to keep my brain in order.

 

It’s just a handshake Rosa, get used to it, my conscious snapped. Now.

 

With that, we split ways, agreeing to meet back by the entrance in an hour. With a small smile, I wandered towards Aeropostale, noticing all the diverse lines of clothing for men. Isaac wouldn’t be considered anything less than goodlooking anymore, not in those clothes. Knowing that, I began to look through the racks, picking up anything caught my eye, anything that reminded me of a certain Frenchman. That made me wince, realizing that I was becoming hopelessly infatuated…and fast.

 

An hour later, I was seated in Isaac’s truck. It was nicer on the inside than the out, much like my house amongst other things. Insisting he wait to see what I’d bought until we reached my house, he’d applied the same, annoying principle to me. No matter how much I complained or prodded, he refused to budge, so finally, I gave up, unwilling to pout about it, though I did, just a little.  

 

As the ride continued, the suspense nagged at me, that why as soon as we parked in the driveway, I jumped out of the passenger side, grabbing all six bags. Isaac shockingly held about ten in both hands, which was slightly frightening. Please, I thought, let it be at least somewhat appropriate.

 

Fumblingly, I unlocked the doors with the key under the mat, noting that nobody seemed to be around. I figured they were all in their rooms. Isaac followed me as I led him up to my bedroom, switching the lights. He looked around, much like Iris and Bastien before hi, but didn’t comment on the lack of technology or character.

 

It was weird for me, having another guy in my bedroom…but different than with Bastien, who’d seemed to have taken it up, consuming the space with his size. The thought of Bastien being here made me blush foolishly as I recalled the feel of his handsome features…My hands began to sting, aching for the feel again.

 

I swept the thoughts under a mental rug quickly, shutting my door behind me softly without bothering to lock it since I didn’t want to give my parents another reason to distrust Isaac, my mother was already overbearing as it was. Silently, Isaac dropped the bags, sighing as he toed off his shoes, socked feet smaller for a guy. Almost smaller than my size five.

 

Shaking my head sat on my rugged floor, pushing my bags toward him. Immediately, he grabbed one, pulling out a few v-neck shirts, eyes bugging out of his head. I giggled nervously, and it sounded rusty since I barely laughed anymore, but it felt good, refreshing even. Isaac didn’t comment, so I began to pull out the clothing in my bags, pleased that they weren’t all the scanty. Lots of them consisted of ripped jeans, stockings, skirts, pretty blouses.

 

I must’ve jinxed myself because at the last bag, Victoria Secrets, I drew out pairs of lacy underwear, and a very flimsy lingerie in bloodred. Whoa…

 

“What is this?” I pointed to the thing, distaste heavy in my tone. When would I ever wear something like that?

 

“Something sexy,” he replied simply, picking up the leather jacket I’d gotten, his question obviously the same as mine. My cheeks flamed, because all I could think of as I’d purchased that was how good Bastien had looked, a dangerous mix of rugged and mysterious.

 

“Hellllloooooo! Earth to Rosa!” Blinking, I stowed the daydream away for later, smiling apologetically at the others searching green eyes. Before he could ask I spoke, unwilling to tell that I was foolishly fantasizing about a guy that was painfully out of my league. Nope, that was too pathetic, even for me.

 

“What?” I muttered. “Lots of people wear leather jackets.” He shook his head sadly, eyes ashamed.

 

“Not me. I wouldn’t look good in it,” he mumbled. The thing about Isaac, I noticed, was that he was insecure, probably from past bullies. He needed an ego to match his looks.

 

“Hey…Stop it. You’re gorgeous.” Abruptly the look vanished, and he smiled evilly.

 

“So are you! Problem solved for the both of us. Hooray,” he said happily. I’d been tricked. 

 

And here I thought myself clever. Yeah, funny.  

 

“Thanks…For all the stuff…It’s actually not so bad,” I teased gratefully.

 

“I should be thanking you. I haven’t seen so many decent things since my dad insisted I wear these horrible outfits.” I laughed lightly, jumping up to ask if he was hungry, insisting he ate. He was almost as skinny as me, which said a lot.

 

While eating, spaghetti and noodles, Isaac sighed. “So…what were you thinking about back there?” My eyes widened. Why did he have to be so perceptive?

 

“Some guy,” I shrugged, my appetite leaving me at the thought of Bastien. His affect on me were unnerving, I really needed to get a grip.

 

Isaac raised a blond brow. “Who?” I groaned.

 

“It’s nobody, just a friend,” I made sure to emphasize the friend part. Thankfully, he let it go after that, though not without a contradicting snort.

 

An hour later, Isaac left, promising to see me tomorrow. I agree, an uncontrollable happiness flooding me. I liked having Isaac around. Not the same as with Bastien, much less…heated, but nice all the same.

 

With a light heart, I started up the stairs, just when my mom called me to her room. Sighing, I opened the door, lingering unsurely in the doorway. She sat on her bed with something I couldn’t make out in her hands and an unusually cheery smile on her face…In her eyes. I wondered absently where my father was, he really, really needed to get a picture of this.

 

“Did you have a good time today?” It was an awkward thing, talking to my mom.

 

“Yeah,” I answered sincerely. “Isaac’s great.” My mother’s smile deepened as she extended her hand to me. I walked sluggishly forward, gripping what she had without the contact to find an IPhone, one like my sisters, in my hand.

 

“Um…Mom?”

 

“If you’re going to be spending time with Isaac I want to know where you are and that I can get ahold of you…” I smiled fondly before thanking her and escaping to my bedroom, claiming to be tired.

 

The phone was all right, but it held little interest to me. Instead, I quickly showered, eyes shut under the hot water, finding I really was exhausted as I dressed and climbed into bed. In a little ball, I was surprised to find that addicting, peppermint scent in my blankets. It thrilled me to have it there, though it really shouldn’t have.

 

Like it shouldn’t have made me sad it was faded, so light it was barely there at all. Snuggling deeper, I instantly fell asleep. That night, I dreamt of a large, black wolf, my protector.

 

When I woke up, the sun burned at my eyes, making me whimper and cover my face with the blankets. I’d slept…soundly last night with no memories of Him. Forcing myself to sit up, I shook the probing dreams of the wolf off, showering hastily and brushing my teeth, leaving my hair down. In the mirror, I noted that this morning, my eyes were a little more blue, my skin a little less pale.

 

Before I could think into it, the doorbell rang and I ran downstairs, brushing passed my sister to fling the door open myself. As expected, Isaac stood there smiling, in his hands: movies and candy. I grinned, gesturing for him to come inside. Iris, who’d followed me, glanced between us questioningly.

 

“Isaac, meet my sister, Iris,” I introduced. Iris smiled, extending her hand.

 

“What are you guys doing today?” She seemed truly interested and I opened my mouth to answer, but Isaac spoke first.

 

“Watching movies, swimming…Just lazing about, would you like to join us?” I nodded in agreement. My mood was super today, though I had no idea why.

 

“Sure…” Iris said. “But only for the movies…Swimming’s not my thing.” I rolled my eyes fondly.

 

Today was already turning out to be a good day. 

Heart vs. Mind (Bastien):

Practice was tough, not exhausting, but restricting. It was hell, being unable to use my abilities, my strength, my speed. It was hell, being a human, I decided, though I managed, growling as I stormed out of the locker rooms. Maybe my football days were over. It wouldn’t be much of a loss.

 

Besides, I had better ideas to keep fit. I smirked; sure that Rosa would run, screaming for the hills if she caught the thoughts, the sexuality going through me right now. I was such a mated male.

 

The deep, carnal instincts within longed to claim her as mine, but I would only if she desired it. I wasn’t the type of male to force myself on a female, yet I winced at the prospect of never being with Rosa that way. The idea of her being with another male that way, whenever she wanted, while I was incapable of even being attracted to another goaded me. What had I gotten myself into here? No, what had the damned wolf pushed me into?

 

Nothing you didn’t want. I gritted my teeth, speculating his sudden strength. His domination over my mind. Of course, he would not answer, he enjoyed having power over me; craved it.

 

Hours later, I prowled the forests, intently heading in the direction of my mates house. I needed, rather than wanted to see her. It’d been too long already.

 

Caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the loud sounds of claws digging into the Earth, growling echoing throughout the trees until I was equally surrounded. Stopping dead, I pivoted, listening to the heavy breathing from the wolves, smelling their revolting testosterone in the air. Baring my teeth in warning, I waited, testing them to reveal themselves and they took unwell to a challenge, emerging from the hooded trees.

 

Three wolves, small compared to me, one grey, the other two brown, stalking forward, teeth bared, eyes pointed back, eyes blazing. I made out one instantly: Robert. He was so tiny that it was most certainly a blow to his pride, it was no wonder he’d brought the two flanking Omegas. I questioned if they knew just how easy it’d be for me to kill them…Hmm.

 

'Really, Rob? D’you want your friends to die too?' I knew he’d heard my voice loud and clear in his mind because his steps faltered, providing me the advantage I’d aimed for.

 

Pouncing the largest of the Omegas, I slammed my paw into his side, as my father had once done to me, digging the claws into his flesh. He yelped, but I didn’t give the chance to run, stabbing the sharp points of my teeth into his revealed throat, grimacing at the metallic taste of his Omega blood. Revolting. I took everything in me not to just spit the shit out on him.

 

Let him go, the inferior part of me advised, so low it was almost inaudible as I kicked off the attacker. Off to the sidelines, Robert watched the fight, letting his buddies to his dirty work. Pathetic bastard.

 

Kill that one! This time it was a shout, and I automatically unclenched my jaw. Inwardly, I winced when Robert took the opportunity to join in, tearing into one of my hind legs. Twisting, I swiped his face, letting his own surprise take him before I shook him off me. The damned son of a bitch had a death grip on my leg though, and it took more force.

 

That’s when I heard it, the sounds of wolves howling in the distance and knew I had to finish this quickly, enough games. In a hurry, I shoved the Omega I’d bitten, not with enough force to do fatal damage, but he’d be knocked out. I was correct; he flew into the trees, knocking three before he slumped. The second Omega was too easy, he merely ran.

 

Smart pup, that one.

 

Now, for the kill. The excitement coursing through me was sinful, but I didn’t care. Avenging my mate was theonly thing on my mind as I stalked his retreating form. I gave him credit though, he didn’t run. He was being…brave. Or perhaps he knew I’d catch him easily. Circling his form, I didn’t expect for him to leap forward, sinking his teeth into my shoulder before I shook him off, but surprise, surprise. The wound barely registered to my clouded mind. I saw red, craved death.

 

Launching myself further, ready to finish the deed, I snarled in confusion when I was lashed backwards, going through numerous trees until I rolled uselessly. Snarling louder, I finally saw the form of another large, Alpha Lycan. As soon as the dangerous red faded from my vision, I noted this particular wolf was entirely white; Jason.

 

'It’d be a pleasure to take your life right now, but I’ve got my eye on someone better. I thought furiously. Move.' To my disdain, the other stood his ground, size almost equivalent to my own, black eyes glowing with the same Alpha statues. For a second, betrayal spiked my conscious, because he was supposed to be on my side. I narrowed my eyes, brushing the pesky emotion off. I didn’t fucking need him anyway.

 

'As much as that unnerves me, I won’t let you kill him, Bastien. He’s a fucking Omega, are you stooping so low as to kill beneath you? And what about my father? You ready to die? Use that head of yours, the Alpha will not hesitate to end your piss-poor life.'

 

I knew, in a better state of mind, Robert wasn’t worth the effort, but he’d harmed what was mine to protect and that went against mate laws. I should be allowed to kill him I wanted to argue, but instead I let my wolf speak. Or he did before I could anyway.

 

'Let. Him. Try.' Simple response, difficult best-friend.

 

'C’mon Alpha, I know it’s you. Seb wouldn’t be so stupid. Wouldn’t do that to me, or his mother and sister…Wouldn’t let his father win, let everyone in France know he didn’t become the better Alpha.' I listened intently, fighting off my stronger instincts. He was right. 'Sebastien, you wouldn’t do that to your Rosa –your mate. She can’t be left vulnerable, think of all the males that would –'

 

 I charged him so fast he didn’t get the last words out. Jealousy, defense, fury varied through me as I tackled his unresponsive body. 

 

'Mine. No male would dare touch a damned hair on her head. And if they did…' I couldn’t finish, considering all the torturous things that would happen to them, whether she wanted him or not. I would kill. She was mine.

 

When I glanced up again, Robert was already gone and I huffed, realizing our entire conversation was a distraction from the original target and it’d worked perfectly. I was Rosa’s fool now.  Silently, I let up, running in the opposite direction than the girl though I only wanted her comfort, hell just her presence was enough.

 

Anger gone, I was aware that Jason followed me. I just wanted Rosa though…It was getting old, having to wait. Why couldn’t I have mated a normal she-wolf? Why was I so fucking screwed up? 

 

'Rosa is that way you know,' Jason’s voice was low in my head. I rolled my eyes, like I didn’t know that.

 

'How did you know…?' It paranoid me. I did not want another male hanging around her. Not until I finished the mating. Now until everybody knew my territory.

 

'Bastien, you’ve been drooling after the girl. It’s only obvious.'

 

'Jason, I’m not in the mood from your dry sense of humor.'

 

'Fine Mr. Grumpy-Pants, if you must know, your girl’s friends snitched on you. Hailey was ready to explode when they exaggerated the tale with, “his eyes sparkle when he looks at her”.' I snorted at that, unsure if it was entirely a lie. But Hailey, I mentally slapped myself, I was in deep shit now.

 

'How mad is she exactly?' I already knew the answer. Hailey was easily pissed off, particularly when it came to other girls around me. Not that I blamed her, if she thought me how I did Rosa, which she couldn’t but still, I’d be crazed with jealously. I was covetous just at other men looking at Rosa.

 

'Seething. She’s gonna cause a scene.' Well, I guessed I wouldn’t have to beat her to it. Hopefully, she’d just exclude Rosa. If she valued her life, she would.

 

'Why are you here then? Haven’t you seen enough of me for one week?' It was supposed to be a joke, but it came out gruff, annoyed.

 

The other shrugged. ‘Cause my best friends gone insane.' Real close I thought to myself with a huff. From the first time my father set eyes on me I’d gone insane.

 

Below the surface I could feel Jason’s discomfort. 'Really, Jay? What’s doing?'

 

He sighed, slowing his pace to match my own. 'I have to go…'

 

This again?

 

'Don’t be such a pus- ' He cut me off with a defensive growl.

 

'Shut up dickhead, and let me speak. I have to go ‘cause my father’s sending me away. Says I need time with other male betas.' What a load. Jason was going to prove an excellent Alpha one day, even if his idiotic parents didn’t see that clearly enough. He understood both sides of everything, he was strong, two honorable traits. The only problem, he didn’t want the fate of an Alpha like I yearned for it.

 

'here’s more, I pointed. He sighed again, but I didn’t press, knowing he wasn’t ready to talk about that part.

 

'You going then? 'We stopped just before the mountains.

 

'Have I a choice? 'He used to original way of speech, the proper way we’d been brought up. We only used it in all seriousness anymore; he seriously thought he had no choice. Fuck that.

 

'I know not, have you?' It was his choice. I couldn’t make it for him this time. He dropped to the ground, eyeing my wounds, I knew because they were deep, a pain I disregarded.

 

'Nay.' Wrong answer.

 

'Then I ask that while you’re away you continue to remember that you are of an Alpha. You are a leader of all things, you life included.' He snarled at that.

 

'Telling damned riddles now? Where the hell is my ‘figure it out yourself’ Sebastien?'

 

'Figure that out yourself, bastard.' He shook his head.

 

'While ‘m around, I’ll keep watch of Rosa in case of anything. I know you can’t be ‘round every minute, but please, don’t...' He paused. I would’ve lifted a brow it I could’ve.

 

'Don’t be an idiot? Yeah, I’ve really no choice anymore.'

 

'How is it…being mated?' I inwardly smiled.

 

'She’s the only girl I see…This love controls my very being. Tames the wolf. She is what I’ve longed for. All I need. I can’t get her out of my head. I miss her when I’m away for more than ten minutes…She’s so damned irresistible. I want her in every way possible. Mind, soul, body…God, I want her heart and her love. Just her.' When I didn’t continue, he nodded, looking considerate. If wolves could smile, I’d be grinning like a love-struck idiot.

 

'Maybe one day you’ll find your Rosa.' He glared, black eyes full of horror.

 

'Nah, I er think I’ll pass. I like being alone.' You just don’t know what you’re missing yet, I thought. Nothing compared to how high and giddy I felt around mine. It’s worth forever. Talking about her, made the ache to see her stronger. Soon, I vowed silently.

 

'I’m really fucking sorry Jason. But maybe you’ll be happier away from this place…Where’s he sending you this time?'

 

'Montana.' Holy...fuck. That place was worse than anywhere, probably amounted to hell but without the fire or whatever. Jason nodded in agreement, obviously sensing my aversion. I never thought I’d feel so bad for another wolf, but Good Dieu it was Montana.

 

Only two minutes of silence passed before I was reaching the brink of lunacy, though I kept my mouth shut anyway, trying to just stay away.

 

'Go ahead; I know you’re dying to see her again. I’ll catch you later man.'

 

Apologetically, I shrugged, but sped off at lightning speed, making it to her backyard within less than fifteen minutes. And as if aware of my need to make sure she was really okay, she appeared, opening the glass doors and walking out. She looked lovely as ever. Thick relief surged over me as I plunked down, watching her. Only when I heard a splash did I realize she wasn’t alone. Fleetingly, I glanced down to see Isaac breach the water and sighed, glad that she had company, even if I wished it could be me.

 

The one piece bathing suit accented her curves perfectly, though it showed off more skin than I’d like. I wanted to be the only one to see those legs, to –When she slipped into the pool, and came up giggling prettily, I sighed happily, centered on the unlikely best friends splashing each other, pleased with just that. Just her happiness was enough for me. I was practically purring every time she blessed both me and Isaac with her laughter, so completely lost in her. My perfect mate.

 

When her mother, the slightly annoying woman, announced it was time for Isaac to go, I agreed. She needed to sleep, it was unhealthy. It was just a little lost sleep, I argued with myself, shaking it off as Rosa exited the pool, hair a darker shade wet, more brown, than blonde.

 

Before she followed Isaac inside, she glanced back to the direct spot I was. The longing in those eyes shocked me, and instantly, I froze because surely she hadn’t seen me…

 

As if answering my thoughts, she shook her head and went inside, allowing the tension to leave me. Until sunrise, I dosed off, that’s when I returned home, washing the scent of outdoors from my body and hair. The bite mark on my shoulder was still fresh as well as the slight limp in my left leg, the healing process taking slightly longer with Lycan saliva infecting the areas. 

 

“Stupid fucking Omegas,” I muttered blankly.

 

From there, I dressed, expectantcy flooding my body as I become conscious of the fact that I would get to actually talk to her again…School wasn’t going to be that annoying after all.  

Crazed Girlfriends (Rosa):

 

“You’re wearing it, Rosalina! It’s a perfect fit on you, and it makes that skin-tone of yours look a bit less…pale,” Iris argued with me. This morning I frown stubbornly, eyeing the dark skinnies and light pink tank-top with distaste.

 

It wasn’t that the outfit was ugly, not really, it just wasn’t me. The shirt showed too much cleavage. Sighing, I looked for another excuse as to why I couldn’t wear it, but, to my extreme disappointment, found none.

 

“Fine, but I’m wearing my hoodie over it,” I allowed grudgingly, staring out the window. Hopefully, I thought, the clouds would appear and cry down on us.

 

“You are not. You’re going to wear it with that cute white cardigan under your pillow,” she snapped, yanking it out from where I’d hid it. Dang it, how did she know? Irritated, I bit the inside of my cheek, mustering all the patience I could.

 

“Get out,” I hissed, snatching the thin material in surrender. Iris, glaring with equal anger, headed for her bedroom, grumbling about my mood-swings. With a sigh, guilt settled over my chest, I’d done it again, pushed her away. But I wasn’t the easiest today, running on less than three hours of sleep, haunted by nightmares, by Him.

 

Alone, I dressed in the outfit, letting my hair go loose since my temples were beginning to throb. Tying the laces of my white Converse’, I left the house to find the sunlight beaming –just my luck –so I keep the hoodie in my arms off.

 

As soon as we exited the car at school, everyone stared, the girls with a look of disgust, which had me staring down at my feet, and the guys a look of…interest? I couldn’t tell, but then again, I didn’t really want to. Making my way over to Isaac, I smiled.

 

“Oh my god! Rosa, you look hot!” My face lit in flames as I anxiously glanced down at myself. Then, before I could over think it, I took the time to take in his outfit. Today, he wore a burgundy v-neck with dark, denim jeans and black Converses. I was even more shocked that he held the leather jacket in his right hand.

 

It was working, I realized in relief. People were watching him, some guys as well. He looked like a completely different person, and by the second glances girls were giving him, they thought so too.

 

“I could say the same too you. You clean up nice,” I replied with a saucy grin, unable to ruin Isaac’s good mood with my own sour one. Discreetly, he glanced around, green eyes sparkling with pleasure.

 

The bell rang abruptly, causing us to retreat to Biology. When we were seated, I noticed some guys in my class paid more attention to me than the teacher, and self-consciously, I tugged my shirt up, wondering how any girl was comfortable showing off this much.

 

Listening to the teacher became difficult with the stares boring into my back. It didn’t feel right, their eyes on me…They weren’t hazel, I thought sheepishly. That was the problem.

 

Thankfully enough though, Isaac also took up attention.

 

The dismissal bell started up and we walked our route through the halls until we were stopped by a cherub looking girl, pretty face caked in makeup. She had black, pin-straight hair that hung down to her tight fit ripped black jeans. Beside her was a good-looking guy, with cropped dark hair. He was about five foot ten in a black sweater and jeans. There was a painful looking sever in his throat, it made me wince. I’d never had a weak stomach, but looking at the torn, healing flesh made me lightheaded.

 

Was he mauled by a freakin’ bear?

 

“I’m Zach, and this is Alana.” Zach unknowingly extended his hand, but I just smiled in return, unsure if I could handle the contact. No, this wasn’t Bastien, I wasn’t immune to just anybody.

 

Alana grinned at Isaac, her intent clear. Far back, I thought they’d be a bad couple, but who knew?

 

“Rosa. And this is Isaac,” I introduced quietly. Isaac took each of their hands while I just kept smiling, wanting to continue on my way without seeming rude.

 

“Walk me to art Isaac?” Alana requested, fingers toying with the ends of Isaac’s ruffled hair. Oh no. He shot me a desperate glance, but just as I opened my mouth to blurt an excuse, Zach spoke up.

 

“And I’ll walk Rosa,” he said smoothly. Alana flashed a charming smile before towing Isaac off. Zach smiled, gesturing for us to continue. I tried to keep a fast pace, sensing Zach wasn’t all he was pretending to be. He walked much to close beside me, presence causing more stares. Ugh.

 

“So you new here Rosa?” I nodded, unable to find my voice.

 

“We should get together sometime,” he offered, brown eyes brighter. I wanted to deny, but stupidly I found myself nodding.

 

“Sure,” I agreed, sure I wouldn’t hold up to that offer. At the classroom door, I smiled in farewell, starting to turn. My skin prickled with awareness, legs jerking away from the hand reaching for me. At that, he dropped the hand.

 

He’d done that on purpose…

 

“Will you sit with me at lunch today, Rosy?” Rosy? My eyebrows creased at the nickname.

 

I opened my mouth to answer, but suddenly, the air was freezing cold and a shiver ran up my spine. Then Bastien was there, large hand taking up most of Zach’s shoulder. My eyes widened at the fury in the…black of his eyes. I resisted the urge to rub my own eyes, rooted in spot as Zach turn to him in a glare of pure hatred, which Bastien returned.

 

The stress level skyrocketed as the two sized each other up. Bastien, the taller, looked down at Zach, his eyes daring. Too nervous to do anything, I winced.

 

“Stay out of this Lacriox.” The bell rang then, but I stood there, petrified as Zach turned his black eyes back to me.

 

“So, that a yes Rosy?” I swallowed because somehow, in the course of two seconds, Zach’s eyes returned to a friendly brown. Oh, no…I was finally losing it. Absently, I nodded before entering the classroom and heading to my seat. There, I chewed nervously at my lips, flinching when the chair beside me pulled back. Bastien sat silently, broad shoulders stiff, muscles tensed: beyond pissed. But, despite myself, I wasn’t afraid. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

 

As if sensing my stare, he turned to look at me, hazel eyes burning with an intensity that held me spellbound. Slowly, the anger waned, replaced with a possessiveness that startled me.

 

“Stay away from Zach,” he commanded in a cool voice, turning away from me. In response, I glared. He was so freakin’ arrogant and bossy. I could hang out with whoever I wanted.

 

“I can’t,” I bit out, a tinge of rebellion in my voice. “I told him I’d sit with him at lunch today.” His jaw worked, I noticed, fists clenching at his thighs. I fidgeted, edgy at the sight.

 

“Cancel,” he gritted simply. As if it was that easy. I just shook my head and focused straight ahead. Class went by without conversation from either of us, my focus solely on the work instead of Bastien. The task was difficult, but I managed surprisingly well, meaning I glanced at him in between questions, which I refused to find pathetic, not with it being him.

 

When the dismissal bell rang, I stormed into the halls until my arm was encased in an iron grasp. Instantly I knew who it was, the electricity sparking up my arm, my heart speeding…

 

“What do you want now?” I hissed, attempting to sound livid as possible. By the grimace he gave, I was succeeding.

 

“I want you to tell me you won’t sit with Zach.” With a scoff I yanked my arm roughly, but I had no chance because he tugged me closer, so close that I could smell that scent and inhaled deeper.

 

And like always, when I was within close proximity of him, my body loosened, wanting him to support me. Traitor, I thought petulantly.

 

“You can’t just expect me to obey your every word! I –,” as we argued a crowd had formed around us, and was now wincing, cheering even. The throng began to clear the way and Bastien’s girlfriend, Hailey I think, was stalked toward us with eyes that blazed. I took the chance to wrench myself free as soon as she took the last steps; somehow I figured Bastien was telling me to go.

 

His hazel eyes were almost…apologetic as he stared at the other girl, who glared at me.

 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I bit the inside of my cheek, wishing she would open her pretty eyes and see it was her boyfriend that was pursuing me.

 

“Hail –,” A sharp slap cut Bastien off. My eyes widened at he straightened to his full height, irritation clear in his eyes. Hailey didn’t cower; instead she glared back for a full minute before turning her attention back to me. At the look in her eyes I wanted to roll my eyes, I’d gone through much worse than a jealous girlfriend.

 

“You little slut! I knew you gave yourself to that killer! It’s no wonder he fucked the good out of you!” I stared, shocked as she screamed the words into my face. All I could hear, “It’s no wonder he fucked the crap out of you.”

 

Why did everything always come back to that? My mind began to work slower, my heartbeat erratic as a flash of His eyes came to mind. Oh no. I shut my eyes against it, but there was no escaping it, all I could see were those eyes.

 

“Did you actually think he wanted you? That you could play games? Well you’re used goods darling! Don’t you even th –,” defensively my hands sprawled outwards, in attempt to get her to just stop bringing the memories back. I hadn’t meant to hit her, but when my hands connected with her face, I knew I had. Vision blurry, I opened my eyes to see her on the ground, lip bleeding as she glared daggers at me, lunging.

 

I didn’t feel it when she hit me back as I was sucked back in time. Darling, darling, darling…The word worked to slash at my chest, echoing in my lost memory.

 

“You’re mine. You hear me bitch?! Mine.” The shivers rocked through my thin, beaten frame as those eyes stared at me, blazing with an empty fire. I sobbed viciously as he grabbed my knotted, blood-soaked hair and forced my cracked lips to his.

 

No, no, no, no…His lips pried mine open and I cried harder, disgusted by the taste of blood in his mouth. With sheer will I lifted my arms to push at him, make him just go away already. He growled cannibalistically, making me cringed backwards, my head connecting with the wooden post I was chained to. I didn’t feel it, not then. 

 

“P-please don’t,” I begged. “It h-hurts…” my voice wasn’t mine. It was too rough, to dead. He pulled away though, a sadistic smile spreading across his decimated face. The sharp points of his nails swiped the tears running down my cheeks away before he ripped the chains from the post, hefting me over his shoulder. I was too weak to struggle anymore. As we moved, my eyes stayed on Serenity, who lay on the hay covered ground, face bloodied and lifeless, limbs tied…Oh, God, oh no, no, no, no no no.

 

Then we were moving so fast I saw nothing but a flurry…I was ready to let out, to fly away but we stopped abruptly, somewhere brighter…the sun glaring in my eyes as my lungs took up the clean, fresh air. He gently placed me in a chair, my head rested lifelessly on my shoulder.

 

He left, only to return shortly and begin retying my limbs, except this time it wasn’t chains, it was something…sharp. I cried out at the pain, involuntarily resisting, but only digging it deeper into my skin.

 

“Ah, ah, ah, cease that darling. It’ll only hurt you more.” His voice was softer, almost loving. Staring off, I could see him pull out a large blade. It gleamed cruelly in the sunlight.

 

“D-don’t…please,” I whispered. Please, I wanted to shout, no more, but the shaking terror clogged my throat.

 

He threw back his head, answering with a loud laugh.

 

“Oh but darling, how will the world know you belong to me?” I tried to shake my head…I tried, but all I could do was watch as he stalked closer, knife in hand. It’s cold, sharp edge met my temple, not hard enough to cut though.

 

“Please,” I tried one last time. But the monster did not care to listen as he sunk the blade into the skin of my cheek, tearing the last remains of hope from my heart.

 

I fainted, my last thoughts…Death. 

 

Panicked (Bastien):

Fury pulsed through my entire being. The all-too familiar heat started up, poison bloodlust making my canines sharper and my vicious begin to enhance, every movement slower. The words that came from Hailey fueled my wolf’s fury as he carefully charted the best ways to approach her, the most painful ways to take her down.

 

The crowd began to stare –at me – and belatedly I realized what they must be seeing. The monster –the Lycan. It was a power I didn’t bother to hide as I glared back at them, but a sickening slap and I nearly lunged for Hailey’s throat –until I saw Hailey on the ground, bleeding. Pride had me smiling, except Rosa…She had that look on her face, that haunted look I was all too familiar with by now. Unconsciously, I took a step forward, forcefully keeping my teeth concealed and my legs straight.

 

Ah Hell, the damned girl was close to being killed, but she was a complete idiot, stepping forward to actually lay a hand on my mate. 

 

Fuck. That.

 

Lurching forward, I tore Hailey away from Rosa, focused only on the protection of my mate. Murmuring a light apology, I wiped the blood from her lip. Her eyes remained closed and I ignored everyone surrounding us, the teachers, Hailey, every freakin’ soul, and cradled her closely.

 

I did not give one fuck about any of them. I just wanted Rosa safe.

 

Alarm made my movements inhumanly quick when her breathing spiked, a low moan reverberating between us. If Hailey had done anything to damage my mate further, her last breath would be soon.

 

I nudged the office door open, unaware of the secretaries anxious question, instead, following the wide-eyed nurse into the clinic where I carefully laid Rosa onto the thin mattress, cursing myself profusely when I noticed the gray tint to her skin.

 

When the nurse spoke up, I growled low in my throat, quickly trying to play it off as a cough.

 

“What is it that happened…sir?” She looked too preoccupied with checking Rosa, and I figured my answer hardly mattered. Intently, I stared at her as she gently wiped the blood from Rosas nose and lips with alcohol pads. My wolf whined at the girl’s sudden flinch.

 

“A fight,” I muttered, unable to meet her gaze I was so focused on Rosa, lightly stroking her soft blonde tendrils.

 

Ten minutes later, the nurse finished checking on Rosa, informing me that it was a simple nose bleed that would only lead to a headache at the worst. But that wasn’t all. Emotionally bonded, I felt the fear, the anguish and I would’ve killed to bear it for her. To take it away. And as the minutes ticked by, Rosa remained unconscious, mumbling revolting words: “please don’t” and “please stop”...In that moment I would have probably killed anyone as a substitute for the real bastard hurting her…Merde.

 

Just when her body loosened, going completely still, every feeling skyrocketed and I flinched at the overload. Her breathing hitched before a chilling scream ripped through the air and for a second, I didn’t know what the hell to do as the fear tore through me. Handing shaking, I grabbed her up, rubbing up and down the cold skin of her arms; she struggled hard and then…stopped, still shrieking lightly.

 

“Merde Roza!” The scream raised a decibel and I cursed. “Shh, Roza, look at me,” I whispered into her hair.

 

To my relief, her scream began to die out, but her eyes remained shut.

 

“Please baby,” I begged harshly, resorting to the Alpha timbre. “Look. At. Me!” And on command her eyes fluttered open. The relief lasted not even a second before tears began to fall passed the vivid blue of her eyes. Abruptly, she began to sob, clinging to me in a way that left me with no other choice but to hold her closer in attempt to comfort her.  For what felt like a long time, I held her while she trembled, discreetly shaking my head at the nurse eyeing us warily in the doorway.

 

Seemingly torn, the nurse shut the door softly, giving us that privacy and I let out a grateful sigh.

 

“H-hands…?” she stuttered. Gently, I laced her dainty palm in mine, brushing my lips over the baby-soft skin. She sighed deep in her throat, which I didn’t know what to make of at that point.

 

“You hands are fine,” I assured her, rubbing my face against those hands, trying to warm them. Bluntly, I watched her, noting that her face was refining color as she became aware of reality. Ever-so-slowly, she pulled her hands away from me, taking that bone deep warmth with her. I straightened, allowing her to collect herself one breath at a time.

 

Her eyes wandered before she spoke in a surprisingly even voice, “Where are we?”

 

“Clinic.” It was gruff with emotion as I really took in her health…She was fine again. She was okay.

 

Silently, she shook her hair, the blonde of it tainted with a light, off pink. Blood, my wolf snarled, and I had to close my eyes, worried that their color was becoming a depthless black. Once I opened them again, reassured, Rosa was blushing prettily, and something in my chest tightened as I knelt, cupping her face in my hands to make her meet my gaze. I could only really hope it wasn’t black.

 

“What’s wrong…?” Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply –that really concerned me. “You okay?” It took a moment before she finally blinked, glaring.

 

“I’m fine,” she chirped angrily, shoving me away. “Will you just take me home?” I sighed, wondering what more I could’ve done to piss the world off…I was so damned stupid sometimes.

 

The truth made me furious and I nodded curtly in response, opening the door and gesturing for her to walk through. She did, eyes on her feet as if they couldn’t be trusted. Fascinating. I suppressed the instinct to carry her, but instead led the way, her trailing behind quietly. 

 

Once again, I thought, I was Rosa’s fool.

 

Unlocking the car doors I opened her for her, watching as she stepped in while hugging her light sweater to her chest. At the driver’s side, I pulled out my leather jacket from behind, holding it out to her.

 

Her eyebrows creased and I sighed. “Put it on.”

 

“I’m not cold,” she lied just before another shiver rocked her smaller frame. My molars worked in irritation.  She wasn’t one to be bossed around, I decided, approaching it differently. I could not allow her to be uncomfortable or cold –she could get sick and Jesus, there were a good variety of sickness a human could contract which –no, just…no.

 

“Please, Rosa, put it on,” I breathed, leaning closer to stroke her cheek. Those blue eyes flickered shut, but she grabbed the jacket and I smirked in triumph. Silently, I watched her roll the sleeves up, pleased that she would have my scent masking hers…Yeah, I thought, she was going to receive the majority of my clothing sooner or later. 

 

“Drive,” she commanded in a feeble mumble and I flashed a grin before reversing and driving away. The silence however, began to eat away at me…

 

“I’m sorry you know,” it was sincere; I regretted ever having anything to do with Hailey.

 

When she didn’t reply, I felt like slamming my head into the steering wheel. I didn’t, but hell, I wanted too. The ride was an achingly long one, the hush taunting me as I watched Rosa from my peripheral vision. Her hands, I noticed, were constantly in motion.

 

Mercifully, we reached her house and I exited the car, heading for her door when it opened suddenly. I’d have to be quicker next time.

 

Starting toward the front door, I snatched the spare key from under the welcome mat, unlocking the door and holding it open for her. Head down, she walked in, peering at me through thick lashes and guarded eyes.

 

“How did you know where to find the key?”

 

“Lucky guess,” I lied lamely. It wasn’t like I was going to tell her I’d seen her enter the house that way yesterday. Yeah, not a chance in hell.

 

She shook her head, keeping her eyes on me as I closed the door, locking each lock determinedly.

 

“You didn’t have to lock them all…” she mumbled, but I only shrugged in response. The safer, the better, I thought, perhaps a new motto. She started up the staircase and I followed, entering her room close behind. Lavender assaulted by senses as I stared, famine for her surging through me. Selfish bastard I was.

 

“Here,” she said, shrugging out of my jacket. To keep from stopping her, I gritted my teeth, instead grabbing it back to put it on her dresser and lean on her mattress. Discreetly I made sure my scent was embedded in the material, a territorial act.

 

For a moment, she gazed at me, half-smiling and I quirked a brow.

 

“What?” It was husky, my body responding to her gaze.

 

 “Unbelievable,” she muttered before storming out and into the bathroom. Bemused the palm of my hands pressed into my eyes, and I listened hard, so hard I could hear the clothing slip from her skin and onto the ground. Merde. I pushed backwards, shutting my eyes to even out my breathing; control the hormones.

 

 By the time she came back into the room, her skin glistened, a beautiful flush spreading over her. Why the torture?

 

 Hastily, as to keep myself in line, I left the room, shutting the door firmly behind me. According to the wolf –to the Law, I was being denied. Most males took their female the first second the mating marks appeared, the instinct was almost impossible to refrain from carrying out, but I locked that part away –This was Rosa, a human. I couldn’t do that to her…But I could hurt myself. That was simple.

 

 Back inside the room I could hear fumbling until a minute later; Rosa opened the door for me, looking like a goddess. Her dirty blonde locks fell around her bare shoulders, dressing in a loose tank top, block joggers with socks to match. Her eyes had more life to them now and the relief swelled over me in rivers.

 

I was lucky as hell just to be looking at someone so stunning. And she was mine.

 

I went back inside, watching as she returned to her bed, groaning a little.

 

“You’re hurting.” The concern bled through my tone.

 

She smiled a little. “It’s just a headache…What, um, what happened?” I winced, reluctant to bring it up again.

 

“You just…shut down. Once…you went down –I don’t understand. What happened…?” I had to know what had hurt her, had to know it wasn’t Hailey –because the wolf was already plotting revenge. He wanted blood.

 

When her eyes dimmed, I grew uneasy, not wanting to demand answers since I could sense she was in a fragile state…I would be her strength. But how could I protect her if I didn’t know what I was against?

 

“I-I remembered…Um, it happens in dreams mostly,” she exhaled a slight shudder. “But today…Hailey said something…and it just set it off I guess.”

 

Again, Hailey. The little brat was asking for it…

 

The impulse to climb into the bed, to hold her and comfort her shot through me but not yet –she was too fragile.  She was already letting me in on something she probably told no one and I found immense pleasure in that.

 

“Does it happen often?” I asked instead. She nodded her head and well, what was I to say? When it seemed like she wouldn’t say anything else…she did.

 

“Darling,” she breathed shakily. “Hailey called me darling…He used to call me that too…His…darling.”

 

A growl ripped from my chest and I gritted my teeth, reminding myself that this wasn't something I could help...He wasn’t someone I could kill...Oh, but I craved his death more than almost anything.

 

 A long, impatient shrill interrupted my plotting thoughts, the sound coming from a phone on her dresser. She had a phone? Hmm...

 

 She grabbed it hastily and answered.

 

"Hello?" I could hear her sisters’ frantic voice on the other line.

 

 "Rosa! Where are you? Are you okay?" The worry in her voice pissed me off, even though I had no right. I still wanted them to know I'd die before I let anything happen to mine.  

 

Rosa winced running her hands through her straight hair.

 

"I'm fine Iris, I'm at home." There was a pause on the other line before Iris spoke again.

 

"Who took you home? Isaac's with me so...” Rosa glanced at me looking nervous and I forcefully smiled...Say it.

 

 "Bastien took me home."  Good girl.

 

 “Are you kiddin’ me? You let that fucker take you home! He’s the reason for all this; Jesus, Rosa! I’m coming home right now. And for his sake, you better hope he is gone before then.” Rosa winced, her eyes finding mine. My smile tightened as my irritation rose even though I knew everything Irish said was well deserved. I was, in fact, the reason for all this bullcrap.

 

 “Iris, don’t overreact, I’m perfectly fin –,” the line went dead. I glared out the window. Merde.

 

 “I guess you should leave before…Iris gets home,” Rosa mumbled, looking adorably sheepish. I smiled wickedly, kicking off my boots before carefully falling onto her bed, leaning against the wall as her eyes widened.

 

 As if I was going to leave her alone. She was mine to comfort, mine to stay with. All mine.

 

 “Nope, I’ll wait.” Her mouth fell open and I chuckled. Ah, she was even cute surprised. No surprise there.

 

 “And do what? I’m going to sleep.” I grinned. Nap time…with Rosa. My breathing spiked at the thought. It was very domestic.

 

 “Sweet dreams.” Shaking her head, she plopped down, hugging the blankets to her body.

 

 It was only a few minutes before her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. She was a silent sleeper, I noted, hoping she wouldn’t mind that I, unfortunately, was not. An affect of the nightmares…

 

Lying stiffly beside her, I traced the perfect features, just lightly going over her slightly parted lips. The love swelled up inside me and I tugged her closer, so her warmth could bleed into me.

 

 Soon, unconsciousness began to fuzz my reality as I too, fell asleep. For once, it was peaceful, the lavender scent warding off the nightmares…

 

A safe haven, that’s what Rosa Payne was. 

First Kiss (Rosa):

 

I was warm. Very warm. Uncomfortably warm. Groggily, I tried to shove the blankets away from me, but they wouldn’t budge. What?

 

Disoriented, my eyes flickered open, vision blurry as I blinked multiple times. More awake, I glanced down and my breathing stopped. There was an arm, a muscular arm with bulging biceps and smooth skin wrapped around my waist!

 

With a startled gasp, I realized Bastien was spooning me against his long body, his other arm at my spine.

 

Oh? 

Oh… 

Oh no!

 

What was I thinking, falling asleep with a guy I barely even knew? And oh God, why did it have to feel so achingly…right?

 

Asleep, Bastien’s features were etched to perfection, relaxed and easy as he hummed deep in his throat, clutching me closer as I gave another gasp. The hard, iron-like plains of him were pressed against every soft part of me…Oh.

 

I tried once again to slip from his grip, but I found, seconds later, it was impossible.

 

His arm flexed in response, holding me hostage. I’d always been a bit claustrophobic, but like that, I felt oddly sheltered. My will to move disappeared as I laid my head on his shoulder, basking in the peppermint, completely male, fragrance.

 

It took only minutes for sleep to find me again.

~~

“Roza?” The voice was deep, so calmingly deep…but authoritative in a way that I ‘mmm’d’, peering through heavy lids to have reality wreck through me. Bastien. Bastien was kneeling at my bedside.

 

Frantically, I shot up, clutching the covers to my chest in attempt to shield my horribly vulnerable state.

 

He glared, making me feel very stupid. He wasn’t some random captor, wasn’t Him– and he wouldn’t hurt me.

 

“Relax,” he muttered. “Your sister should be here soon.” Silently, I nodded before leaving the bed to patter off into the bathroom and collect myself. In the mirror, I decided I was decent looking enough, tying my hair back, brushing my teeth and splashing my heated face with cool water. There, I thought, much better, no more nerves or fluster.

 

When I returned to my room, Bastien was stretched out on the bed, a lazy grin on his face as he gazed openly–at me. Slightly amused, I noted his shoes matched now, and dangled over the side, nearly reaching the ground. Jeez, he’s massive.

 

And it was still unbelievable; the sight of someone so gorgeous on my bed…watching me.

 

“Is that your real name?” I wondered aloud. Surprise flittered over his features, brows lowering, though he didn’t miss a beat, answering nonetheless. He was going to be honest or so it seemed. He had secrets, much like my own–the dark ones locked up tightly in the back of my mind–but strangely, it only piqued my curiosity.

 

 “It’s Sebastien, but everyone goes by Bastien.” Sebastien. I liked that better. With a small smile, I tested it, Sebastien Lacriox…Hmm, Rosalina Lacriox…I winced, where did that come from? Ugh, marriage was…Oh God, why did I think that?!

 

You’re not getting married. Ever, my conscious hissed.

 

“And your real name?” I grimaced at him, though he was undeterred, flashing weirdly pointed, but pearly whites my way.

 

My cheeks lit, gaze falling to the floor. The fluster was back. “As if you don’t already know…” I mumbled, glancing back up to find him fighting another smile. Not quite succeeding, but almost.

 

“Rosalina, but I really prefer Rosa,” I told him when the silence became too awkward to stand. There, on my bed, he looked perfectly at ease, all the while I stood aimlessly, wondering what he deal was.

 

Before I even thought the words, I blurted, “Hailey was right you know.” He showed no reaction, though suddenly, his hazel eyes hardened, cold and impassive.

 

“About what?”

 

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, despising having to admit the pathetic truth. Not all –Just enough that Sebastien Lacriox would only ever see me as a used whore.

 

“I’m not worth the effort. I am used goods,” my voice is a whisper, nearly inaudible as I gaze at the floor, unable to stand the disgust that will surely be on his face.

 

But before I could understand what happened, my back was flattened on the wall, Sebastien hovered over me, holding me in place. One hand held both my wrists, my arms above my head; the other had my chin in an iron grasp, forcing me to meet his gaze.

 

His striking face was inches from mine, hazel eyes darker with a threatening fury, but below the surface, an indistinguishable emotion –smoldering had my breathing spike, body reacting with expectancy.

 

“Don’t,” he rasped between clenched teeth. “Don’t you ever say that.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

 

“I don’t get you,” I hissed, trying –without success–to pull free. He was too strong, so rousingly strong.

 

“What’s not to get?” Surely he knew…

 

Resentment shot through me, shattering my self-control. “Everything!” I nearly shouted. “You’re some hotshot jock who misses practice to take me home. Some hotshot jock that pays me more attention than the prettiest girl in school! I’m just some mental loser who has a past, people like me and you only happen in fairytales. People like me and you…we don’t work.” As I spoke, his expressions shifted, from confusion to objects and frustration until finally settling on wary amusement.

 

Slowly, his fingers released their hold on my chin to run over the curve of my eyebrows. Something hot and needy pooled in my belly, the touch sending shivers up my spine.

 

“You look perfect to me,” he breathed, accent sharper. My heart sped, those long supple fingers began to trace over my features, starting at my eyes–which automatically flickered shut despite the whirlwind of emotions –over my nose and along my cheekbones until just barely…they ran along my lips.

 

Anticipation fluttered deep inside my chest–fear lurking below it. I hadn’t been kissed since…Him. And suddenly, I craved it, the feel of his sure, full lips against mine. Craved to be proven not everything in life was dark and hopeless.

 

I wanted him to make me forget it all.

 

“Kiss me,” I sighed. “Please.” His hand curved along my cheek, skin blazing and rough as he leant forward a fraction. His lips loomed, breath warm on my parted lips…Yet he didn’t pursue, giving me the chance to change my mind. In that moment, lost to the sensation, it was not even an option.

 

“Tell me. Tell me you want it too,” his voice was a hoarse command. Isn’t it obvious…?

 

“Sebastien,” I heard myself say, willpower in shreds. “I need you to kiss me.”

 

There was a fierce growl and I prepared for a hard kiss…Sort of wanted it, but his lips brushed mine gently. Oh God. The world faded out in that second, but then he was pulling away. No!

 

I whined, thrusting my breasts and firmly attaching his mouth to mine. In response, his teeth nipped at my lower lip until I sighed low in my throat, surrendering to him. The hand at my wrists feel to my hip and yanked me up against the hard muscles of his body. With a gasp, I pressed impossibly closer. Moremoremore. His mouth tasted of peppermints, so sweet my head began to swim with it, my hands clung to his shirt as I kissed him eagerly.

 

The hand at my hip began to trace my spine and I moaned–a ridiculously needy sound–about to –

 

“Get your paws off my sister!” I ignored the interruption, stroking his tongue with mine. begging. No, my body screamed in protest. Touch me more.

 

Sebastien paused, pulling away so that I opened my eyes and nearly went into cardiac arrest. In the doorway stood my sister, blanched with anger, and Isaac, wide-eyed, looking as if he’d tasted something foul.

 

Prying my hands from his shirt, Sebastien took a step away. I blushed from head to toe at my audience. This was…bad.

 

“How dare you take advantage of my sister!” Wide-eyed, I shook my head, still fuzzy with Sebastien. What was she even talking about…? Oh yeah…the kiss.

 

“Iris please, stop it!” I muttered sheepishly. “Would you believe me if I told you he was performing CPR?” Isaac shook his head, stifling a smile. I couldn’t find the humor though, not when I wasn’t…Iris’ shout distracted me.

 

“You think this is a game, Rosalina Bray Payne? Oh wait ‘til mom finds out! We’ll both be dead!” At this point, I really did not care to think about my mother!

 

I sighed, realizing Iris wouldn’t let up until he was gone. “I’ll see you at school?” I asked him quietly.

 

“Tomorrow,” he muttered, eyes warm as he brushed past my sister and Isaac, both of whom shuffled backwards, jaws to the floor. Somehow him disregarding them pleased me. Why?

 

Below, the front door clicked shut and I let out a breath, perching on my bed. Way to go Rosa.

 

“Are you seriously going to snitch?” I doubted it. Iris would most likely want to avoid another family feud.

Iris shook her head in disgust, stomping into her room and slamming the door shut behind her. Ouch. I sighed again, feeling guilty as I fell backwards on my mattress, my head still spinning. Isaac, who remained silent at the doorway was nearly forgotten, but I forced myself to get up, grab his hand (barely noticing my discomfort) and tow him inside.

 

 “So, you and…Bastien Lacriox?” He looked like he was going to choke before he broke out into a laughing fit. Glad to know someone is entertained. I grumbled unintelligibly.

 

“And what is funny about that?” He looked at me, one brow arched as if to say isn’t-it-obvious.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” I bit my lip.  

 

“We’re not a thing Isaac. He just won’t leave me alone,” I lied, knowing I was more than a little infatuated. 

 

“Really?” he muttered skeptically. “Didn’t look like it with your tongue down his throat.” I groaned, internally begging Isaac to drop it.

 

Of course he continued to stare in that expectant way, breaking down my defenses until I finally caved.

 

“Fine.” I said sharply. “I like him a little, so what? And what’s up with you and Jason?” His eyes dimmed in that disturbing way. Mentally, I slapped myself.

 

Why am I such a bitch?

 

“Nothing…Nothing is going on and it never will. He like disappeared and now I just have all these...these girls all over me. I even think that captain of the soccer team’s gonna talk to me tomorrow,” he muttered.

 

My head tilted, interest sparked by the blush on his cheeks. “What’s his name?”

 

 "Asher but he goes by Ash."

 

“Ash,” I breathed, clutching my chest. “Oh Ash!” He stuck his tongue out.

 

"All right, all right. Let me get Iris to take you home," I told him, leaving the room with a heavy weight in my chest.

***

 

Later that night, I clutched Sebastien’s jacket close, inhaling that intoxicating scent. It was safe, even in the darkness. It protected me. In ways I hadn’t thought possible.

 

I wished, harder than ever before, that it was his arms, bands of muscle, trapping me… I wanted him, for as long as I was allowed…

 

Forever? a small, hopeful voice wondered. 

Driving Lessons (Bastien):

 

“Sebastien!” With a vicious snarl, I slammed awake, whirling out of bed to wrap my fingers around the throat of the intruder. But instantly, I registered the familiar face –my mother –who was now screaming bloody murder. Fuck me.

 

Breathing deeply, I released my hold, shoving my hand through my sweat soaked hair, rolling my tense shoulders.

 

Night terrors. The prick was killing me, and he was already dead. Had been for ages now.

 

My mother stared at me with wide, fearful bloodshot eyes. Instinctively, I stepped forward to cup her heated cheek. Jesus, what now? She sniffed, tears streaking her cheeks. All I could do until she calmed was murmur reassurances in French.

 

“Qu’est-ce quine va pas?” I dared to ask, stilling when her hand brushed stray hair from my line of vision. I blinked, asking again, “What’s wrong?”

 

“It’s Aimee,” she sobbed. My blood froze. “S-She’s gone! And I don’t know where she’s gone…I’m so worried.” Forcefully, I smiled, guiding her to my sofa to sit her down. As I paced, there was the disgustingly familiar stinging at my chest –I didn’t have to look down to know the gashes were there. Hoped my mother hadn’t noticed them.

 

“Maman. I’m sure she’s well. I–I’ll find her.” She nodded shortly, ominously pale. Pressing my lips to her hair, I went into the bathroom, cursing as I shuffled around, brushing my teeth. Returning to the room, I was grateful to find it empty as I inspected the gashes, realizing they were deeper, and more gruesome.

 

How I managed to claw myself every fucking time I had that nightmare was beyond me. Shaking it off, I showered, carrying clothes in a bag before shifting in the yard, shooting away –towards mine.

 

The force of staying away crushed my willpower, made it impossible to stop myself as I shifted, pulling on the jeans I’d carried and climbing effortlessly up the slopping tree. I could see inside. She was asleep…It isn’t close enough. Quietly as possible, I tugged the metal-cover from the window, stilling when she tossed.

 

Thankfully, she remained asleep, heartbeat steady as I slipped through the window. Inside, I inhaled deeply, the scent raging through me like wildfire. Mine.

 

It was cold though. Inside, it was disturbingly cold. I wasn’t comfortable with that. Not at all. Christ why is it so damned cold?! As I started towards the closet, in search of another coverlet, she winced, curling up. Ah damn.

 

In a trance, I stared. Her slim arms were wrapped around my jacket. Yes! Smirking, I knelt, brushing the blonde strands of hair away from her face. “Je t'aime le mien bien-aimée,” I love you mine beloved, I breathed, bittersweet.

 

She would never know the depth of that love– that absolute faithful adoration. Couldn’t. And though I understood that, she was only human, it was a powerless, foreign pain.

 

Mine, I thought impulsively. She was mine. Nothing could alter such a fate.

 

As the temperature rose, I smiled, satisfied as I sauntered around the space, combining my scent with hers. Should’ve brought more clothing. But that would be a mistake –she would know I was there, she wasn’t clueless.

 

In farewell, I brushed a kiss to her brow, sighing –yeah, damn pathetic– when her palms flung out, flattening over my chest. Electricity imploded deep in my bones. Control, I reminded myself, shutting my eyes, gritting my teeth and retreating.

 

Back outside, I made sure there was no evidence of my visit then let myself fall. With a soft, inaudible thump, I landed on the pads of my feet, tracing my sister’s scent through the forests. It wasn’t easy. Tracking was not my strong point, but hours later, around two in the afternoon, I found her –all the damned way in Utah.

 

The thick forests were dangerous for a small Omega female; there were thousands of males prowling the states. Males that would not hesitate to take advantage of her frail state. Oh Aims, you idiot.

 

In a lake, she paddled. Though she wouldn’t be visible to humans, she was more than clear to me. A growl ripped from my chest and I cursed myself, cover blown. Wiping her head around, her eyes locked on mine and she made a run for it.

 

I was faster though and tackled her before she made it ten feet. Rolling through the leaves, she fought me, but I held my ground over her, absorbing each bite, claw, kick, motionless. Eventually, maybe an hour later, she grew exhausted, growling furiously.

‘What the hell were you thinkin’ Aimee?’

 

She bared her canines. ‘That I could live a normal life, Bastien. That’s all I ever wanted!’

 

Fury–deep and feral–threatened to consume me. I’d defended her from him! I’d raised her for years! I’d given my all for her! And still, it wasn’t enough –the girl, mine sister loathed me.

 

‘Just go home,’ I barked. ‘And I mean it. You don’t, I will find you. Think of maman the next time you decide to run off and leave her sick with worry.’

 

She stilled, black eyes gleamed before she blinked, shoving me away. This time, I allowed it.

 

‘I wish you’d never been born!” It should not have hurt by now…yet, it did. The pressure in my chest built.

 

‘Don’t we all?’

 

Her eyes glinted. ‘Fathern especially…Don’t act like you don’t remember, like he doesn’t stay with you in those worthless nightmares. That you don’t wake up screaming and clawing at your own black heart.’

 

The pressure skyrocketed, threatening to crush my ribs. But I had been through this with Aimee before. She was aware of my weak point…She knew what nerve to strike.

 

‘I get it, Aimee. Dieu, I’m a useless male and you can’t stand me. No need to bring him into it, trust me, he’s already here.’ Inside me.

 

‘Burn in hell with him then, fucker.’ She ran, instead leaving me to burn with him in the forests of Utah. I swallowed a shout at the sudden memory.

 

“You’ll burn with me in hell, one day, little bastard.” Except I never had. Not with him. Of course he’d always anticipated I’d die first.

 

Practice, I thought numbly. Starting home, I kept a steady pace. There weren’t any thoughts, not really.

 

Later, at home, my mother rushed forward. I smiled softly. “She’s fine. Home, now I’m sure.” Unexpected her face dropped and I brightened my voice. “Practice starts in a few so…” Anything to avoid that convo. Walking away, I showered again, packing my duffle about to leave.

 

“Sebastien,” my mother’s voice was gentle behind me. I froze, not turning to answer.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Don’t worry about Aimee, please. She’ll come around.” The weight doubled, making it nearly impossible to breathe now, fuzzy edging my vision.

 

“No, maman,” I croaked, shaking my head, fighting the deadweight. “She won’t. And it’s nothing different. Even you hate me sometimes…”

 

I exited then, jogging to the car and reversing so sharply that my tires squealed. I didn’t care, not that I’d spoken wrongfully, it was the truth. I was hated by many, and I dealt with it the way I did everything else.

 

Fathern hates us, the adolescent in my wolf was shrieking irritably. For being born. Mother hates us for making her leave France. Aimee…Aimee well, just does. Laden’s pack wants me dead –‘cause Fathern, the success, and this pack is repulsed by a vicious Alpha who supposedly ‘murdered’ his own kin. Hell, even I hated myself, for being fucked in the head.

 

But I could handle the hate from my father, from my mother, from Aimee and all the damned packs in the world…What I couldn’t handle was hate from Rosa.

 

And I couldn’t even hope she wouldn’t come to hate me too.

~~

“Let’s go ladies!”
    “Faster! Watch offense!”
    “GOD DAMN IT, LACRIOX! Get your head out your ass!”

 

The coach’s shouts sounded far away, but I exerted no more energy–sure if I did, it would be far too much for the humans. Still, I made the touchdown, but there was no triumph to it, not four hours of work and only one touchdown.

 

There was sympathizing pats from the teammates that figured my game was off due to the break with Hailey, but in reality, she was the last person on my mind. In fact, Rosa was the only person on my mind.

 

With a frustrated curse, I showered, dressed and quickly jogged to my car. Jason had missed practice today, and I hadn’t seen him since the day he’d told me about leaving. I knew he’d gone with the other pack, just like the Alpha had told him too.

 

Shaking out my damp hair, I got into the car, racing towards Rosa’s house.

 

Missing school to find my uncaring sister when I could’ve been with my mate was the most idiotic decision I’d ever made. There was never enough time with the girl –she was so achingly human. And I always found myself missing her, more than healthy.

 

At this point, I had to see her, to reassure myself of her safety then maybe I could manage to sleep tonight. I rolled my eyes at that.

 

In minutes I reached my destination. Man, I love this car. Parking in the same, vacant drive, I trekked to Rosa’s, ringing the doorbell. I realized I probably looked like the lovesick idiot I admittedly was.

 

After a minute, Iris answered the door, her face going from surprise to suspicion. “What do you want?”

 

My jaw worked. Don’t hurt the twin, my wolf reminded. Since when is he the responsible one?

 

“Where’s Rosalina?” She narrowed her eyes at me, and I glared back levelly, testing her to test me. Seconds passed until she cracked, stepping back, grumbling under her breath.

 

Whatever. “She’s in her room, somewhere you shouldn’t…” I was already up the stairs, ignoring ever other word that followed.

 

Not bothering to knock, I opened the door and found Rosa on her bed, her arms hugging her legs to her chest. Relief, so strong, washed over me and the pressure instantly dissipated into nothingness and my throat tightened in gratitude. Mine, mine, all mine, my wolf boasted.

 

Imbécile. I shut him out quickly, inhaling –My vision flashed red. Zach. The sickening stench contaminated my senses. Before I realized what I was doing, I shut the door and stalked forward, my instincts blared, I had to mask his scent, to fucking obliterate it.

 

Her blue, blue eyes were wide as she watched, completely still despite the speed of her heart.

 

“You had lunch with him today, didn’t you?” I demanded –recalling that she’d denied sitting with me that first time. But she sat with that fuckin’ prick. As I reached the bedside, her face blanched –she knew she’d been caught. The guilt in those eyes nearly destroyed me. “Do you like him?” The accusation in my tone was sharp. I couldn’t stop it.

 

She jerked back, as if I’d hit her, and my wolf growled in defense, torn between protecting her and marking her.

 

Reaching out, I gripped her hips, tugging her so that she was standing on the mattress, still shorter than me. Mmm, mine. I hovered.

 

Zach, Zach, fucking Zach! It was driving me insane, smelling him rather than the lavender fragrance. It was unacceptable.

 

Suddenly, she giggled–a lovely sound, though I was too furious to remain fascinated by it–instead, I glared, skimming her throat with my nose, breathing over her skin. Mine.

 

“What is funny?” It was rough, a demand.

 

“You.” Me? Surprised by that, I backed off, searching her eyes, trying to gauge her thoughts.

She took pity on me. “You’re jealous…Of Zach.” My eyebrows furrowed, but then she grinned and it lit her face.

 

Ah, my beautiful mate. I couldn’t help but grin back.

 

“Just stay away from him,” I was practically begging. That fucker wanted her. She wasn’t his, hell no, but he was physically attracted to her despite the scent –more so, he wanted revenge. But it was so not going to happen.

 

“Why?” Now, she sounded petulant. Why is this such a big fucking deal?

 

“He wants what is mine,” I snapped before I could even think the words. She swallowed and I realized I might’ve pushed too hard. Damn it.

 

“He’s really not as bad as you’re putting him out to be, Bastien,” she said. Not that bad? If only she knew. If only she knew what existed–what monsters were out there, what monster was right in front of her–in love with her.

 

For a moment, I mused over how she might take that. I’d have to tell her some time. I refused to leave her in the dark.

 

Well, worse things have happened, the wolf said, annoyingly optimistic.

 

“Rosa…” I warned. Just because I wasn’t murderous didn’t mean I was budging on this. She wrenched away from me, crossing her arms and gaze unwavering.

 

“Don’t Rosa me. What has he done to make you hate him so much?” I was shocked by that tone. Nobody spoke to me that way–except Aimee. Tried to kill me. Wouldn’t that be a buzz kill?

 

 “Nothing.” She rolled her eyes, plunking down on the mattress so that I had to look do at her. As I watched her, desire lit my veins and my erection thickened.

 

“Why weren’t you in school?” Had she missed me? The prospect sent a thrill through me. Not good. I rubbed at my eyes, so she couldn’t see the change in color. My wolf always wanted out around her and I never seemed to pay enough attention, hence the lapse in control.

 

Just like that kiss…Fuck, that kiss. I played it out in my head, Rosa’s sweet mouth and soft lips against mine, her sounds…and she’d begged –so submissive.

 

Enough. With all the focus I possessed, I put the defense back to together, so quickly Rosa would never figure I was on the verge of becoming a giant wolf. How comforting. Not.

 

I tried to answer truthfully. “My sister, she misses France, has not…fit into life here. Often, she tries to…run away.” When I opened my eyes, I was sure they weren’t black. Rosa tilted her head, eyes curious as she stared.

 

“Tell me…about your sister.” I nodded, leaning on the opposite wall, unseeing as I answered. The self-loathing boiled deep inside me.

 

“Aimee is…Aimee,” I began, memories of childhood assaulting me. “She looks a lot like our mother. Darker hair though with blue eyes, beautiful and petite, like you. But she acts more like my father.” Ironic, really. “She’s very proud. She knows what she wants in life…I suppose I act more like maman in that sense. It’s easier to just swallow my pride to get what I want,” I blinked. “I don’t really know what I want though…” Besides you.

 

Rosa listened quietly, looking too interested in the trivial information. Before she could ask about my parents, I asked, “Your parents?” It was better she knew little as possible about that part of my life.

 

In response, she smiled a little, eyes so intent I thought she saw right through me. “Well, Mom…she’s very serious. I think that’s my fault…Actually, I know it is. We don’t talk much anymore...No, it’s too hard, all she ever talks about is –,” she stopped, smiling a terribly sad smile. “Dad, he’s more outgoing. I look like him, I think. Blue eyed blonde hair.” Silently, I agreed.

 

“Are your parent’s home?” She blinked, eyebrows furrowing.

 

“No…They’re at work. Why?” I grinned, holding my hand out to help her out of bed.  She stared at my hand, gaze darting to my face.

 

“Come.” I beckoned with my fingers, needing the contact. Fingers trembling, she put her hands in mine and instantly, I curled my hand around hers, gently pulling her up and off the bed. As she stood, I grinned, breath-ridden as I dragged her towards the door.

 

“Where’re we going?” I ignored the question, grabbing me –her jacket from atop the dresser and walked out of the room.

 

Below was still, empty, a blessing I didn’t have to deal with Iris again. Once I saw my car, down the street, I made up my mind. Once Rosa was in the passenger side, I shut the door behind her, joining in the drivers and pulling out.

 

I attempted to drive slowly–for her sake–but damn I’d never taken advantage of my cars speed, second fastest to my Wolf. But, after two blocks, I gave into the impulse, speeding up and discreetly laughing when she gasped. This was nothing.

 

Fifteen minutes later, I stopped in a deserted lot, one I knew well from hanging around Jason in. In park, I stepped out, letting the engine run. Rosa followed, surveying the place in confusion.

 

“What are we doing in a vacant lot?” I smiled evilly, twirling the keys in my hand and leaning on the car.

 

“You’ve taken your driver’s test right?” Please tell me you know something. She nodded before her expression turned to that of horror –eyes going wide and mouth forming a perfect O.

 

“No! I am not driving! I can’t drive. I could kill us both!” Oh please.

 

“No, you won’t, kitten. You’ll be fine,” I murmured seriously, I would never allow her any type of harm.

 

She bit her bottom lip, bringing my –already too distracted–attention there. Frantically, she looked around, searching for some way of escape no doubt, but finding nothing.

 

I rolled my eyes.

 

“I am not driving, Sebastien,” she said firmly. For the first time, I noticed the way my name sounded on her lips. It did strange things to my body, and my heart sped.

 

I was hopeless for this girl. Perhaps I could persuade her. It wouldn’t be hard, not when she was already considering it; her feelings, if I was correct, wanton and defiant.

 

I found motivation. Approaching bit by bit, I grabbed her arm, bringing our bodies close. “Now,” I said. “Why won’t you drive for me?” Her breathing hitched, though I kept my distant. Our gazes, pleading blue and curious hazel, locked. I held back a smirk. She was already so close to giving in.

 

“Because, I-I freeze up,” she answered, breaking her gaze. Well, that’s a bit of setback ain’t it? I blinked, unable to recall what I was trying to gain –besides her trust.

 

Closing the distance, I pressed against her soft body, shuddering at the feel. Resting my cheek at her temple, I breathed a chuckle, relishing in her answering shiver. Channeling the sensations, I whispered, “Trust me.”

 

You don’t deserve the privilege, my Wolf snarled.

 

She shook her head. I was undeterred. Intertwining our fingers, I ran my lips down her face, lingering on her scar and humming. She’s so…so soft.

 

“S-Stop that!” I shook my head, unaware of anything but her. As I planted a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth, the sparks began to crackle, but with the last of my reason, I pulled away, careful never to kiss her. No, that’d be bad…Not good.

 

“This isn’t fair…” I kissed her forehead next, wrapping my free arm around her waist, my erection at her lower belly. Damn it, I hated my bodies’ reaction –I needed to focus!

 

So much for handling this like an adult.

 

“Sebastien, kiss me.” It wasn’t a question; Rosa wasn’t the type to ask. I pulled away so that my gaze burned into her bright, wide eyes.

 

A kiss for a drive.

 

“Drive for me then.” She blushed prettily, but nodded. In triumph, the wolf howled and I immediately crushed my lips to hers. Deepening it, I traced her bottom lip until she gave in with a sigh. Her slim arms wrapped around my shoulders, urging me closer and I grunted in defeat.

 

We did have a purpose, unless you plan on fucking her right here. My wolf snapped and I laughed at him, a throaty sound. Unhooking her arms, I ran my tongue over those lips again, memorizing her taste before I pulled away.

 

It took several seconds for her to open her eyes, which were clouded, dazed as I. “You promised,” I reminded her. She shook her head, but stumbled into the driver’s side. Good girl.

 

Giving her time to recover, I adjusted the seat, carefully instructed her, and then buckled her. No risks. She was nervous, even as she adjusted the rearview mirror and placed her hands on the wheel, taking a deep breath.

 

“All you have to do is drive forward and reverse. Nothing big. Then, I’ll take you back home.” She nodded once. “Now hurry up, you only have an hour or so before your parents return.” She glared, shushing me before taking three more deep breaths.

 

And finally, after what seemed like forever, Rosa switched gears and pressed lightly on the gas. A car designed for speed, we instantly jerked forward, and she instantly slammed on the brakes.

 

“Careful,” I murmured softly. “Give it another try.” She nodded.

 

The next time, we went forward smoother, stopping just before the curb. She looked to me for approval and I nodded. Switching gears…she took us backwards, flawlessly too.

 

In park, she jumped out and I followed, bemused and bothered by the tears in her eyes. Speechless, I watched her struggle against them.

 

“Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m just really…surprised. I’m not supposed to be able to do that…I freeze up.” Moving forward, I cupped her face so that our gazes met. She really was surprised.

 

“You didn’t freeze, Roza,” I murmured with pride. She smiled a little.

 

“You made it alright…” My heart soared–fucking spread its wings and took off –at those small, sincere words.

 

I attached my lips to hers fervently, my hands running through the silk of her hair, holding her there. Mine. She responded with the same force, arms coming around my shoulders, arching her back, flush against me. I groaned low in the back of my throat, moving my hands from her hair to just above her ass so her breasts were flush against my chest. Mine. Not close enough. My arms slithered around her waist, lifting her easily against my erection and leaning her into the car.

 

She gave a small, beautiful sound as I flexed forward. Oh Christ. Her breathing came in pants, eyes shutting me out. “Open your eyes,” I commanded into her lips. Mine. Instantly, she obeyed and –stop.

 

I stilled, squeezing my own eyes shut, not breaking the kiss. Fuck, I wanted her. To just tear those clothes from her body and take her, mark her up and make her smell like me from the inside out.  Mon Dieu.

 

“What are you doing to me?” Her voice was lower as her lips found my jaw. I growled.

 

“I should be asking you that.” My hips flexed, the pleasure spiking through my body.

 

“You know,” she breathed shakily. “I think I’ll learn French sometime.” I laughed huskily.

 

Times up, lover boy, the Wolf was grudging. Poor bastard.

 

“Time to get you home,” I muttered. She hummed, face at my throat, breathing heavy–needy. She was letting her guard down…trusting me.

 

Finally! I smirked, in awe of the realization. Reluctantly, I eased her from me, setting her down on her feet. She didn’t meet my eyes, embarrassed I figured as I opened the passenger side and shut it without pressing.  

 

Minutes later, thanks very much to my speed, we made it too her house. I walked her to the door, disappointed to be leaving without her. It felt wrong –fucked up. Mine, mine, mine I made up a tune in my head, but even so, I still had to leave her behind now.

 

Life was a big, fat bowl of blessing and curses. At the door, she looked up from her lashes, a secretive smile on her lips as she unlocked the door. “Thank you,” she stretched up on her tiptoes, boldly kissing me in a sweet, chaste way.

 

I rolled my eyes, grabbing her hand and kissing the tips of her fingers. More! My wolf loved the attention, but I just smiled, releasing her slowly and turning away.

 

“Goodnight, babe,” I called over my shoulder, hearing her stumbling footsteps as she rushed inside the house. Once I made sure the surroundings were safe, I began to hum that tune, min-e, min-e, oh mineee.

 

If you love her so much, claim her. I deserve it, the wolf grumbled, close to the surface.

 

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.” Then promptly raised the volume. Nothing could possibly ruin the mood Rosa had given me. The complete bliss.

 

Min-e, min-e, oh minee.

 

 

Falling...Falling... (Rosa):

Once I stepped foot through my front door, the shock rolled over me in a tsunami. Every piece of my being urged me to run back outside, to run until strong arms enveloped me in a warm, peppermint scented embrace. But I couldn’t –the fear of rejection, of the unknown holding me immobile, even as I watched, through the shades, as his car sped away.

 

Should’ve run…I wish I had.

 

God, he was…mind-boggling. Anything a girl could’ve asked for and more…but I wasn’t so oblivious to the haunted, cold depths in his eyes whenever he spoke of his family. It was a look I was far too familiar with…But he’s perfect! What could possibly be wrong in his life?

 

You, that locked away self-hatred sprung forward.

 

Gritting my teeth, I shook my head, forcing another direction of thoughts.

 

I wasn’t so naïve to believe that this –whatever we had –would last. My chest ached, heart stalling at the thought, because Sebastien Lacriox was the only person I’d ever felt like myself around…I felt like Rosalina –not some cold, detached fragment of her. His smile let me breathe easier and his sweetly controlling attitude made me really smile. He was odd that way. I’d never seen a guy so livid before, especially not because I’d spoken to another…guy.

 

It was a primal sort of protective. At the realization, I smiled, wondering how he’d respond if I told him he was like my own personal watch dog. Something told me not so badly at all.

 

“He’s it then?” Startled, I whipped around to face my sister, whose eyes were wide with realization.

 

“What?”

 

“The one.” With all the grace of a ballerina, she sat at the bottom step, arching an eyebrow as I glanced away, my hands wringing.

 

“I don’t think so,” I choked. Why does that have to be so true?

 

Iris placed her face in her hands. “The boy is head over heels for you Rosa,” she told, smiling softly. Not even a little.  I smiled watery in return.

 

“It would never work…He’s too good to be true.” So, so good.

 

“Never say never.”

 

Suddenly, car doors slammed out front. I waved, taking two steps at a time upstairs until I was in my bedroom. In the darkness, I pulled on flannel pajamas, snatching his jacket and hugging it closer to me. It still smelt like him. In bed, I shivered and the low, muffled sobs began to rock my body.

 

Why am I crying? Oh right, Sebastien isn’t for me.

 

~~

The next morning, I pulled my messy hair back in a sloppy bun, my eyes puffed and bloodshot. I’m a mess.

 

Frustrated with my appearance, I pulled a baggy sweater over my tank-tops, shimmying into jeans and noting that I felt…detached. Again.

 

At school, I met up with Isaac, dressed in a black shirt and jeans –girls still watched him curiously.

 

“Hi.” I plopped on a cafeteria set. He followed, sitting beside me with a wide smile. I forced myself to smile in return. “So, Ash wants to take me out tomorrow.” Happiness for my best friend warmed me.

 

“He must be cute,” I mumbled half-heartedly. Nobody looked as good as…my friend? I didn’t even know what to call him anymore. Friendship was too vague. “Very. Brown, unruly hair and pretty brown eyes. Tall, slight.” A soccer player.

 

Peripherally, I sighted Zach sauntering into the cafeteria, heading straight our way. Inwardly, I groaned. Why me?

 

“Sup Rosy,” he leaned in, much to close for comfort. Shifting away, I waved lamely. “Isaac! My man.”

 

“Zach,” Isaac greeted coolly. “Rosa’s feeling a bit faint right now, so…” Hmm…Isaac, an unexpected savior.

 

I nodded a little, eyes low to exaggerate my sickness, hoping to drive him away. Such a wasted hope.

 

Instead of leaving, Zach sat on my other side, hands over my shoulders, rubbing too roughly. Wrong, this is so wrong. I fidgeted away. With a taunting smile, he took his hands back and a boy I hadn’t noticed sat beside him. Zach seemed to notice my strayed attention.

 

“Oh yeah, Rosy, Isaac, this is Jeremy.” Jeremy was grin as he nodded to us. The expression made him unattractive, despite the nice brown hair and forest green eyes. Smile.

 

“Hi,” I mumbled, which was more than I could say for Isaac who smiled in a painful looking way. Once the usually annoying bell rang, relief swelled over me, even as Zach walked me to my class, making futile conversation –blah, blah, blah. I didn’t pay attention, just nodded here and there.

 

At the door, he grinned. “See you when the bell rings, Rosy.”

 

Ugh. I smiled –almost certainly much like Isaac had– dismayed by the nick name. I am not Rosy, dang it.

 

In class, I couldn’t keep track of the lesson, gazing unseeingly at the desk as Isaac scribbled down the notes. Having a best friend that was a know-it-all wasn’t all that bad, but also, it didn’t really matter, that was just a bonus, Isaac was generally caring and funny like a ball of fuzzy energy –impossible to dislike.

'

Just before dismissal, he passed me a note.

 

How does Bastien feel bout Zach stalking your every move? ^.^ My heart leaped at his name. I was…saddened to abruptly end to our friendship. But it has to be this way…

 

There just wasn’t anything for us.

 

It doesn’t matter…I wrote angrily. He read it, shaking his head.

 

No offense Rosa, but are you guys a package or what?

 

It’s not like that. We’re not…anything. I shoved it back at him. It didn’t feel like nothing though.

 

Again, when you guys were all over each other, didn’t look like nothin’…

 

I grimaced. It was a few kisses Isaac, nothing more.

 

His eyebrows shot up, towards his hairline. A few?! I thought it was ONE!

 

Busted.

 

Sheepishly, I crumpled the note as the teacher passed our row, shoving it into my backpack before he could comment. Seconds later, the bell rang and I sighed. Zach would be waiting.

 

Perhaps Bastien was right. Zach isn’t best to associate with.

 

Unmoving, I didn’t glance at Isaac, who stayed in place as well…but, I really couldn’t be tardy.

 

“We’re gonna be late if we don’t start walking now,” I muttered, breaking the silence. With a knowing smile, he held up his hand, between two fingers were two green tardy passes.

 

“How did you get those?” His eyes clouded. A very good sign, I think.

 

“Ash wanted me to skip with him,” he blushed. “But I don’t really wanna get in trouble or something. I mean, I like him well enough, but I don’t…yeah, well I figure you need some time away from Zach the Stalker.” I smiled warmly, patting his hand –touching him was becoming almost comfortable…As everything with Isaac was.

 

“I do,” I told him sincerely. “Thank you.” So much.

 

He grinned then, “so…a few kisses!” My cheeks lit. A few, deliciously hot kisses, yep.

 

“Erm…Yes. He let me uh, drive his care,” I hedged, aiming for a topic-change. It worked.

 

“Drive? What was he thinking! You could’ve been hurt.” I winced away from that. He sounded so much like…Mom. The lack of confidence, especially from him, hurt.

 

I’m not incompetent…I…am…NOT. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?” I snapped and he gave me an apologetic smile.

 

The tardy bell rang, and after another five minutes, I figured Zach was gone. Isaac gathered my books for me, guiding me towards French.

 

“Have fun,” he sang in farewell, laughing. The best jerk in the world.

 

 I smiled sourly, but entered the class. Immediately, I felt his gaze, and goose bumps broke over my skin at the heat. I ignored it, handing my slip to Ms. Dev, who looked strangely disapproving. Oh well.

 

Stumbling into my seat, I couldn’t help but glace at him. And as always he looked striking, hair pulled away from his face, in all black, dark jeans hugging his hard thighs.

 

Don’t talk to him Rosa, don’t…

 

“Why don’t you cut your hair?” I blurted. It was impossible to ignore him. He smiled crookedly.

 

“I have to cut it, I know, but…I just can’t bring myself to do it,” he murmured lowly beneath the teacher’s lecture. No!

 

“No, don’t cut it!” My cheeks flamed. “I mean you can, if you want to…but…” He leaned closer, his hand covering my completely. My breathing came shallowly. What he does to me –incredible…embarrassing!

 

“I won’t cut it.” Sheepish, I dropped my eyes, looking at the hand over mine, long fingers tapping at my wrist. First thing I noticed the tattoo. It overtook his entire hand, starting that the wrist and continuing to his fingertips, ectopic and interesting in black ink. It reminded me of tribal, but as I looked closer, it was shaped more of a…dog? No, a wolf.

 

Hmm.

 

“What’s it mean?” Hesitant I tugged it closer, tracing the patterns in awe. He wiggled his fingers playfully and I dropped the hands, scoffing –stifling a smile still.

 

“It’s a secret. Confidential information.” I stiffened at the sudden proximity. His lips at my ear, making me shiver as his hands clasped mine once more.

 

“I can keep a secret,” I breathed, licking hastily at my lips. He hummed.

 

“Can you? How do I know I can trust you, Rosalina?” It was the first time I’d heard him say my full name, it was such an exotic sound coming from him. Oh my…God. How does nobody notice his absolute intensity?

 

“You asked me to trust you yesterday,” I replied breathlessly, leaning into him. “Now, it’s your turn.”

 

“Point well made,” he murmured. “It’s actually a promise.” What promise? To whom?

 

My head whirled in his direction. I didn’t expect him to be so close, but oh was he. Our lips connected for a short second and I gasped, energy pounding through my veins. Oh yes.

 

Cursing, he ripped away. Startled, I watched him, realizing he was staring at Mrs. Dev, who stared at me, her dark eyes wide. Oh no. She stalked toward us, stopping before the desk, hands at his supple hips.

 

“Outside, the both of you. Now.” Sebastien stood silently, standing straight and so very intimidating. As the two stared, I chewed on my lip, nervous and slightly scared. Suddenly, he brushed stiffly by Mrs. Dev, storming out of the classroom. She glared at me and I stumbled out of the classroom, avoiding the prying eyes of my classmates.

 

As soon as I stepped foot out, I was tugged away from the door and shuffled to the lockers. Sebastien’s hand on either side of my head as his body came into contact with mine, all hard, lean muscle. My eyes fell shut, the world slipped away as I became aware of the hard length of his erection at my hip. Oh.

 

“You know,” he hummed into my throat. “It’s very unfair of you to seduce me.” I grinned at that. “Who’s seducing whom here?” As I spoke, he started kissing my neck, running the tip of his tongue lightly down my throat. Oh…

 

“Definitely you,” he murmured. “Always you.” Lost to sensation, I rose onto my tiptoes, my arms going around his shoulders, pleased when he bent forward.

 

Our noses touch as I smiled, brushing our lips softly.

 

“So, you were saying, a promise?” He chuckled, a hoarse, sexy sound.

 

“It’s a commitment of sorts.” And abruptly, he pivoted, so his back was to the lockers. Asking permission with my eyes, I placed at hand over his sharp cheek, surprised at the temperature. He was blazing –on fire.

 

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked, concerned.

 

His eyebrows furrowed. “I’m fine.”

 

“Oh…” I muttered. “Who has hazel eyes?”

 

He blinked. “Who in your family has hazel eyes I mean.” At that, his eyes darkened, taking on a disturbing, haunted gleam.

 

“My father,” he answered flatly.

 

His father upsets him? Why?

 

I was about to ask when his hand curled around my ponytail, bringing me closer, until his lips claimed mine. I sighed, closing my eyes, instantly losing sense of anything else.

 

“If only you knew…” he trailed, hand tugging harder so that my face tilted up and his tongue tangled with mine as I clung to him. My heartbeat became erratic as I stroked his bottom lip –like he’d done to me–exhilarated by his answering groan.

 

And then he was gone, steps away, staring, completely unaffected. As I caught my breath, the door clicked open and Mrs. Dev stepped out, eyes narrowed slits.

 

As if she knew what had just happened.  At the completely invasive idea, I shivered. In her hands were two textbooks and booklets, she pushed them into Sebastien’s arms, turning her black gaze to me.

 

“After class, I would like to speak with the both of you,” she shot a rather deflated look at Sebastien before returning to me. “I’ll be checking in, so don’t try anyzzing.” I flushed, but nodded.

 

In seconds, she faced Sebastien, speeding through words in their native tongue.  As she spoke, he laughed in a soft, cold way before retorting in the same tongue. I’d never heard him use that tone, the silkiness in his voice had vanished, replaced by a hostility that froze my blood. The emotion was at ease; an emotion that blazed in his dark eyes. Oh no.

 

The teacher’s lips were a thin line, face pale as she stormed away without another reply. Weird.

In silence, Sebastien gripped my limp hand, sliding down to the floor against the locker with the books in his other hand.

 

“What did she say?” Please, tell me.

 

He shrugged. “Nothing important...” voice a monotone, promptly ending the conversation. He began to write in his elegant script.

 

As I opened my book, I wondered how the mood could shift so abruptly.

 

I wondered how I’d managed to become so infatuated with someone completely erroneous for me. 

~~

Once class was dismissed, Mrs. Dev began to lecture the both of us on the wrongs of Public Display of Affection. As we exited the class, I was blushing from head to toe, but Sebastien was gallingly unreadable. Without a word, I headed for the cafeteria, but he gripped my arm, appearing oddly…unsure of himself.

 

“What. You’re talking to me again?”

 

His eyes softened a little as he loosened his grip. “You’re mad…”

 

I scoffed. “And why would you think that?”

 

His eyebrows furrowed. “What did I do?” I grimaced. Him ignoring me, shutting me out, was just another aching reminder that we couldn’t work.

 

“Nothing, Bastien…Absolutely nothing. Just…this…whatever we are, it’s done.” His eyes narrowed as I tried to yank myself from his hold. The tears were blurring my vision. I couldn’t allow him to witness that –me, so helpless. Not again.

 

Why does this hurt so much?

 

“Nothing is done,” he disagreed calmly. “Just tell me what I did wrong, Rosa.”

 

I shut my eyes, fighting the tears with a growing rage. There was no way to fix myself!

 

“Sebastien, please,” I breathed raggedly. Three seconds passed. Three, short seconds before I was being towed towards the parking lot. Desperately, I struggled…but it didn’t take long for me to realize he wasn’t budging.

 

He was both tenacious and strong, it was pointless to fight.

 

Finally, at his stupid extravagant car, he released me, opening the passenger side in the same movement.

 

“Are you hungry?”

 

I glowered, shaking my head no.

 

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” He sighed, running his hand through his hair before stalking forward. In response, I backed away until I was flattened on the car. When he closed the space, his lips brushed my forehead and I sighed, aware of his tactics.

 

“You use this against me,” I muttered, trying to untangle my hands from his hair. How did they even get there?

 

“Use what?”

 

“This bizarre attraction! You know I can’t deny you,” I cried, tugging him closer so that our lips meant in a rough kiss. Desire pooled in my belly, sharp and breathtaking as our tongues entwined.

 

He’s such a…So hot.

 

“If it’s the only way you’ll behave…” he muttered between kisses. Furiously, I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, shivering as he groaned low in his throat.

 

He broke away abruptly. “Your abusive tendencies continue to wound me.” Determined to remain unmoved, I shook my head, entered the car and slammed the door shut behind me. Effectively sulking.

 

He’s the one with abusive tendencies… But I’m no better, am I?

 

Dang it, he always won!

 

In the driver’s side, he took a flyaway strand of my hair between two long fingers and I flinched away, despising my reaction. In response, he leaned his head on the headrest, growling.

 

“Rosa. What did I do to make you angry?” And suddenly I could hold it in anymore.

 

“You gave me the cold shoulder! I’m sorry, was I meant to be left in the dark here? Because last time I checked, trust worked both ways! Two people. And I asked you to give me something, a simple question…but you completely shut me out. Doesn’t it matter? Don’t I?” because you matter to me…so much its scary.

 

Silence. Then he laughed, actually cackled, the sound a deep and harsh decibel. It hurt.

 

I gritted my teeth, blinking wildly against the tears that threatened to spill over.

 

“Rosalina, really…I wasn’t intentionally ignoring you. Tell me you realize that?” I didn’t trust myself to speak and when I didn’t answer, he sighed. “Baby, I want you in every possible way…every time you even look at me it drives me so close to the edge…Dieu, you mean much more to me than I to you.”

 

“What did she say then?” From the corner of my eyes, I saw him glance at me, the irritation in those blazing eyes.

 

“She said that one more disturbance and she would report to the alp–principle.” I chewed on my lips going over the response, certain there was more too it. He wasn’t giving the entire truth.

 

Sighing in defeat, I murmured, “Where are we going then?”

 

He snorted. “Like I’d really give it away.”

 

I sniffed, strictly staring out the window until he turned the radio on. The song –unfamiliar to me –was some sort of…pop.

 

I couldn’t help but ask, “What is this?” This time, his answer was clear-cut.

 

“Usher. It’s bad, or something along those lines.” Ah, that explained why I didn’t recognize it. I wasn’t fond of music about love sickness or ruined relationships and heartache. It always had a way of making me feel at an all-time-low.

 

“This is pure heartache,” I muttered, distaste heavy in my tone. He lifted a brow.

 

“Alright, let’s hear what you’ve got then,” he challenged. I smiled a little and began to run through the stations until I found the one I was looking for –rock. Once again, the song playing was unknown to me…and the male vocalist was singing about… “You stupid girl, you're gonna be the death of me…” I flushed sheepishly.

 

“Hmm…” At that, I blushed tomato red, but managed to change the station back to Usher–only to find a different tune.

 

I looked at him expectantly. “And this song is?”

 

He shrugged. “Not sure. I’m not used to this music; I’ve only just discovered Usher.”

 

I grinned, my anger evaporating as the ride went on. I began to go through the stations again until I reached the only other station I could stand. Country was enjoyable. I’d grown up with a lot of the classic rock and country and from thirteen up until sixteen; I’d had a thing for Tim McGraw.

 

“You can’t be serious.” I looked up at Sebastien who was staring at me in disbelief. “You like this cra –stuff?” I bit my lip shyly, raising the volume. I knew this song by heart –‘I need you’. It made me speculate who I really needed most in my life and involuntarily I glanced at the man beside me.

 

You don’t need him!

Stop it.

 

“I do,” I told him in a small voice.

 

“This is just ridiculous. Only I would find a girl out of the whole world, who likes country,” he whined, and I winced, smile fading as the shame whirled along my insides…

 

He noticed –as always –and his eyes softened. “Stop that,” he said before breaking out into a singing fit. Unable to help myself, I laughed as he sang –the words horribly wrong–in a loud, booming voice.

 

Terrible, terrible singer, I thought fondly, but oddly comforting…and sweet.

 

“I need you; like a lighthouse needs a coast, like the father and a son need the Holy Ghost…I need you…” I sung quietly underneath Faith Hill and through the verses, he remained silent. As if he could somehow hear me.

 

And suddenly, I knew it wasn’t just lyrics anymore…It was a confession. I needed him. I’d given him a place in my heart…A place I could never have back, I realized, my heart sinking.

 

“I need you,” his voice was soft and mesmerizing as his gaze caught mine…and I couldn’t help it, a laugh blossomed my lips, a giddy high settling over me. He smiled sheepishly.

 

“I really, hope you don’t tell anyone I just sang country,” he mumbled, lowering the volume, staring straight ahead.

I grinned. Oh my! He’s actually embarrassed.

 

“Well, depends,” I teased. “What will happen if I happen to slip up…?”

 

“Oh, you don’t wanna know,” he smirked, looking considerably smugger. I rolled my eyes, but let it go, testing the weight of these sudden, intense emotions.

 

Staring out the window, I watched as the surroundings became unfamiliar, as the buildings and homes disappeared to give a better, awe-worthy view of Colorado’s mountains. We exited the town soon and all that surrounded us was trees.

 

After about an hour or so, we finally came to a stop, still bound by thick forests, but I noted that we had stopped at the beginning of a trail. He got out and I opened my door before he could.

 

He frowned, but didn’t comment as we walked side-by-side on the trail. “Where are we now?” I broke the silence.

 

“Roosevelt National Forest,” he answered matter-of-factly. “But that doesn’t matter. I wanted to show you something…”

 

I nodded slowly. He started off the trail and I followed, allowing him to guide me with quick “carefuls” and “loose rocks, this way…”

 

By the time we reached our destination, it was about four, but the trip was worth it. Oh, my God…It’s so lovely. With a gasp, my eyes landed on the creek.

 

It was beautiful with harsh waters rushing passed unmoving boulders and the trees becoming an outline as the sun –which would be setting soon–shone brightly.

 

I saw my reflection there, in the shallow water and thought –knew that I belonged nowhere near such splendor…yet there I was anyway.

 

With Sebastien.

 

Slowly, I pivoted and my breathing stopped. He was smiling widely, hazel eyes lighter and gleaming with such…adoration that my resolve shattered in a million, pitiful pieces. It was…life-altering.

 

The world stopped spinning.

The air froze.

My heart faltered…

And I was in love. So hopelessly in love.

 

I was free; a little girl again with no worries or doubts or cares…Just in love. Laughing I speed at him, my arms flinging around his shoulders as he fell backwards. My head rested on his chest as we laid there, watching for I don’t know how long until the sun began to fall.

 

For the first time in so many years, I was perfectly at peace, floating so high only he could reach me. 

Love Suicide (Bastien):

I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. The assertion was on the tip of my tongue. As I struggled against them, I watched her. I watched her from where she stood, wide-eyed, mouth a perfect O, ignorant to the place I recognized as my bittersweet disaster. And the memories returned, but only in flashes, never consuming the sanity left to me…And Rosa was what kept it that way. Rosa was my reason.

 

From a youngling age, I’d wished someone would save me from my father’s grips. Save me from suffocating when that grip had been the noose around my throat...Rosalina Payne was who I had awaited all these cold, long years for…

 

A love unborn; my one and only. Mine.

 

I grinned once she turned to face me, blue eyes wide and sparkling in a way that had my heart pounding at my ribcage in reprisal. She ran towards me, laughing –her laugh is even beautiful –and I fell purposely so that she was spread over my body, lips at my collarbone and head tucked underneath my chin.

 

Her scent drifted through my body and my head spun with it. The nightmares were nowhere to be found in that moment…The awareness seeped into my mind, poisoning it. If he’s vanished from my mind…then he’s tormenting another.

 

“Open your eyes,” her whisper was a caress along my every sense. I forced my eyes open. Panic’s sharp claws churched deep in my chest. Fuck, fuck why wasn’t he…? Where was he now?

 

You’re fucking insane, the wolf snarled far away, as I sunk in the depths of her blue eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed, forming a little V and I tried to pull a smile, but my panic only hitched.

 

“Hey…What’s wrong?” He’s not here!

 

My jaw worked as I fisted her hair lightly, bringing her closer so I could bury my face in the slope of her slender neck, the scent of lavender cleansing me–the growing panic began to dissipate.  

 

Still, I didn’t hear a strong, cruel accent driving me closer…closer to the insanity I aimed to crush.

 

Minutes later, my breathing returned to normal and I pulled away, running my hands down her sides. It was quiet for a long while, no sounds other than nature and our mingled breathing.

 

As the sun began its departure, I held her by the waist, longing to keep her with me…and knowing I could not. It was agonizing. I hummed before blinking rapidly, my vision enhanced with the darkness.

 

 

“Gotta get you home,” I said to myself more than her. In response, Rosa lifted her head, eyes a heartbreaking sort of sad, even as she nodded and rose unsteadily to her feet. I sighed contentedly at the sight of her–dirty blonde hair loose, brushing just below her breasts. I tried to keep my attention from the creamy swells, but my eyes wouldn’t cooperate, drinking in the small globes, creamy skin just barely visible in her grey top.

 

Shaking myself, I swiftly rose; grabbing ahold of her hands and leading her in the direction we had come, the darkness improving my vision twenty times.

 

“How do you know we’re going the right way?” she wondered. God –she always seemed to ask the wrong questions.

 

“I have very good nocturnal vision. Can see the trail,” I lied flatly. I’ll tell her soon, I promised, even as the strange fear crept through into my system. The wolf became aware of the likelihood of her running for the hills.

 

The nightmares would be unbearable then…My mate, the one and only, would loathe me.

Just the thought hurt worse–contracting around my lungs cruelly –than every beating I’d received from my father….So much fucking worse.

 

She interrupted my masochistic thoughts. “But we weren’t even on the trail…” Inwardly, I groaned. And she called me perceptive–this girl noticed everything.

 

“Then I guess we’ll both get lost,” I snapped, the stress overwhelming me. Rosa looked up at me with kittenish fury –blue depths a tempest. I gritted my teeth against an apology.

 

“I can’t tolerate liars.” My shoulders tensed, but I ignored that, leading the way until we reached my car. Once we were on the road, it was a quarter to eight.

 

Rosa remained silent–and it drove me mad until I could not handle.

 

With a sighs, I spoke, “I’m sorry for snapping at you…I just have a lot on my mind right now.” So much she could never understand. Telling her I was a Lycan, telling my mother and the pack I’d somehow managed to go against law and mate a human, tracking the unfamiliar wolf scent from her home…Get Zach–that asshole–away from mine.

 

“I’m not mad, Bastien.” Getting answer from Rosalina was like pulling teeth. Though it was slightly easier to figure when she was lying, a little vbetween her eyebrows, the way she called me Bastien…

 

“Then what is wrong, Roza?”

 

“Nothing,” she mumbled to quickly –another fucking lie.

 

“You’re ruining me,” I groaned, shutting my eyes. Suddenly, my senses shifted and I stepped on the gas. It was there again, that same blaring alerts–another presence, maybe two miles, the presence of another Lycanthrope. It wasn’t a strong, but there was a darker undertone…The scent repelled, but also called to my wolf like siren–too easy to trace. And I would’ve tracked it, were it not for the instinct to protect my mate with mine own eyes.

 

I suppressed a menacing snarl, but sped up a bit more, careful not to go over a hundred. The line between not wanting harm to come to Rosa and wanting to protect her was far, far too thin.

 

Throughout the ride, I kept my senses high, keeping track of the potential threat, but the closer we got to town, the further the presence strayed until it was completely disconnected from my mental-radar.

 

My wolf roared. Don’t take that risk –protect ours. And I would.

 

Upon entering the town, the silence began to drive me insane. “Do you usually skip lunch?” I had been bothered by this the entire day. I couldn’t tolerate her risking her health.

 

She sighed. “Sometimes. I don’t have much of an appetite…especially lately.”

 

My eyes flickered shut, pained. “Because of me.”

 

“No! No,” she said, voice urgent but oddly soothing all the same. “I just…I haven’t ever had much of an appetite to begin with. Besides, I don’t see you eating all that much.”

 

I laughed at that. I didn’t need to really keep up on food. Lycans could survive on one meal per week; the strongest of us could even tolerate a month, though I gathered it wouldn’t be the most comfortable of bearings.

 

“Food is important. I eat all the time.” It wasn’t a lie; I hunted at night before I went to visit her. I enjoyed the thrill of the kill…the chase. It was in Lycan nature.

 

“Are you…questioning my eating-habits?” I risked a glance at her, clenching my teeth against a grin. She was still very angry.

 

“I am,” I confirmed, indifferent. “You’re very slim.”

 

Her eyes softened and I finally let myself smile a little. “And that’s not your fault…”

 

Quickly, I diverted my gaze, emotion obstructing my airways. Denial–it crossed my mind, because it was always my fault….That she believed otherwise confused me. How to respond, I wondered, with the truth…I really didn’t want to ruin this with my past.

 

Nothing. Just say nothing the wolf commanded. I breathed a sigh of relief…Nothing never sounded quite so ideal.

 

Ten minutes later, I pulled onto the curb, killing the engine. It was still then, and slowly I looked over at the female beside me to find her eyes on me.  Her lips were parted, but she said nothing, seemingly at a loss for words, much like me. The electricity flickered to life between us, the air sparking…except Rosa unbuckled and scrambled out of the car, slamming the door behind her before I could even think to protest.

 

Damn it.

 

Without a pause, I followed her out, catching up easily. She looked over at me and jumped, gasping as I held my hands up in surrender. Hadn’t she caught the car doors?

 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

 

I grinned with false optimism.  “To meet the in laws, where else?” At that, her face paled in a horrified mask. But the porch lit up and I smiled widely as Rosa stomped towards the already opening doors.

 

“Where have you been, young lady? And who is that?!” Her mothers’ irritated shout made my temples throb, but I pushed my hand out as I closed the space, pasting a polite smile on my lips. The older radiated disapproval, but I hardly noticed. She took my hand in a hard grip –one she didn’t seem capable of–then quickly released me with a skewed smile.

 

“Sebastian, Mrs. Payne,” How fitting for a woman who, in all aspects of my life, was a pain. Just to rub it in a bit, I added, “It’s nice to finally be introduced. Rosa has told me so much.”

 

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Rosa’s flushed face, eyes narrowing and jaw working.

 

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, God Seb, don’t you fucking laugh! I continued to chant, my mouth twitching despite my efforts.

 

“Indeed?” Ouch, Mother In Law already hates me. Just my luck. I coughed, stifling a chuckle.  Suddenly, another male, presence sharp and authoritative stepped out, a wide smile on his lips.

 

Finally, someone who might actually like me out of the trio we’d formed.

 

“Son, I don’t believe we’ve met. You a friend of my little girl?” I despised the term friend. Mine, mine, mine. Tell them, I willed Rosa with my eyes, tell them you’re mine.

 

However, I kept my mouth shut, aware that it wouldn’t be appropriate to inform the young girl’s parents that she belonged to me. Not to mention Rosa’s inevitable abhorrence to being termed as an object…though to me, it was an expression of worship.

 

“Dad, um, this is Bastien.” So I was Bastien again.

 

With a nod, I took his hand in a firm grip.

 

“Pleasure. Please, come in.” He opened the door wider, towing his narrow-eyed wife in with him. Rosa walked through first, her steps practically stomps ahead of mine.

 

When her father gestured for me to sit, I did so, but grudgingly. I wasn’t comfortable with the look of Rosa alone.

 

“So where did you take my girl tonight, Bastien?”

 

“We were studying, sir,” I lied smoothly. Rosa gaped and inwardly I winced, hoping the expression would go unnoticed.

 

“Studying what?” Dieu, this entire family was unbelievably…inquisitive, or meddlesome. Well, this is their daughter; they ought to have the right.

 

“French, actually. We have French together and well…you see, Rosa has been really struggling,” I goaded, smiling at her.

 

“Is that right?” In question, her father glanced at Rosa, who frowned as blue blaze met blue mellow.

 

“It’s French two. I’ve only had Spanish,” she muttered defensively.

 

“Sir?” I asked, instantly relieved when his attention was on me instead of Rosa who breathed an obvious sigh of relief. She was feeling better and with that, so was I. “Would it be alright if I studied with Rosa a while longer? Her French is that terrible.” Which it was. I glanced at Rosa–who, for once, looked quite like her mother–eyes narrowed, mouth pursed.

 

“I’m sure an hour longer would be fine, right honey?” Her mother looked reluctant, but nonetheless nodded.

 

Slyly, I smiled before gesturing for Rosa to proceed to her bedroom, which she did in stomping footsteps. When she opened her door and closed it in my face, I cursed.

 

“Let the punishment fit the crime,” I recited. But that went both ways.

 

***

Marilyn Payne’s POV:

 

Marilyn Payne watched her daughter ascend the stairs, the young Alpha trailing her –the same Alpha that had been kicked from Laden’s pack in France for the murder of a young Omega. Always a watchful mother, Mari wanted him out of her home before she called on Luis and demanded he be rerouted.

 

She had lost her daughter once before and was not about to again, especially when she was just getting her back. Her mate and husband, Marcus, had another mindset.  

 

“Sweetheart, I love it when you’re angry, just not with me,” he murmured, please-don’t-be-mad written on his face. She only glared.

 

“Why would you allow him into our home? Around our daughter?” she whisper-shouted, aware that the wolf above could hear. Marcus sighed.

 

“You allow Iris to be with Josh,” he pointed stubbornly. Why, she wondered. Why were all Alpha’s so damned tenacious?

 

She clenched her jaw. Iris and Josh were an entire different matter. Josh was an Omega, whom hadn’t mated Iris and who would not be forever. Iris wasn’t even aware of what her boyfriend was…what her parents were.

 

“Do not bring Joshua into this! He is an Omega, who can’t mate a half-breed. Lacriox, being an Alpha, can! I want him nowhere near my daughter. S-She can’t handle that,” Mari breathed, the anger ousted my exhaustion. Marcus was already there, supporting her and lifting her bridal-style to carry her to the sofa, where she huddled in his warm lap, head resting on his shoulder.

 

“You know it’s too late, Mari. Can’t you see it? The way he watches her, protects her. It’s already begun,” he paused, running his fingers through her hair in that soothing manner. “Rosa is stronger than she looks, Marilyn…She has to be.” The blood drained from her face. She loved her husband like no other, had from the very beginning, Alpha or not, she would’ve always been his.

 

But this was Rosalina, her daughter, her little girl…How could she be so sure of herself?

 

“H-How can you be okay with him as an heir? How can you be okay with any of this?” Marcus opened his mouth to reply but she continued. “Rosa is so…fragile…ever since…”

 

“Mari, stop. Rosa will know what she wants soon enough. We will have to wait and see how honorable the Alpha is concerning her decision. And don’t go off to Luis and tell him to reroute.” Mari glared as he kept on. “If Lacriox is Rosalina’s choice, than my heir he will be. It’s not easy for me to let this happen…but I will not ruin her chances of happiness. Haven’t you seen it? Haven’t you noticed how much happier she is since they met? Don’t lie.”

 

She sighed. How could she? He read her thoughts most of the time anyway.

 

“I’ll not make any promises. She is my daughter and I will not see her hurt again.” She shut her eyes against that ache in her chest. “I can’t lose another baby, Marcus…I can’t take that risk.” Despair saturated her heart whenever she saw her other baby girl on the faces of her two equals…Her lost baby.

 

“Nor can I, Mari. But this is Rosalina’s choice…” his voice was a deep, broken whisper.

 

For the first time, in a long time, the two were finally in accord.

 

 

 

Secrets (Rosa):

 

 

Fuming, I slammed my bedroom door in Sebastien’s face, emotions a fierce storm within. It wasn’t even seconds later that the door opened –I wanted to fight him–I wanted to kiss him.

 

God, I didn’t know, I just wanted to do something.

 

Love does this too a girl, I thought with an unladylike snort, sullenly plunking onto my bed (having already kicked off my shoes –which regrettably were too far to retrieve and throw without Sebastien preventing me first). I hated that I was aware of his eyes on my body; that my heart sped with anticipation.

 

“You, Rosalina Payne, are a mystifying creature,” his voice was soft –cold. Inwardly, I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut –I confused myself as well, but I wasn’t about to say that.

 

“Why?” I whispered.

 

He laughed without humor.

 

“You’re…unlike the others. Frustrating and fascinating and intriguing…There aren’t enough adjectives to even begin to describe you…You want the truth, yet you never give it. How do you expect that to possibly work? You want me to open myself up without the same from you? Hypocrite,” he muttered, shoving his tattooed hand through his hair.

 

I bit into my bottom lip, absorbing his words and realizing–despising the fact that it was all true. It was wrong, I was…but it was…terrifying, bearing myself that way. I feared, with every molecule of my being, that if I dared speak of Him…He’d come back.

 

But…the haunted glint in Sebastien’s eyes when I brought up his father told me it was just as hard for him…

 

Oh God…Swallowing passed the lump in my throat, I stood and shuffled over to him. Lacing our fingers, I sighed, finding so much strength in his firm hold as I towed him over to my bed, pushing lightly at his chest until with a complaint hum, he sat.

 

Satisfied, I went over to the door, locking it and switching the lights off. I couldn’t do this…not with the sight of the disgust on his face when I –Oh God…No.

 

Needing the comfort, I cuddled up beside him, inhaling the fresh scent of peppermints.

 

“W-When I was fifteen…I was everything I’d hope to be,” I began quietly. “Netty used to tease me about it, being a perfectionist and the likes…With the perfect boyfriend, captain of the cheer team, excellent grades…Just everything.” He remained still, so I forced myself to continue. “I-I remember I used to tease her too…because she was quiet. A reserved girl who took comfort in the isolation…She was so smart and lovely…but a lot of people thought she was weird…God, she wasn’t…Not Netty…She was the best of the triplets."

 

The time that seemed so long ago was a crystal clear memory in my head. I could see Netty, dressed in all back with her cropped blonde hair. Back then I’d worn my cheer outfits, the same blue and white with flawless makeup and my hair mussed back at the crown of my head.

 

Quickly, I shoved the images away and forced myself to continue. “It was just a stupid bet…” I breathed, squeezing my eyes tighter. “Talk to the creepiest stranger around.”

 

All my fault. Should’ve been me. The tears began to slide soundlessly down my cheeks, my lips trembling and my lungs working to breathe evenly. It was her last day…Oh God. “S-School had just been released and the streets were clearing out…Only a few students lingered and Iris was at s-swimming practice…She was so…good at swimming…But she doesn’t s-swim anymore…But something…in the shadows had caught my eye and I looked over my shoulder and…I s-saw Him.” The monster–my nightmare.

 

“He was just standing there–by the trees so I couldn’t make him out but…I pointed. I pointed…and said, ‘Him, go talk to that one,’…At first, she refused to….but I goaded until she finally walked over to Him. I could see how scared she was…but I still made her go anyway…”

 

Sebastien was still beside me…I didn’t dare glance at him as the rest of the horror story fell passed my lips.

 

“I watched her cross over to Him and begin talking, pointing at me as I waved…Then, she left. She looked so scared and pale…I’d been excited to know how it went, hopeful she’d made like a friend…but I was wrong. When she reached me again, she couldn’t even form coherent sentences. She said…he would meet us again…soon.”

 

Sebastien growled menacingly but I shook my head. “T-The worst part…She insisted I uphold my part and I…I talked to a guy with multi-colored hair and piercings and tattoos…And he was perfectly decent…So, there you have it, I screwed up our lives and ruined my entire family.” I hadn’t realized I was sobbing until Sebastien encircled my waist, pulling me into his lap.

 

As I cried, he stroked my face and my back, murmuring sweet-nothings until I was clinging to him–my lone protector.

 

“Please. Don’t cry…” his voice was a hoarse plea and I couldn’t help the disbelieving laugh that rose in my throat.

 

“W-Why do you sound s-so upset?”

 

He shook his head–a dark look clouding his features. “You think I enjoy watching you cry…Being helpless to help the hurt?”

 

I shrugged. “It’s my fault…I-If I could just go back and let it be me instead of Serenity…” His hold tightened, his masculine scent easing the pressure in my chest. “I wouldn’t mind dying…There’s honorable ways to go…I-I attempted the coward way out once…Suicide…”

 

“No,” his voice was hard, but pain bled through. “Dieu. Don’t ever try that again, Rosalina. Never…” There was an eerie pause before in a calm, cold tone, “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking destroy him…Just don’t –,”

 

“I won’t,” I interrupted hastily, snuggling deeper into the solid plains of his body. I couldn’t do that to my parents…to him.

 

“Sebastien?”

 

“Mmm…?”

 

“What…What are we?”

 

He stiffened and I immediately regretted having asked. “You are everything to me,” he vowed and my heart stuttered.

 

Silently, I rose, stretching and flickering the lights before my mother went into cardiac arrest. Then, I fell back into his lap, resting my head on his shoulder as he whispered to me in French. And though I didn’t understand, I was soothed nonetheless.

 

Suddenly, there was a sharp, knock, knock, knock and I scrambled out of Sebastien’s arms in time for my father to saunter in, his eyes cool and sharp.

 

“It’s not Moan Amee, Rosalina, its mon ami,” Sebastien said tiredly, as if he’d repeated that to me times before. He was a very good actor.

 

My father rolled his eyes and Sebastien stood up. “Well, I should go now. I’ve come to the conclusion that your daughter is hopeless, sir,” he murmured gravely to my father who grinned in amusement. I glared that the two.

 

“Goodnight, Bastien,” my father said as Sebastien walked out of the room. I watched him leave with my heart on my sleeve.

 

“French, huh?”

 

I looked over to see my dad was still in the room. Awkwardly, I shrugged and he smiled a wide, sharp-teethed smile. I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled on my lips.

 

“Dad…Don’t smile that way,” I told him between laughs.

 

His eyebrows scrunched. “Like what?” His confusion made me laugh harder.

 

“Like that!” I muttered. “It’s…creepy.”

 

He smiled wider before leaving the room, muttering about his smile. I shut the door behind him, shrugging out of my clothes and closing my eyes, too tired as I crawled into bed.

 

There, that familiar feeling crept through my insides, the feeling that told me I was being watched. Weakly, I lifted my head and peered out the window finding nothing but trees. To drained to get up again, my eyes drifted shut and I slipped into a deep, dark sleep.

 

Something screamed, here we go again. 

 

***

I was choking. My chest heaved as I gripped the light…but it was fading fast. I was dying.

 

I screamed awake, blinking crazily as my hands gripped the blankets, my face crammed in the material, inhaling the masculine smell of peppermints, allowing it to bring me back to reality.

 

The nightmares weren’t so terrible lately, tonight being the only exception. Dazed, I glanced at my alarm, finding it was only four in the morning. I sighed. For a while, I tried to fall asleep again, but at five, I was still awake.

 

Breathing a heavy sigh, I stumbled out of bed, pulling on socks and shorts. That’s when I noticed it.

 

With a gasp, I rushed into the bathroom, switching the lights on and squinted into the mirror. Eye’s wide, I gaped at what I saw in the reflection. Symbols. I’d seen these dark patterns before, butnot on my body. How long had they been there? I thought back a few weeks. They hadn’t been there, not then…but the past couple of weeks I’d been exhausted, I hadn’t glanced at my skin in the shower…

 

Oh…God. In attempt to make sense of it, I tugged my shirt up to find the patterns went up my hip and too my side, stopping before my left breast. With frantic fingers, I grabbed a towel and began to wipe at it, going vertical then horizontal…but nothing worked.

 

I took a deep breath. It couldn’t be the same thing as…Sebastien’s. Two people did not magically come up with identical tattoos….What had Sebastien said his meant? A commitment?

 

Running my fingers down the marks I felt for fresh swelling or irritation but found none. The skin was perfectly fine. It was as if the marks had been there my whole life.

 

Silently, I wondered how I was going to explain this to my parents (once they found out). There had to be a rational explanation, my conscious declared, pulling on her large glasses as I raked through the possibilities. There weren’t any.

 

Dreaming again–maybe I was dreaming. Yeah, that had to be it…If I went about everything the as always the marks would have to disappear. Figuring I might as well try, I turned the faucet on hot and striped. Inside the shower, I scrubbed the mark until my skin was pint and stinging though it did nothing to help. I moved onto my hair then returned to my bedroom, dressing in a thick, black sweater and black jeans, not bothering to touch my damp hair.

 

Downstairs, I followed Iris into the car, staring blankly out the window as she drove.

 

“You okay?” I nodded, raising the volume to cover my obnoxiously distraught thoughts. Iris shook her head without comment and I was suddenly grateful to her patient, understanding personality.

 

Once in the courtyard, I sat at an empty table, the same one from the second day of school. Just like that day, I watched the jocks table where I thought Bastien sat…but today, the table was empty. Somebody joined me at the table and startled, I looked up to see Isaac’s face clouded with concern. I flinched.

 

“What’s wrong?” I shook my head, but yanked my shirt up to reveal the marks. Isaac’s eyes were round as saucers, his mouth a perfect O.

 

“When did you get that!”

 

“Isaac, I –,” but he wouldn’t allow me to finish.

 

“Holy hell, Rosa, your parents are going to freak!”

 

“Isaac –,”

 

“What is it anyway? Who did it for you? Aren’t you under age?” Oh for the love of…

 

“Isaac!” I hissed and finally, there was silence. “I did not get a tattoo. I have no idea what this is!”

 

His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re…joking.”

 

I put my face in my hands, releasing the shirt with a moan. “No! There are three different patterns and symbols running down my body and I would joke with you?”

 

His hand landed on my shoulder and I was glad to have the sweater over my skin. I didn’t think I could handle skin contact right now.

 

“Oh damn.”

 

I tensed, glancing up at Isaac who was staring off. “What.”

 

“Robert is staring again,” he muttered, sounding uncomfortable as I felt. I twisted to follow his gaze. Robert was staring at me…a hard glint in his eyes. I shivered, disgusted by the smile he flashed.

 

“Let’s get to class. Please,” I squeaked. Isaac smiled gently before walking me through the courtyard –I barely noticed.

 

I was going to be sick. 

A Wolf's Confession (Bastien):

Possessively, I watched my mate stumble across the courtyard with the boy at her side. All the while, I listened to Robert’s every move intently. I was so concentrated that his heartbeat thudded in my ears and I winched, wavering my concentration to rid the ringing in my ears. Damn. It.

 

I glared murderously, locking gazes with the Omega until that cocky smirk faded and as expected, he broke the contact first. Coward.

 

One down, one more to go. The problem with Zach: his ability to disappear. But, eventually, when he didn’t expect it, I would get him. And soon.

 

Trailing Rosa, I caught up quickly, grabbing her arms just as she went to turn into class. Startled, she twisted around and unease panged at me. She looked…haunted. Anger surged forth, fierce as the instinct to protect. In attempt to figure out what was wrong, to gauge her thoughts, I searched those deep eyes…but the answers weren’t mine to find.

 

After a second, I swallowed. “Hi.” What is wrong?  Unconsciously, I leaned into the wall, absorbing her reaction: the little stiffen of her shoulders, the unsure shake of her head. She bit into her bottom lip and wordlessly tugged out of my hold and escaping into the classroom.

 

She’s running, the wolf hissed as I cursed in French. For a moment, I stayed in that spot, feeling like an utter idiot. Running my hands through my irritatingly lengthy hair, I stalked into English, slouching low into my tight, too-small seat.

 

My fingers tapped impatiently. I did not have the will to watch her run. As I stared, I barely noticed Hailey entered the class; light brown hair mussed back, makeup caked onto her smiling face.

 

Unappealing.

 

Inwardly, I realized that Rosa did not wear makeup…In fact, she did not need any. My eyes shut and I sighed, only seeing her. I wanted –yearned to know her; wanderlust. She was beyond all words; mine.

 

“Baby…” Hailey’s breath was hot on my ear and I flinched, unwilling to open my eyes.

 

“’m not in the mood for you, Hailey.” I could practically see her pout despite my shut eyes.

 

“Why’re you being so mean?!”

 

Now, I opened my eyes, glaring. “You should’ve been a blonde,” I muttered, facing the front of the class. Mercifully, for her shake, she sat in her seat, which unfortunately was located right beside me.

 

The little girl probably didn’t deserve my fury, at least not all of it anyway…Then again, she had wronged mine and that was an unforgivable act in the lycanthrope world.

 

She’s lucky I didn’t kill her when I had the chance, the wolf snarled. I ignored him the best I could, wishing, just once, I could be alone with my thoughts.

 

The next half hour passed slowly until it was time to choose partners for some assignment I’d paid no attention too. There was the smell of roses as Hailey scooted closer beside me.

 

The girl really had no self-preservation.

 

“Find a new partner,” I murmured calmly, though the edge in my voice was practically tangible.

 

“Seb, why won’t you speak to me? We’re together and you’re treating me like some…some slut! I thought you loved –liked me!” she squeaked.

 

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. Frustration and tiredness animated through me as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

 

What was it Hailey had wanted me for again? Money, sex and publicity. But I could not fault her for her motives; love was the last thing either of us had been thinking about.

 

Then came Rosa, with all things lovely.

 

“It’s her isn’t it? God Sebastien you can’t seriously be thinking that whore is better than me!” I saw red, my fingers shaking as I pushed my canines back.

 

“Insult her again and will not hesitate to hurt you,” I warned through clenched teeth, “And get this through your brain, God knows there’s enough room to spare, we are nothing.  You are a brainless tawpie and it will do you good to leave the room before I remove you myself.  Let this be the last warning, if anything less than admissible compliments come from your mouth…” I didn’t care that the whole class was looking as I directed my black eyes to a wide eyed Hailey, “I will kill you.” 

 

I rose then, brushing past them all, ignoring my teachers shouts to return to class and walking into the boy’s restroom.  My eyes were completely black but I had expected nothing less.

 

I was damned tired of this school. Damned tired of following alpha orders. School was pointless for us, we never got to use our knowledge, expected to stay within the pack for the seven hundred years we lived.

 

Fucking ridiculous.

Washing my face, I blinked away the excess water, watching as my eyes flickered between hazel and black. It served as a reminder to who I was –who stared back at me in the mirror. I could recognize the dark, inky hair, the hazel eyes, the slight tan of my skin and the build of my body.

 

I was him and I was hideous. The image assaulted me and I tried to pull away, but it was too late. I was back with my father again, a youngling at twelve.

 

“Maman,” the word was nearly inaudible, though Maman glanced up, pale eyes tired and remorseful. Her hands never stopped their quick paced stitching. “Aimee is asleep.”

 

“Come,” she ordered in our tongue and wordlessly, I obeyed, trudging forward and sitting in front of her, watching the fireplaces high flames. It was strangely…painful to watch.

 

Maman began to caress my hair, her hands loving as she combed through it with her fingers. I smiled a little, unclenching my hands, soothed by the only compassion I had ever known.

 

“I love you hair,” she murmured and I flinched away from the words because it wasn’t my hair…it was his.

 

“For what reason? ‘Tis the very same as his,” I dared to breathe, my eyes never leaving the sire, even when her hands paused.

 

“Untrue.” The lie was still evident.

 

“Verily, Maman,” I turned to her. “What do you see when you look unto me?”

 

“Masculine beauty, my son, you shall be the most sought after Lycan in all of France,” she cooed, cupping my cheeks as they heated. How sad the actual truth is, I thought.

 

“How?” I demanded, a vicious anger –one I had never before felt–entering my blood stream. “How can you be so sure that I shan’t become his mirroring image?!” I did not close my eyes; they bored into my mother’s now dark ones. Mother Lycans were not only aggressive with their pups, but protective and the mixture was often dangerous to their pups.

 

And despite my sudden anger, the hit still stung. Blood flooded my mouth as I bite down on my tongue, holding back a wince as my teeth pierced the flesh.

 

“Say no such thing! You are unlike him. Unlike!” She sounded so sure, and I so badly wanted to believe her, to honor her faith.

 

But just then, he barged through the front doors, running the only love I had ever been allowed. His dark hair was greasy, his cravat missing and in his hand: a bottle of whiskey.

 

The distance did nothing to shade the stench of sweat and alcohol.

 

“SEBASTIEN!”

 

I smiled miserably to Maman, who went to stand, to defend me. It never worked; instead, it always ended with her bleeding. By now, I was used to the beatings, expected them.

 

Discreetly, she squeezed my hand as I approached the male. His dull, hazel eyes regarded me with disgust and I anticipated his move before he made it.

 

I braced myself for the blow. He didn’t disappoint –the Whiskey glass shattered over my temple and I collapsed along with the shards of glass, unable to fell the strays pierce the skin. Still skinny, I was at least able to keep hold of one form.

 

“Rise son.” When I made no move, Father’s voice rose to a shout. “RISE!” Aimee, the pup was still of little age, I did not want him to wake her so late. So, I forced myself to my feet, seeing double figures as the walls spun. Good God, there were two of him now. At the sight, bile rose in my throat but I kept the acid down, reminded of the more severe punishment were I to release such waste upon him.

 

“Roll up your trousers.” Never hesitating, even in my confusion, I did as ordered. For Aimee and Maman, I thought deliberately. For my family, I would do anything.

 

“Kneel.” On command, I began to kneel, but Maman grasped my forearm suddenly. Startled, I looked up.

 

Non! “All is well, Maman. See to Aimee.”

 

“Hush,” she murmured, hiding me behind her. She never looked to me, her gaze focused on my father who was centered on her as well. From behind her leg, I shivered, feeling…like…a child. Desperate to keep my mother safe from the monster, but so, so tired of hurting…

 

“Simon, you will leave him.”

Father growled, the sound shaking me though Maman was undeterred. How strong she could be.

 

“Bite your tongue, whore! I am his sire therefore I shall do as I see fit and you will submit to your Alpha.” My mother growled.

 

“Return to your bedchamber, Sebastien.”

 

“Remain,” the Alpha barked and I closed my eyes, my gut twisting as the little hope that had spurred, died. Unthinkingly, I knelt, whimpering as the glass cut through my skin.

 

Father gestured to me with a cruel smile. “Take the example from your pest, for one day, it will be his last.”

 

Some snapped inside me. The cords that held me too the universe…snapped and the wolf roared to life, took control. Insanity tugged at me; I lunged.

 

The bell rang then, loud and clear, yanking me from the memory as I flattened my palm on the glass. Breathing heavy, I exited the bathroom, plowing through the hallway until I reached her classroom. Just as she emerged from the class alongside Isaac.

 

The boy smiled bleakly, glancing quickly to Rosa, who remained silent, fueling my discomfort.

 

“I’ll catch you later, Rosa…Bastien,” he mumbled, brushing passed us with his head down before I could respond.

 

For the first time Rosa met my gaze, blue eyes swimming with questions. I sighed, linking our hands and guiding her through the throng. She didn’t object–in fact, she said nothing, even when students began to stare and the tardy bell rung. In seconds, we’d made it too the copy room door. Fishing the keys from my pocket, I unlocked the door and lightly pushed her inside.

 

She nearly tumbled over, but before she could, I caught her, making sure she was balanced. Then, I locked the door behind me, releasing her in the same movement.

 

I leaned against the door, waiting for her to start as I shoved a hand through my hair. Rosa stared at me –my hand–as if she’d seen a ghost. The rusty gears in my head clicked.

 

She’d seen the mating marks. Fuck me.

 

“So, you’ve seen them?” Somehow, her face managed to become paler and I fought the impulse to make sure she wasn’t about to freak.

 

“I-I don’t understand…” she murmured absently. “M-Marks don’t just…we didn’t just…What is going on?” My insides churned weirdly, both in fear and expectancy; I wanted to see my mark on her skin.

 

“It’s a long story?” I tried. “Can I see?”

 

After a short pause, she shook her head, but yanked her shirt up nonetheless. I blinked.

 

‘What the fuck?’ the wolf snarled, muted under the sudden ringing of my ears. For what seemed like a long time, I stared, trying to make sense of it. The markings on her smooth skin were the same yet different: a trio. One being my own, but the other two…completely wrong.

 

Something inside my chest crumpled and I squeezed my eyes shut, in attempt to shut out the yells of my father, the wolf’s snarls…just trying to feel my own emotions. Cheated, I thought numbly, I felt cheated and lost, so much like the child I had never been.

 

She wasn’t…mine. She didn’t belong to me…Not entirely.

 

The swirls in my marks were in the formation of my dominant power; the others were symbols of the Law, which I could only conclude was their own power. I hadn’t realized I was on my knees until I felt those warm arms snake themselves around my shoulders, the intoxicating scent of lavender invading my mind. Still, I was unseeing. All I could see–think was the marks.

 

The marks that proved another males cost, and love and need. Worse the knowledge that she could feel those emotions for the others as well.

 

My eyes flickered open, unfocused and hazy, without whites as the pain burned through my blood.

 

“Sebastien,” her voice was soft, unsure. I tensed further. She was unsure of me, my love. Unsure. I willed myself to look at her, willed myself to see beyond the pain.

 

My vision blurry, I claimed her lips in a desperate frenzy. My hands kept away from her side but instead tangled in her hair. My eyes fell shut as I tasted her lips, lightly nipping the swollen flesh. Mine.

 

She sighed in surrender, hand hands on either side of my throat as our tongues tangled in a dizzying, rhythmic dance. I groaned low in my throat when she pulled away, planning soft, open-mouthed kisses over my jaw lightly.

 

“Roza.” I watched her eyes flutter open, she gasped, cupping my cheeks as I forced myself to look into those eyes. My black eyes must have been detached of emotion, the eyes of an Alpha. Emotions were always kept to the Wolf.

 

Just as they were now. The sorrow, rage, self-loathing…covered by the depthless black of my eyes.

 

“Please, Sebastien,” she begged. “Talk to me.” Instantly, I wanted to give her whatever she pleased, anything, but I needed to think. I needed to be confident of myself again.

 

It’d been far too long since I’d been pushed to such weakness. Six years.

 

“Later,” I promised, hugging her to me, aware that it might be the last time I was allowed to hold her.

 

It was quiet, until the bell rang and ruined the moment.

 

She jumped and I realized we’d been in the room for over an hour now, not that I could say I missed French or that damned she-wolf who taught it. We exited the room when the halls emptied again; I walked her to her lunch table. Rosa sat silently, beside Isaac, who looked at me with accusation in his eyes. I simply shrugged, unfazed. There was no conversation as we sat awkwardly, Rosa toying with her fingers, Isaac tapping his own while I sat completely still.

 

Christ.

 

Just when I thought I might break the bell rang and I sighed; saved by the bell, how cliché. I walked Rosa to her next class, squeezing her hand and walking out to the parking lot, where I sat, blasting unfamiliar rap music because the stress of the moment was rolling off me in waves.

 

I contemplated the situation, filling myself with unwanted feelings all the while. Never being an emotional guy, it was difficult to feel so much at one point. There were two options, but the Wolf in me urged me to bite her.

 

I winched, wishing I wasn’t so damned inexperienced with female emotions; would she want me to bite her? Did I really want to bite her? I listed the pros and cons:

Pros: extended life span, gifts, protection, heightened senses…possible immortality. Cons: uncontrollable emotions, blood cravings, pups…

 

I snorted at the last con. I didn’t know how anyone would feel about the possibility of having lycanthrope pups instead of babies, or the fact that we usually came in twins, triplets and or quadruplet sets.

 

Biting her, bonding with her on that spiritual level, it made my head spin with want. But I was incapable of harming her in any way. It went against every prospect of mating. I was to protect her, love her, care for her…

 

But, damn it did I even have much of a choice anymore? Kill the others? Sure, if I had any inkling as to whom they were. Yet…how could I? They had no control over who their wolf desired. Still, it didn’t mean I would love to have my hands around their throats…I just…couldn’t. I knew false punishment first hand and would never wish it upon another. I was not him.

 

My head thumped at the steering wheel. Then, with a start, I realized the wolf had gone mute. There were no feelings from it and for a second, I panicked because there was only numbness. I was cloaked in a state of fade and denial. It was too quiet.

 

The wolf was supposed to be my emotion-buffer, deflecting the sorrow and granting rage. But, the damned traitor had abandoned me. Even the memories, the monster, were missing.

 

I cursed loudly. Be careful what you wish for really fucking fit.

 

//

 

“Your phone,” I muttered, holding my hand out to Rosa, who raised a condescending brow. I sighed. “Please.”

 

In the last hour, she seemed to have recovered some of her color and personality as she smiled, placing the IPhone in my extended hand. Her skin brushed mine for an instant and I inhaled sharply, just as she jerked away, staring straight ahead.

 

Over the hours, I decided against biting her. I wouldn’t. Still, I couldn’t wrap my head around the knowledge that other males had mated her. I suppose no dominant male really could. Absently, I wondered if they’d even realized she was not only theirs.

 

Silently, I tapped my number into the phone, saving it under Wolf-Boy. It shouldn’t have been a joke, but it was a bit amusing, crazy as I felt in the moment. Returning it to her, I reversed and made the decision to take her back to mine, since it was a two hour drive, I made sure she asked her father’s permission first, otherwise, I knew we would both be in a shitload of trouble.

 

Even with the permission, her curfew was twelve.

 

Tension nearly tangible, I accelerated until finally, we reached my drive. Entering the security code, I waited as the security gates slowly parted and I entered, parking ahead of the first garage and stepping out of the car. Rosa seemed frozen in place, so I used that and my speed to my advantage, pulling the passenger door open before she’d realized I’d moved.  

 

Her startled look had my lips twitching.

 

“Where are we?”

 

I blinked. “My house,” I supplied, staring at my boots.

 

“This is your house.”

 

I kicked the pavement. “That’s what I said.”

 

Shaking her head, she stumbled out of the car. I began walking until we reached the back woods. The pack tended to stay away from my house. Fearful of yours truly.

 

Rumors spread like wildfire amongst the Packs and mine was apparently still burning bright. I’d never murdered an Omega in France, but I hadn’t the need to tell them that. Let them be afraid.

 

Rosa was now toying with her hands, an indication of her anxiety. That being only one of many actions Rosa did to give herself away. With the lip biting, straying eyes, hand toying, blushes, though I couldn’t lie, I loved every single one of her reactions. Favoring the blushes. They were stunning.

 

Shaking myself, I sank to the grass, waiting for her to follow, only to realize she didn’t want to sit because her shorts were tan. I shrugged out of my jacket, placing the leather on the ground beside me so that she sat. I took a deep, calming breath.

 

“I really don’t want to tell you this,” I breathed, defeated. Yet I have too. And she will run.

 

It shocked me when soft hands cupped my face, lips brushing mine. “Tell me.”

 

I shifted out of her embrace. What was I going to say? That I was a Lycan–werewolf in one blow?

 

“What would you like to know, exactly?” I stalled. She ran her fingers over my jaw, smiling so sweetly I thought my heart my burst.

 

“Everything.”  I screwed my eyes shut, forcing the next sentence.

“This would be easier if I could just show you,” I said hesitantly. Her blue eyes regarded me with interest. I ran a hand through my hair.

 

“Go on then,” she urged, ever-so-sure of herself.

 

“Promise me something first,” I blurted, not giving her a chance to answer. “Just keep an open mind. Feel; let your senses speak the truth,” I paused. “Please.”

 

“I promise,” she whispered. Her blue eyes bored into mine before flickering shut.

 

Breathing fast, I stood, stripping each article of clothing and allowing myself to shift. I took it slow, the more painful method, allowing each snapped bone to be heard, keeping my eyes shut because I didn’t want her expression to sear me.

 

The physical pain was miniscule compared to the emotional. When it was over, I probed her mine, entering easily; she was that open for me.

 

“Open your eyes Rosa.”

 

Her eyes snapped open.

 

What The Hell? (Rosa):

“Open your eyes, Roza,” the voice was just a breath in my mind. Obediently, my eyes flickered open.

 

The breath caught in my throat. Crazy, I thought, staring wide-eyed. I am so…crazy.

 

There, standing no more than five feet away from me, was a giant…creature. An impulsive shot of ice cold fear welled up inside me as black, depthless eyes watched me with an intelligence that was out of place.

 

Oh, God, no! This…This didn’t happen…I-I was seeing things, had to be.

 

Still, a hollow whisper left my lips, “Sebastien…” The creature gave a heavy huff, and I immediately wanted to run…Except I was frozen as it collapsed onto the ground gracefully. It’s massive head on its…massive claws.

 

With a harsh blink, I realized the fear had faded into something that felt suspiciously close to fascination and an awkward laugh bubbled up inside me. Thoughtlessly, I crawled, wondering, absently, if I’d lost my mind.

 

When I was close enough, I reached forward, hands trembling as they made contact with the black fur. The texture, completely foreign to me, was rough and fuzzy…almost soft.

 

The wolf-creature-thing purred, though once my gaze snapped up to it, the purring stopped and black eyes closed, as if leaving me to my thoughts. And I floundered.

 

If this…thing was Sebastien, then what the hell was I still doing here? Shouldn’t I be running? Instead, I continued to run my fingers through the fur, fully aware that it could end my very existence without so much as a blink…Yet, I was without alarm.

 

Silent minutes ticked by and my decision was easily made. I wanted to stay. With him, I wanted to stay. No matter the…species. And I would stay.

 

It’s–His eyes snapped open suddenly and the adoration there, the complete disbelief, stunned me. It was as if he’d heard my thoughts…but, he couldn’t…

 

“I can.” That…whisper. Oh God, he could hear how beaut–ugly! He was an ugly pig. Or wolf…? Oh God.

 

He shifted, his…muzzle opened to where it looked like he was grinning. I smiled tightly, thinking it would have been funny if his teeth weren’t quite so sharp…Sharp as daggers.

 

“Get outta my head,” I muttered, touchy about him in my private space.

 

In response, those dark eyes narrowed, but before I could snap back, he disappeared altogether, leaving me fumbling and confused. There was a low, menacing growl at my back. Breathing coming quicker, I risked a glance over my shoulder, licking my lips as I took in the sheer size of him.

 

Enormous.

 

All coiled muscle above black fur, the Wolf stood at about eight feet; body the size of maybe two cars. His claws dug into the Earth as he flexed, head cocked to the side as his tongue lolled out.

 

At the sight, I exploded with laughter. He actually looked like a fluffy, cut wolf! Abruptly, he approached me and my laughter died as another low growl erupted from his chest. I shivered with anticipation. I wanted to see this side of him –wanted to know all of him.

 

Giving him my absolute trust, I stilled, allowing him to nudge my shoulder with his muzzle until I laid back in the grass, my heartbeat erratic.

 

“Close your eyes Rosa…” Again, my eyes obediently flickered shut, a sigh escaping me as the atmosphere sizzled with the bizarre energy. Somehow I knew when he was out of my mind. It was a distinct feeling–losing something you have never actually had.

 

To quell the feeling, my eyes opened to find Sebastien, as a man, pulling a shirt over his face. The muscles of his back and shoulders rippled as he pivoted and my eyes glued to that defined torso, covered in flawless six. Lower, there was a prominent six pack, dark hairs that started at his naval and led a trail into his disturbingly tight jeans.

 

My mouth dried and I bit into my lip, squeezing my thighs together as desire pooled in my belly.

 

“Like what you see then?” I blushed to the tips of my ears, dropping my gaze to my knotted hands.

 

Suddenly, he was so close his heat –blazing like a furnace–enveloped me, one large hand cupping my cheek, forcing my gaze to meet his warm, hazel ones. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he murmured, one long index finger stroking my lip erotically. “If you knew how much I want to strip those clothes from your lovely body…”

 

How much? the question was on the tip of my tongue, but I managed to swallow it down, unwilling to be sidetracked. I needed to know so much…Silently, I grabbed his left hand, tracing the patterns in the smooth skin and smiling secretively at the embedded wolf –that, out of all things, made sense. But mine didn’t look entirely like that.

 

“My marks are on my left side,” I told him, though it wasn’t new information. A stretch of silence passed as I stared at him from under my lashes, freezing at the depthless gaze. The once hazel irises were cold, hollow pools of darkness.

 

“Don’t worry about the eyes,” he muttered. “They’re emotional-filters of sorts. “ A smile tipped his lips and my heart stalled in my chest as I leant forward, my forehead on his hard shoulder.

 

“Stop it,” I muttered. “We…We’re fine.”

 

“But, we aren’t,” he disagreed, voice rough. I started to pull away but his arms trapped me in an iron embraced, tugging me closer until I was seated firmly in his lap. “So here’s the thing, there are three marks and only the one belongs to me.” I didn’t understand.

 

He continued before I could ask. “See, the marks on your body are called mating marks, but in the Lycan-Law-Book they’re given names are cosmos’ since a cosmos is said to be passed the Heavens. We consider them our cosmos, a signified piece of the soul. The reasons we mate are compatibility, incomparability, fate. We become slave to our emotions, hence the love, lust, dominance. It all ties up to one thing: our cosmos. I belong to you as I consider you mine,” he said and I rolled my eyes at the arrogance in that last sentence.

 

Slowly, the rusty gears in my head shifted and suddenly, I remembered that I had three mating marks.

 

I shuddered. “Are you telling me that I “belong” to three men?” He nodded. I slumped against him, my mind going into overload.

 

Why me? Why now?

 

“W-Who?” I breathed in horror, conscious of the importance now. He winced and I jerked back, searching his face but finding nothing.

 

“I don’t know…” My face crumpled but I tried to quell the panic fluttering around in my belly.

 

“What happens now?” The shakiness in my voice scared me.

 

“I don’t know,” he repeated and ice began to freeze my blood.

 

“You…don’t…know,” I echoed slowly, anger rising inside me. “What the hell do you mean you don’t know! What am I supposed to do? I don’t – I can’t just belong to anyone Bastien! What am I going to do,” the last part was a sob as I ran a shaky hand through my hair, ripping strands out but feeling nothing.

When he said nothing, I continued. “What are my parents going to say when I come home with three men claiming to own me? Dear God, what am I going to say! And what if,” my head began to throb, “What if they find out that you –they’re…werewolves!”

 

I put my face in my hand.

 

Unexpectedly large hands gripped my arms before I could say anything I was being thrown over his shoulders as if I weighed nothing. Furious, I hit at his back, getting angrier when he gave no response.

 

“Let me go,” I wailed. He didn’t…of course not.  Within minutes we were stomping through the beautiful home that I paid no attention to and in a large dark bedroom. The peppermint scent reached me as I slumped a little, my body heating as I practically became intoxicated with it, breathing harshly.

 

He dumped me onto the soft bed where I bounded off, and ran for the door. I didn’t make it as his arms wrapped around my waist, black eyes blazing.

 

I was almost scared. Almost.

 

“Stay.” He sounded powerful when angry and I glared.

                       

“Arrogant bastard! I’m not staying anywhere near you!” His eyebrows raised and I looked towards the door, belatedly realizing it was closed and locked. I looked back at his angry face, cocking an eyebrow.

 

Sebastien’s hold at my waist tightened so I was pressed up against him as he leaned down, making eye contact and growling. Really growling. It wasn’t a full animal sound but it was close and I wanted to cry out at the unfairness as I became aroused and wet for him.

 

“You. Are. Mine.” I opened my mouth to object but his lips caught mine in a forceful kiss. I responded with as much hostility, taking my anger out on him in some way. I was so tired of feeling vulnerable so I dug my finger into his shoulders, biting down on his lower lip.

 

“I hate you,” I muttered, kissing the corner of his mouth as I drank in the taste of him. He tasted like mine. He stiffened before softly invading my mouth again and this time I welcomed the sweetness of it, pouring my all into the slow kiss as my longing grew, tingles spreading throughout my body and hitting all the neediest of places.  I sighed into him, tangling my hands in his rough hair and losing myself— to the pleasure.

 

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded and I shook my head. I would not say it first.

A growl erupted from his chest as he yanked my hair softly, baring my throat to his kisses, and stopping at the spot where my neck became my shoulder, sucking at the sensitive skin. All thoughts abandoned I threw my head back, closing my eyes in surrender, my breasts pushed to attention, brushing his burning chest.

 

I bit back a moan; it was a totally new sensation so when he stopped I almost cried at the loss.  But before I could, his hands settled on my butt, lifting me up and leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. My already erratic breathing spiked as my hands touched his chest, feeling the pounding heartbeat and heat beneath his shirt. The beat was too fast and hard as his breathing, making me feel a little better about how much I reacted to him.

 

Sebastien walked us to the large bed again, settling his body on mine and capturing my earlobe between his sharp teeth as I squeaked. His hips were fixed between my thighs, I was so perfectly positioned if we’d been without clothes he would’ve been inside me and I was ready for him.  His erection burned against me and I wiggled closer, trying to settle my damp heat against him.

 

His husky laugh made it all the worse as his hands traveled down my legs, stopping at my calves and making his way back down again.

 

“I love your legs,” he said with a sigh but then he froze and I opened my eyes to get caught in his burning gaze, “I love you. All of you….You’re too perfect for me,” his words were fast and I grinned, vision hazy from tears as I grabbed the seam of his shirt and tugged it over his head.  Then before I could think about it, my hands were all over the hard plains of his smooth chest, and he shuddered, his eyes closing before he pressed his lips tenderly to mine. 

 

Urgency broke out as he pushed against me, mouth and hip and I arched a little, moaning. His hands moved and somehow my shirt was stripped of me as he pressed his lips against my belly, making his way slowly up.  His hand moved to cup my breast as he pulled me up with him, his hand unclasping my bra and sliding it down my arms until I was bare and he pulled back.

 

His eyes were heated as they fell to my breasts and I closed mine to keep from feeling self conscious, allowing the heat of him to envelope me.  My legs were still wrapped around his waist and I wiggled a little, sighing when he kissed my neck again. Then he dipped down, catching my nipple in his mouth and my eyes closed tighter, my teeth digging into my lip as I trembled, the feelings beyond words. 

 

The hand on my belly moved up to cup my other breast before he moved to that nipple, sucking hard as I withered, my head tipping back and my breasts pushing further forward.  And then he stopped.

 

No…don’t stop.

 

He moved so that we were lying on our sides. He was panting, like me and I couldn’t stop myself from opening my eyes, only to find his closed, his chest rising and falling quickly.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, unsure of myself.  Maybe he didn’t want me. . .

 

“You’ll regret this later,” he breathed and my heart shattered in my chest. His voice was rough with emotion; bitter, disdain, and …fear mixed into one heart aching sentence.

 

“Look at me.” He didn’t. “Please…please look at me,” I begged.  When he did my breath caught because I saw a glimpse of his soul—the self-loathingly poignant truth. My body calmed and I felt tears swimming in my eyes…

 

As if to distract me, his lips pressed softly to mine and I let out a sigh, kissing him back a little as he groaned, his hands found my waist and crushed me closer to him. Closer to the oblivion I craved.

 

 “You’re being unfair,” he whispered, lips at my temple. I was too intoxicated to care.

 

“Mhm,” I agreed, unable to form a coherent response. He pulled back from me again, moving a strand of hair from my eyes.

 

“I wish you could see how tempting you are.” I flushed, “It’s too hard to stay away from you.” My eyes ran down the hard plains of his muscled chest, down to his packed belly until my eyes landed on the huge bulge in his pants.

 

“Real hard.” He raised an eyebrow expectantly and my eyes widened as I realized I’d spoken aloud.  He started to pull away but I gripped his shoulders, unwilling to distance myself from him.

 

“I love you Sebastien,” I murmured truthfully, peering through my lashes at him, “And, I-I want this…I want you to love me, to show me you love me. I don’t want anyone else…I want—need you.” It was the most mortifying of confessions but when I looked up at him, the innocent skepticism on his face melted me as I smiled, reflecting on the happiness building inside of him.

 

It made me brave as I placed my hand on his stomach, feeling the rock hard abs down to the small patch of springy soft hair that started at his naval I traveled downward. He stiffened as I reached for the buttons of his pants, his hand catching mine before I could.

 

I looked up, disappointed.

 

"No…not now."

 

“But...,” I trialed off, feeling defeated.

 

“Let me take care of you baby. Feel for me.” I opened my mouth to object but he silenced me with a kiss.  That was all the convincing I needed.

 

 

Words Meet Heartbeats (Bastien):

“I love you Sebastien,” the words were feather soft, “And… I- I want this; I want you do love me, to show me you love me. I don’t want anyone else, I want—I need you.” A jolt went through me as everything denied it…But the sickening joy running through me was enough to have me rejoice as my wolf howled in triumph. We— I didn’t deserve it but. . . It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she loved me. Me.

I didn’t understand or maybe I didn’t care, but when her hands touched me I froze, closing my eyes at the wonderful feel of it. Or her caress, it took everything in me not to grab her up; instead I allowed myself the simple pleasure until she started lower. Oh no. Before she could touch me where I was aching I grabbed her hands

“No,” I gritted, “Not now.”

Confusion and hurt crossed her pretty features and I inwardly cursed myself, angry for denying her. God.

“But…” I sighed, concealing a smile.

“Let me take care of you baby. Feel for me.” I kissed her then, allowing myself a victory smile when her irritated blue eyes closed. I pulled back; staring at the beauty I called mine... She was a Goddess, her face flushed, lips swollen, hair messy…Mine. Grabbing her hips I kissed my way down her stomach, nipping at the soft skin of her waist, being careful not to hurt her even though she jumped a little. My hands moved to the buttons of her tan shorts, unbuttoning them and sliding them down her slender legs with ease.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from those legs as I ran my hands up them, finally hitting her thighs. I looked up for reassurances that I could go on, but her eyes were closed as she bit into her lower lip. Blinking I continued until I reached the waistband of her lacy underwear my eyes widening at the enticing amount of skin it showed but I was gone as I slipped them down, baring her to my gaze.

I groaned at the sight, she was beautifier than I expected, pink, swollen and glistening. And I immediately wanted to taste her, but she covered herself. I wanted to spread her to me again but her blue eyes were swimming with trust and nervousness so instead I moved back up, kissing her again until her hands moved up to my shoulders and I flexed under her touch, teasing her until she was moaning. Only then did I move to the junction at her thighs.

I didn’t ask to taste her…I didn’t even feel bad as I tasted heaven, groaning the same exact time she moaned. And I didn’t—couldn’t stop as I pleasured her with my mouth, finding out exactly what she liked while giving her all the pleasure I could. Moving I kissed her tight, touching her sensitive nub while I inserted a finger into her tightness, wincing as she tensed. Closing my eyes I moved, tasting her sweetness again before moving my fingers inside her. Her hips rose, her hands pulling my hair to the point of contentment and pain. She was thrashing and then she froze, a scream ripping from her lips as I sucked her faster, my erection jerking in my pants until I pulled away, grinning from ear to ear as I caught my crazed breath.

When she opened her eyes they were hazy and I smiled, intentionally licking my lips to get one last taste of her. She sat up, her hair covering her face from my view and her hand running through it before she crawled over to me, setting herself on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

The moment was perfect as I held her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at me. There were tears in her eyes and my eyebrows creased in bewilderment.

“I…” she dropped my gaze, “I’m scared to go further… I don’t want to lose you…” My heart twisted in my chest at the sadness in her voice and I closed my eyes, nuzzling her neck and inhaling that addicting lavender scent.

“Baby, tonight was for you,” I muttered feeling tiredness tug at me, “I didn’t expect more…We’ll go further when you’re ready…I won’t lose you…You’re mine.”

Her head snapped up, “Hmm…so that makes you mine…” I stifled a laugh as she pushed against my chest until I let up, lying back to watch her lean over me, her blonde hair shadowing us as she bent forward. My eyes closed and I forced myself to keep still as she brushed her lips softly to mine. I chuckled, a raspy sound and pushed her away, with a gasp she plopped onto the black blankets.

“You’re quite the seductress my red rose,” I whispered, “But now it’s time for you to rest, I wouldn’t want you to wilt.” She rolled her eyes and I grabbed her until she was lying on my chest, her eyes drooping while I stroked her sides.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes completely shutting and my breathing stopped.

“I wish you could mean it,” I replied before I could swallow the croak, closing my eyes to let the peaceful darkness swallow me.

 

***

I was walking through the darkness…slowly fading into a monster. 

He was following yet I saw no one…

He was there…

He was me…

I was him.

I shouted awake, rushing up to be greeted by darkness…My breathing was choked as I closed my eyes again, opening them to find my eyes adjusting to the darkness… But he was still in me. I groaned again, running my finger tips over my sticky hot chest… lifting my fingers to find the dark liquid on them: blood.

Rosa? I stumbled out of my bed, walking through my cold empty house until I found her sitting on the ground of the porch. I watched her as she stared out into the forest. A million feelings coursed through me: protectiveness, possessiveness, adoration… The strongest of those protectiveness. I didn’t want her sitting in the floor, I didn’t want her outside or alone…I didn’t want her to see what I did to myself… Closing my eyes I sped into my room, grabbing a towel and clothing before locking myself in the bathroom.

Unable to look at myself in the mirror I left the lights off, still avoiding the mirror and entering the stinging hotness. The wounds were almost healed as I scrubbed my skin with soap, washing my hair with shampoo and then exiting the shower. I kept my senses on the outside as I brushed my teeth. I rushed into my clothes, forgetting a shirt since I was too hurried to see her again.

My breathing sped at the sight of her in my shirt again, disliking how tiny and scared she looked. Sitting beside her Indian style I pulled her into my lap, she fit perfectly, her head on my shoulder and I was surprised you could see the stars…they were bright and sparkling…

“What’s wrong?” I found myself asking. She shook her head, blonde hair muddled. “Nightmare?” She stiffened further and my wolf growled, ding, ding ding, we have a winner.

“Tell me about it.” She shivered a little, saying nothing and I didn’t expect her to…

Then she did.

“It’s Him,” she murmured softly, “He said that I belonged to him…I don’t remember how often but I know it wasn’t the first time he’d said it…I belonged to him and that he would be back…Yeah that I would always be his, that’s why he cut my cheek. A mark.” Once again I found myself wishing I could get my hands on the fucker. . . Oh, I would show him pain…

Shaking myself I hugged her tense form closer, inhaling the lavender that calmed me.

“He’s not coming back,” I muttered, my wolf disagreed with me but it wasn’t unusual, “And if it does…I will kill him,” I promised her and myself. I didn’t want her having nightmares…I knew how much they wounded. Although she nodded, she was still tense so I continued…

“There’s more…” She pulled away, looking at me with hard eyes. “I didn’t read your mind,” I snapped, angry that she would assume so even after I knew she didn’t like it.

She flinched a little but her eyes softened, “Right…Sorry.” I rolled my eyes.

“Get on with it Rosa,” I teased, looking at the stars once more.

“We’re not meant for each other...If you were normal you would have ended up with someone beautiful and not stuck with me because of some stupid…marks!” I blinked.

Welllllllll, I thought before I barked out laughter.

“It’s not funny,” she sighed but I heard the giggle that came after it. Biting the inside of my cheek I sighed, kissing her temple while stroking her lower lip.

“But it is funny,” I disagreed, continuing before she could speak, “You know, there is nothing remotely good

about me…Nothing worthy of any woman. . .especially not you.” She was looking at me, eyes swimming with altercations as I persisted, “As for the marks…they are only there to set in our emotions…Wolves emotions are stronger than humans…so we often confuse love and lust…The marks differentiate the two. But none of that matters because those others girls don’t have what you do. They simply aren’t….you.”

Her eyes were closed, a small smile played on her lips as she leaned closer to me, pressing her face into my neck. I felt beyond wonderful to put a smile on her face…I never noticed how much happier I became once she was happy…

“How can I not love you when you’re sweet like that?” I shrugged, uncomfortable. She inhaled sharply, “Do you wear cologne?” Shocked at the change of subject I shook my head.

“Why do you smell you addicting? Like peppermints.” I grinned goofily.

“Ahh that, yeah it’s an effect of mating. When mates find each other, our scents become heightened and intoxicating. But only to one another, to another male you’d probably smell…unappealing.” I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “But don’t worry…you smell delectable, like lavender…and mine.” She shivered a little as I pulled away.

“Tell me more about your…kind. How were you created?” I chuckled, as if.

“Well my parents…”

She gasped, “You weren’t bitten or scratched then?”

I snorted, “I was born a freak Rosa. My father was a dead beat Alpha that mated my mother, an Alphena. Resulting in me and Aimee.” The mention of my father reminded me that I was a monster as well…

“When you say your father was…?”

“He’s dead,” I muttered, unable to meet her gaze.

Why don’t you tell her he’s not dead

, my wolf hissed,why don’t you tell her that he’s living inside you?

I inwardly flinched.

I wasn’t ready to tell her that…I was selfish enough to want to keep her awhile longer.

“What happened?” I felt like I’d been punched in the gut as I registered the sympathy in her tone. If only she knew…

“Pride,” I answered with a shrug, “He was drunk, as usual, and caught cheating on a card game. For lycans’ disrespect can result in fights to the death. Of course the other male demanded my father admit is wrongs…And he would not. Evidentially…it wasn’t a big loss.”

Nothing had been the same after that. My mother had lost her job and that’s all it had taken for our family to fall apart. That was when he made if time for me to take his place, be my sisters’ father, and my mothers’ savior. And I did a hell of a lot better than he ever did at the age of fifteen. But I'd been angry...wounded…still was.

“You don’t miss him?” What was there to miss? The beatings?

“No, there’s nothing to miss…When he died… I was…relieved…even if it makes me worse than him…I was…happy for a little while,” I breathed.

Thankfully, she didn’t comment but instead changed the subject, “How long do you live?”

“Longer than seven hundred years…We age slower than humans so most of us master immortality sooner or later.” She gaped.

She hemmed and I was confused at the scared look in her blue eyes, “You’re joking right?”

I shook my head.

“This is horrible!” Confused I ran my hand through my hair, but she kept on, “You mean to tell me that I’m going to get old and wrinkled at the age of fifty while you’ll be….gorgeous as ever?” I beamed lopsidedly, she thought I was gorgeous?

“You think I’m gorgeous?” She glared.

“Sebastien! This is serious,” she urged, and I sighed.

Tell her, tell her, tell her the selfish wolf repeated and I shut the idea down.

“You will always be beyond beautiful to me,” I redirected her. Her eyes narrowed as she clenched her jaw.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I went for the innocent expression, widening my eyes.

“Nothing.” She grabbed my jaw in a hard grip, making me meet her eyes. Hell.

“Tell me.” I gritted my teeth, hating how hard it was to deny her. But she knew me to well…

“There is nothing to tell.” I caught a flash in her eyes before she crushed her lips to mine. I kissed her back, wincing when her hands tangled in my hair and clutched me closer. My pants felt tight as my erection thickened, my hands going to her waist to hold her against me as she wiggled and pulled away.

The happy smile on her face made me sigh, “You’re such a tease.”

Her hands trailed from my neck down to my chest, leaving a hot trial as I stiffened, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted her. Badly.

“If you would just tell me,” her voice was coaxingly soft and I smiled a little, twisting her hair in my hand. Two can play this game, I thought, brushing my hand, against the swell of her breast right where the shirt cut off my view. Her breath caught and I did it again before pulling away.

“What was it you wanted me to tell you again?” I felt dumbfounded for a moment…Then I remembered.

Just tell her Bastien my body urged, but my mind rejected the idea. . . In the end, anyone could guess which won.

“If I bit you, which I won’t, we could bond life forces,” I whispered, my eyes glued to her creamy throat…My canines actually began to elongate but I gritted my teeth; no. Her blue eyes however, sparkled and I had a feeling she liked having power over me. I didn’t know if I liked or loathed that.

“And if I want you to bite me?” I closed my eyes, willing my self-control.

Thinking fast I replied, “Too bad,” and grabbed her hips, pushing her lightly away from me. I sucked in the clean, earth scented air, but the lavender was burned into my brain. Fuck.

“Be reasonable,” she pouted. Actually pouted. And I thought it was adorable… With a curse I walked back to her and knelt. She didn’t meet my eyes.

“Rosalina, I love you and it will not change. You will always be a Goddess to me…No matter what.” It was completely….honest. I loved her…She was mine. A wolf never mated twice.

“And when I die?,” she whispered. I winced, Merde.

"Rosa…,” I struggled.
“No, Sebastien, this is serious…Aren’t you the least afraid of what will happen? Once I’m gone, I’m not coming back…You have you bite me.” No, no, no I denied, shaking my head at the thought of not having her with me…At having to bite her…Panic began to fog my mind.

“No,” I breathed, anguished, “I don’t…I can’t…I won’t.”

Pretty little rhyme my wolf hissed, but you can and you will.

Before I could make a fool out of myself and curse a wolf that was in me, Rosa spoke, “Why can’t you?”

Wasn’t it obvious?

“I can’t hurt you.” It tore me up inside…my wolfs wants verses mine.

Minutes passed before she spoke, “It doesn’t have to hurt.”

I paused, “I don’t understand…”

Why did the one girl I love have to be so confusing? Why did I have to be so stupid?

Instead of answering me, she kissed me lightly. I kissed her with the same gentleness and as the kisses became stronger, hotter, she pushed herself into my lap again, tilting her head so that her neck was deliciously close. Hell no. I closed my eyes, pressing a kiss to her neck. So soft and kissable… I couldn’t bite her. No…not yet.

“Not tonight,” I huffed, and she froze. I could feel the tension deep in and her I closed my eyes. To my horror, she started to rise before I thought about the action I grabbed her hand.

“I’m not saying never; I’m just saying not tonight,” I rushed through my words softly despite the pain rising in my chest. I was such a monster.

She smiled down at me before walking away and I sighed, putting my face in my heads…

How could I take her blood? It was no wonder most males never merged life forces…How could I bite her? It dawned on me that I’d forgotten the most important part of the biting…

“If thou mate shall cease to exist the so shall thee,” I whispered to myself. As if should be the damned wolf whispered.

What choice did I have now? Going against my wolf and mate…It wouldn’t work…I wasn’t that strong…The decision was made…I had to bite her…But it didn’t mean soon. No, I would choose when.

When she returned outside, she was fully dressed. I was pleased that she kept on my shirt, but wore her shorts anyway; her blond hair was pulled up, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen.

“We should go. It’s about to be twelve and my parents are already going to kill me.” Yeah right. I rose though, and started to walk towards the front door when she stopped me.

Amusement gleamed in her blue eyes as she looked me up and down, “Showing up half naked would really get us both killed.” I smiled sheepishly and left her in the family room. In my room again I shrugged on a shirt, socks and boots, and then I walked into my bathroom and tied my hair in a leather strap, washing my face and growling when I noticed the already grown five O’clock shadow. Oh well.

When I returned to her, it was only seconds later.

“Hmm, someone’s fast.” I grinned, ran outside and was back at her side before she could blink again. I liked being myself around her… She rolled her eyes, muttering something about walking like a granny. I ignored that, grabbing her hand again. When she tightened her hold, everything fell into place. My life was going my way for once and I wouldn’t permit Rosa to slip from my fingers…Or paws I thought with a wolfish grin.

***

I groaned, listening hard to the howls in the distance, to the tormenting pull that directed me toward alpha turf.

I was already crabby, not seeing my mate was killing me…But duty called and so I ran in the direction I was being pulled, letting my senses control as I continued.

When I reached the large mansion in the middle of nowhere I exited the trees, aware of the others eyes and their shifting…Slightly away. I sighed, I hated it here.

I spotted my mother and Aimee, they were surrounded my other males and it made my teeth grit at the amount of lust in their stares…

Turning my attention away I prepared for the pack announcements, my thoughts never straying from my mate, never noticing the glare that burned into my back from the woods.

Two Months Later (Rosa):

I shivered as the coldness hit my bare skin. Yep, today was definitely the first day of winter. I grinned then, the first day I was released of grounding. Stretching I rose to look out my window, watching as the snowflakes fell.

The day I was released from grounding…Two months. God, I’d gone two months on grounding . . . without getting to see Sebastien much at all during school that is. It’d been hard but we managed to work around my parents a lot especially since my parents had no clue the love of my life was a werewolf or that he could sneak through windows no matter how much metal to put over it.

And I was so glad for that. If my mother knew she would go completely nuts, worse than she had the night I’d gotten grounded.

Sebastien had gotten my home at one in the morning, thanks to his speeding habit. My mother had been livid, baring from the front doors and swearing every oath in the book.

I went back to that night for a moment.

My mothers pretty face had been blanched, her hair messy as my father held her away from Sebastien, who someone got me behind his body. I could feel the tension in his body as I tried to peek around. But he was having none of it as his hand clamped on my shoulder.

I glared up at him, noticing to my horror his eyes were black again. His hands were shaking as I stepped closer to him, forgetting where we were and only wanting to ease him.

“Keep your hands off my daughter!” I jumped a little, blushing as I tried to step in front of Sebastien once more. He blocked me again.

“She’s not stable right now,” he said in a monotone, his gaze focused on my mother. I felt a tremble of fear go through me.

And of course my mother spoke again, “You are never going to see her again! Ever! If you come here again I swear I will kill you!” A growl ripped from Sebastien’s throat and I winced.

“Try it!” His voice rose with panic and stress, the cords of his neck straining as my mother cursed him again. With his attention on her I stepped in front of him, stretching on my tip toes and wrapping myself around him. I didn’t want to let him go but I was worried from my mother…So I kissed his neck and whispered, “Go home wolf, and I will call you.”

I turned just as father’s calm blue eyes met mine. I almost felt like I’d betrayed him somehow. And in that instant I felt torn between Sebastien and my parents…my mother. I hated it.

“Inside, Rosaline, now,” he warned as he turned, carrying my mom who had gone limp into the house.

I hurried after them.

I blinked harshly, washing the memory away. My mom still hadn’t forgiven Sebastien yet for some reason she’d allowed him to take me to therapy. I didn’t understand my mother most days so I didn’t look into it but instead love her for it.

Excited now, I grabbed my towel and took a long hot shower, washing my hair with my lavender shampoo and then carefully gliding the soap along my mating mark…afraid it’d disappear. The one that mattered at least.

Outside I dressed in a black turtle neck sweater and dark skin tight jeans, slipping my socked feet into the black Uggs. When my hair was dry I grabbed my phone and nearly flew down the stairs, almost knocking my sister down who was dressing in a skin tight sweater, a parka and blue jeans, socks being the only thing on her feet.

“What’s got you?” I grinned at the grim way she asked.

“Groundings over,” I told her as she shook her dirty blonde hair out.

“Oh yeah, you might want to put something more on. Likes gloves, a scarf and a sweater made of freaking wolf fur.” I giggled at the last part…Hmm wolf fur?

She eyed me as if I was crazy but continued, “It really is freezing out there.” I ignored her warning, pulling out my cell phone and dialing Wolf Boy. One ring and he picked up.

"Come outside." I ended the call, grabbed my keys and ran outside. The cold didn’t affect me, being as giddy as I was. I froze for a minute drinking the sight of him in.

His long hair was shaggier and messy, his hazel eyes smoldering as he stared at me.
I ran, jumping into him.

“Finally,” I breathed in that addicting scent, closing my eyes for a moment. It felt right and I didn’t wanna let go. But I did anyway, untangling my limbs from him and without meeting his gaze, entering his car.

He remained right were he was and when I was going to say something he entered the drivers side, turning the heater on full blast before reversing. It was way to hot, I felt as if I were melting so I lowered it, smiling when he glanced at me warily.

"You are going to catch your deces." I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that I would be perfectly fine. Throughout the weeks Sebastien had helped teach me French and I found the words easy now, but it was the dang accent I couldn’t get down. 

And every time I tried he laughed until I stopped trying. It was so hopeless.

“Coming from the man wearing a muscle shirt and jeans,” I muttered, ignoring the part where he looked gorgeous as ever. Jeans hanging loose at his hips and his shirt tight enough to show me how toned his body was… I couldn’t believe he was mine…Completely mine.

“Riiiiiight,” he muttered sarcastically. “I run on a higher temperature than you do Rosa.” I laughed a little in disbelief. Werewolves, I’d decided a long time ago, were arrogant. Or at least mine was.

“Alright Wolf Boy.” I used the name he hated purposely. But really, he’d done it to himself, putting himself under that in my phone.

When he didn’t reply I spoke again, “Do you even know where we’re going?” He nodded, turning the radio to the rock music I liked even though he didn’t. I smiled gratefully, watching the trees and cars blur by.

All too soon we exited that car, my belly tightened as the familiar building registered to my brain.

“I’m here,” his voice was rough as he took my hand. I instantly felt better, taking a deep breath because it was the first time I was here and not alone…The first time I felt whole. Nodding I let him led me into the building as we waited for Dr. James he traced my face.

“Why do you do that?” my voice was raspier than I would have liked. He smiled a little, shrugging one shoulder.

“It my way of making sure you’re still here,” he said, fingers at my hairline. Tears swam in my eyes as I dropped my gaze. “I know what you’re going through you know. I know how a drastic change can affect someone,” he forced me to meet his warm gaze, swimming with understanding.

“You know,” I told him, “It’s crazy…it’s not even been a year yet but I trust you…completely.” His smile lit up the entire building but it was gone just as Dr. James appeared. She looked beautiful as ever; smile bright until her eyes found Sebastien.

Again, I knew I was missing something as I began walking to the other room, Dr. James hot on my trial.

In the familiar room I sat up straight, keeping my clenched hands on my lap and watching as Dr. James locked the door and took her usual seat opposite of me.

God it felt like I hadn’t been here in years. Things had changed so much.

“How are you Rosa?” And so it begins I thought darkly.

“Fine,” I repeated my old lie. It was far, far better than fine. Everything was positively glowing for me…There was only the persistent nightmares, but usually Sebastien chased those away.

“That’s good as always,” she said quietly, “Tell me Rosalina, what’s going on? It’s been what? Three, four months since out last time together.” I nodded, sighing.

“Not very much.” If she expected me to continue she should have known better. I was so tired of being pressed into telling someone I knew nothing of, my business. Dr. James usual calm manner was down today, for the first time since we’d meet, she frowned. Frowned!

“Who were you with in the waiting room then?” I blinked, taken aback. It wasn’t like her to pry so much with questions such as that. Nosy my conscious blurted automatically.

“He’s more than a friend,” I admitted pointedly, wanting her to know he was mine. “His name is Bastien.” And he’s mine lady.

 

Out of nowhere the air became crazed. “Careful around him Rosa –---” She didn’t just say that,

“---He’s no g---.”

“What I do with him is none of your concern,” I answered with a tight smile.

Her grey eyes flashed black and I shot up, heading for the door when her hand clamped onto my shoulder. That was it. I struggled to breath.

Not this again I pleaded with myself as my breathing grew into harsh gasped but still the bitch didn’t let go.

“I’m going to help you out of this Rosa… You will stay away from that---,” she didn’t finish because the door was slammed open. I didn’t see anything but suddenly I could breath and Sebastien pushed me behind his body and I stumbled to the ground.

My breathing choked my vision began to clear a bit as I tried to keep track of the ongoing disaster.


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(Rosa's Mother)

Mari Payne drove quickly, in a hurry to meet with the pack Alpha. It had taken her only two months to come to the decision that her daughter was not ready to become an Alpha’s mate. No, her daughter wasn’t strong enough to handle an Alpha’s mood swings…to handle the fighting that would occur one way or another.

And Mari could not stand to see her baby hurt again, and that Alpha was the type of trouble that hurt..Real bad.

The two hour drive was a long one, but thankfully Marcus was away on business so he would not be able to stop her. She loved her mate with everything she had and never wanted to deceive him but this was her young and she would stop at nothing to protect her.

Eventually she made it with a sigh, letting her brown hair loose and strolling into the hooded trees where she stripped. And for the first time in three years she shifted, hating the delicious pain that went with changing. When it was over she grabbed her clothes up by the teeth and ran. She was close enough that she could hear the pack members, the huffing and playful growling. She shifted again, hurrying to pull on her clothes.

The with a breath she reminded herself that she adored her husbands side of the family, more importantly Louis and his two sons, Jason and Jonah. They would never hurt her.

She entered the packs main home spot; it was always a surprise to see giant wolves, lounging on the outskirts of giant houses that shouldn’t be in the middle of the forest. Being rich businessmen the alphas tended to have money.

When the wolves registered her scent they bowed and she smiled shakily until she found the object of her attention. Louis was with his wife in human form. At about six foot his essence radiated a power that was just below her mates, the rightful Alpha. He looked like her mate as well, only a few inches short, bulkier and with long blonde hair and light blue eyes. He spotted her and smiled showing off the sharp teeth they all attainted. She smiled back with the familiar family feeling settling her speeding heartbeat.

“Louis, Olivia. How are you guys? Where’s Jason and Jonah?” Olivia was a submissive Alphena so she simply regarded Louis to answer.

“Mari it is a pleasure to see you,” he started and she wanted to roll her eyes at his old fashioned talk. Well she couldn’t blame him for being born two hundred year ago, “We fare well. Jason is away as of now and Jonah is lurking about here. What brings you here? Is Marcus well?” She winced a little, glancing at the watchful stares.

“Louis, would it be okay if we discussed matter elsewhere?” A little more private please?

He bobbed a nod, brushing Olivia’s heated face and starting off toward the largest of houses, the Alpha’s domain. When they entered Louis dropped the all powerful façade and breathed a heavy sigh before settling himself on the bottom marble step.

Mari liked him better when he was himself. Not the expected Alpha.

“What’s happened now Mari?” She sighed a little, setting herself beside him with a sorry feeling. She might’ve been wrong to bother him.

“It’s the alpha wolf Louis…I want him gone,” she whispered, eyes focused on her hands. His eyes were on her and she looked up to find them curious.

“What be the reason? He has done naught a thing to bother us so far…On the contrary his mother is quite the female.” Mari knew Louis was being polite; he was mate to his wife, meaning he had eyes only for her.

“I,” she cleared her throat, “I fear he’s mated mine daughter,” she said defeated. She knew his blue eyes were worried, unsure and disbelieving. It was expected.

“What say Marcus?” She knew Louis would understand her point of view. Marcus had always been the gentle and giving while Louis was protective as she was. Even if he didn’t know her daughter she knew she could rely on him.

Blood meant everything to the Lycans.

“You know your brother…He says it’s her choice. But Louis I cannot let her be harmed again. He nodded, blue eyes hard.

“I shall see him, but I will keep his Mahmen and sister. They have not wronged me.” That was all she was asking for.

“I am forever indebted.”

_______________________________________________________________________________________(Rosa):

My therapist was turning into a wolf…in front of me. I tried to rise only to fall right back down. God why was I such a coward?

I watched in horror as Sebastien began to change, yet it was only his hand. His hands bones pop and reformed, finger growing to claws, fur sporting and the hand bemoaning a freaking paw!

I couldn’t see his face but I knew his eyes were black. And I hated it.

Dr. James was now retreating, looking as if she were having a seizure. In the back of my mind I knew I should be worried about her health. Sebastien was obviously the stronger wolf…a wolf shaking with unheard fury. My mouth wouldn’t make a sound though as I watched Sebastien stalk towards Dr. James as if she were his . . . prey.

I had to do something…I had to fix this.

“Bastien,” I choked and to my relief he froze…but he remained that way. Frozen until Dr. James let out a growl and he went for her once more.

I don’t know why but instead of talking I screamed loudly in my head, Stop! Sebastien...don't hurt her!,

focusing hard on him and praying he heard me.

In the back of my mind I wonder how nobody heard—noticed the entire ruckus…How had no one seen her break the damn door down? Why the hell was I always left in the dark?

To my horror Sebastien was still fixed on Dr. James who appeared to be crying. I could not tell my vision was too hazy, focusing in and out every few seconds.

Sebastien you will not hurt her! Do you hear me?

To my complete relief he stopped again, his head turning in my direction. I closed my eyes against a cringe, his face was a mask of death...his canines were cutting into his bottom lip, his eyes were total darkness. Looking back up, I couldn’t help but cringe at that hatred in those lifeless depths.

A flash of His dark eyes instantly came to mind as I shook, trying to scoot away.

Sebastien’s eyes flashed a hazel before returning to black and I suddenly understood that I wasn’t looking at my mate…but his wolf. But my mate was there…he was fighting and that gave me enough strength to heft my body up as my weight was supported by the wall.

The room I noticed vaguely was destroyed. I didn’t realize until then, the sofa was torn into the book cases that were knocked over. The window beside my therapist was broken, glass covering the floors and I had no inkling as to how it happened.

“Come here,” I whispered the order to Sebastien. He didn’t hear me though as he walked toward Dr. James again, only feet away and his hand—paw flexed, claws extending as Dr. James sobbed.

I couldn’t take it anymore as I stumbled for him.

“Sebastien you’re scaring me!” I don’t know what it was…A cry, scream, choke…but it worked as he turned for me, his eyes still black pits but gleaming with some emotion. I fell as he came to me, exhaustion making me weak as I held his gaze, trying to be brave enough for my therapist. He fell to his knees beside me and I swear he purred and closed his eyes.

And then I felt him. My mate.

I no longer was afraid for Dr. James…I knew my mate wouldn’t harm her so I dropped my head and finally….finally let the blissful rest snag me.

Unknown Power (Bastien):

I fought against the pain that made my head feel as if it were being split into a million pieces. The power I was using was immense as I tried to stop myself—my wolf from murdering the she-wolf.

But it would be so easy to let him have his way…to kill who had dared to try and hurt what was outs…so fucking simple.

No! I was shouting it in my head as the splinting pains lodged itself harder into my skull, daring me to attempt and stop it.

If I’d been in control of my body I would have passed out the pain was too much. My mind was in swirls and I couldn’t seem to focus on one thing.

It was all coming to me in sickening blows. The abuse I took for my mother and sister to protect them, the growing hatred my sister harbored for me, the pack members who yearned for my death, the growing hatred I even held for myself. . .Every single fuck up hit me hard in the chest as I kept the pain locked away.
Betrayed, you were betrayed! Nobody had ever loved you Bastien! Let me show you what it means to love! Let me protect what is ours!

God no, I cried to the darker angrier side of my wolf…Yet I was in denial at my answer.

Yes…yes. Just make the voice stop! Make the pain go away!” It was a agonized plea…one that came from my mouth as I wondered why I didn’t just die…God death sounded so . . .wonderful. My wolf, however, snarled happily allowing me to watch from his—my eyes as we—he stalked toward the therapist…A substitute for the others.

Stop! Sebastien don’t hurt her!

It was her beautiful whisper in my mind…Oh yeah…it was her…mine the only rose that called me Sebastien…My beautiful rose. Maybe I should stop this….Nooooopppeeee I thought happily at the peaceful haze.

But God what was I thinking? Hell what was I doing? I couldn’t…hurt this she-wolf for nothing…yet I was trapped. My wolf was so focused on keeping everyone from knowing what was going on in the room and avenging me and my mate that he didn’t hear a single thing…

Oh but my sweet Rosa did… I needed her. For the first time I was willing to admit…I needed her.

Sebastien you will not hurt her! Do you hear me?

Loud and clear I thought with a laugh. I felt myself fading from my own body. How fun.

Thankfully my wolf heard her then and the rage that filled us decreased, bringing me back down into myself. The pain had being to fade again as well. When he turned back I gained more strength, demanding his obedience. Trying to regain the control.

Rosa cringed then and so did my wolf, power failing him for a split second before he reminded himself he could make our hurt go away…

For fuck’s sakes, he began forward, slightly more determined.

Then that soft whisper flooded our ears, caressing them, “Come here.” My wolf ignored her again, but I fought on. I would not let this happen.

You will stop. I am in control and I command it.

I laughed; I knew where my arrogance came from.

Whatever.

I realized then that neither of us were in control…No, Rosa was in control.

“Sebastien,” my heart stopped at her failing voice. “You’re scaring me!” And we were fucking shredded into scattered pieces. Our hurt long forgotten we immediately rushed to her with tenderness I hadn’t thought my wolf capable of. She looked terrified and I loathed it with everything in me.

So much that I pushed my wolf out and with a blink everything returned. I was in my own mind, my own body…

Forcefully I caught my breathing, keeping my defensive walls up and turning to the doctor who was crying in racking sobs. I felt no pity.

Rosa went limp then and I growled a little, lifting her from the hard floor in one arm and striding to the messed up coach and pushing it in a right position. Only then did I lie her down.

My head spun as I turned, aware of the acidic pain coursing through me but ignoring it to deal with the she-wolf.

“Alright doctor,” I sounded tired to my own ears. “You are going to get yourself together. You hear me?” She sobbed a little more but nonetheless nodded, smelling heavily of fear. I smiled evilly.

“Good…that’s good,” I wondered. “Now you are going to tell them exactly this. You were robbed; Rosa escaped out the window and took off. Give me your keys,” I commanded and she pointed a shaky finger to the floor. The key was there beside a crinkled notepad. Keeping my sense on her I knelt, grabbing the key and going to the file holder and grabbed any files. I’d throw them away later.

“You’re going to say you didn’t see the thief’s face. That clear?” She gave a muffled whine but again nodded. “One more thing…If you ever lay a finger on her again…It will be your last move,” I promised.

Then I nodded at her, lifting Rosa before walking out. Everything was frozen I noticed as I slipped through the doors, not dropping my defenses until I laid Rosa into the backseat.

Then I quickly left, listening to the shouts.

Job done.

I drove quickly as I could, going crazy over the previous events. My wolf was stronger than I’d given him credit for…He was furious. But I gained more power…Oh yeah I could feel how much in my pain. My hand had shifted yet I remained in human from…That was something many wolves could not do, yet I felt no praise. Only dismay.

I shook myself, realizing I had built defensive walls, meaning nobody could hear, see, sense anything going on around the place I protected. That, I decided, was a plus.

I groaned a little, feeling an unknown dizziness sweep over me. My eyes were even heavy and…leaking.

“Oh hell,” I muttered. Was I crying? I wiped at my face, finding the dark blood. With a curse I pressed the gas harder. This was bad.

When I finally made it to Rosa’s I was half asleep, mumbling some shit about love as I retrieved Rosa. She moaned a little when I lifted her but I ignored her, grabbing the key from my pocket and opening the door. I kicked it closed as I stumbled up the stairs.

God I was so tired…My eyes were still leaking as I got her boots off and put her in bed before tucking the blankets over her.

There she was comfortable, I thought as my eyes flickered closed. It felt to good…

Darkness became my blissful haven.

Cravings (Rosa):

With a sigh I threw the heavy blankets from my body, feeling stuffy and hot despite the winter weather. Peeling my sweater and jeans off I grabbed my towel at the end of the bed and stretched, feeling an odd ache in my body.

Then everything came back in a rush as I glanced around, expecting my therapists office but finding my rooms surroundings.

Sebastien. I frantically stumbled towards the door, tripping over something hard. I hit the ground with an auible thump, wincing as the pain subsided and realizing what I’d tripped over. In the dimly lit room my eyes focused on Sebastien’s face, my breath catching at the blood there. His eyes and lips were swollen, skin paler than usual, cheeks blood stained.

Hastily I rose, deciding quickly that he was too heavy to lift, I jogged downstairs, filling a bowl with warm water and grabbing a dish towel before going back into my room.

The haziness was almost gone as I half heartedly wondered where everyone had disappeared to. Usually my parents were home by now, but the house was empty. With no time to really fret about it I knelt beside Sebastien, swabbing softly at his cheeks until it was cleaned of the blood. I thanked God my stomach wasn’t weak.

I placed the rag on his burning forehead then dumped the murky water and returned to find the rag hanging from my bed post on the opposite side of the room. He was still fast asleep.

I scoffed a little; even in sleep he was stubborn.

“You’re going to behave,” I huffed angrily, snatching the cold rag and a pillow. Bending again I pushed the pillow under his head and placed the rag in its previous place on his forehead.

Giving one fleeting look I entered the bathroom, hoping that when I got out he would cool down some. I left the door slightly ajar so I could hear in case of anything. My poor wolf I thought with a sigh as I scrubbed myself clean.

Thirty minutes later I snuck back into the room to find him still asleep. Walking passed him I dropped the towel, grabbing my lotion and massaging it into my skin.

“Mmm, just what any man would love waking up to.” Startled, I squeaked, self-consciously covering myself although he’d already seen my body. As I did so with the towel I took him in, noticing that he wore a small smile, his cheeks still streaked red in a flush. That couldn’t be good.

“Are you okay?” He nodded and I didn’t believe him. Clutching the towel tighter to my body I dropped to my knees, palming his forehead. As I suspected it was blazing hot.

“Where the hell is that rag?” He nodded in the direction across from us, sighing a little. Concern made my movements awkward as I ignored the rag; instead I returned downstairs to grab the first thing I touched from the freezer. I rushed back upstairs to find him sitting up now, his eyes bleeding again.

“God…” I choked. “We need to go to the hospital. You’re bleeding from your…eyes.” His hand touched his eyes as if he hadn’t even realized it.

“Nah it'll heal. It’s just a…a symptom…happens after using too much power. Don’t worry this is actually alright…I mean hopefully I won’t regurgitate blood,” he managed. Hopefully, I thought with a shake of my head before I pushed the freezing packet onto his forehead.

Peas? I almost laughed, I’d given him peas. Before I could be really amused he flung the packet onto the floor beside him.

“Shit, that freezing!” he complained. I rolled my eyes, crawling beside him and wiping the blood from his face before pushing the peas back there. I kept my hands there despite the cold.

“Stop that. Your fingers are gonna fall off.” If it kept him from throwing up blood I didn’t mind.

“I can do without them.” He sighed, his hands prying my finger off but he kept the package in place. Good boy I thought teasingly, Nurse Rosa will make it all better.

“Nurse Rosa?” I gaped in horror. His eyes were drooping as he barked a laugh. “What? You said it.”

“I didn’t say anything! Get out of my head.” His eyes flickered with emotion, closing before I could tell which. I gritted my teeth, convincing myself that he was just too exhausted to answer.

“Sweet dreams Wolf Boy,” I whispered, beyond worried. I wished I knew more about Werewolves.

“Quit worrying…Nurse Roza,” his words were slurred before he slumped a little. I grinned warily, finished dressing in black shorts and a button up. For a while I watched him like that. He looked troubled; his eyebrows set deep above his sharp cheekbones.

Feeling useless, I headed downstairs, careful not to disturb him. 

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“What do you mean dads away on business and mom won’t be home for three hours?” I hissed into the phone. “Where are you!?” Shooting a glance at the clock I realized it was already eight o’clock.

On the other line my sister answered, “I’m with Josh but I’m coming back soon! I promise, please don’t be upset.” I opened my mouth to tell her I was just that when strong arms snaked around my waist, yanking my body lush against the hard plains of a male body. My males’ body.

I leaned in a little, inhaled the strong scent that I never got enough of. He nuzzled my neck, his breath making goose-bumps form along my body as I shivered. I forgot how to speak…how to breathe for a moment.

“Rosa! Are you there?” I jumped a little.

“Um, yeah. Sorry about that, I’m...Yeah I’m not angry. But I gotta go,” I hung up, whirling around to face Sebastien. To my relief he looked well…better than better. His skin had taken on its light bronze tint again, his hazel eyes sparking and his hair loose. He pushed me backwards until my back hit the counter.

“I guess you’re feeling better,” I said breathlessly. He smiled a little, showing off white sharp points, before he lifted me onto the counter.

“Much.” That one word was husky and dry, smoldering with a heat that made me yearn for him. Still being taller than me bent a little, his month was so close and I had to close the distance as my body came alive, my hands tangling in his silky rough hair. Our tongues tangled and soon I had to rip away, gasping for air as his lips began a searing trail down my neck.

The pleasure blocked everything but him from my mind. I wanted more and that was the only thing I could think as my legs wrapped around his waist, pressing his erection to my most intimate part as the breath left me. Sebastien growl echoed through the house as I shivered my arms around his shoulders. Then we were in motion, going so fast that everything was a blur and then we were on my bed, the door closed and locked.

And then his lips were on mine again, taking the edge off my need.

“Dammit,” he muttered softly. His hands shook as he tried the buttons on my shirt. I smiled, pushing his hands away with a teasing smile. Slowly I unbuttoned the first one, relishing in his sharp intake of breath, the airs sizzled as I continued to the second one. My sex ached as I reached midway, his hazel eyes focused on me, he licked his lips.

His hands suddenly grabbed my shirt and with a dark chuckle he ripped it, causing the rest of the buttons to go flying. I gasped, glaring as he pulled the selves down and threw the now destroyed shirt across the room. I’d been fond of that one!

My bra was next to go and then his large hands were cupping them, toying with my nipples between his fingers, torturing me. I moaned appreciatively, my blood molten lava. I wanted to touch him…badly enough that my hands grabbed the seam of his shirt and yanked it. He allowed me to pull it over his chest and threw it across the room where the other articles of clothing lay close by. I ran my hands down that smooth hot skin, biting into my lip as he chuckled.

“God…I want you,” his voice was harsh against my cheek.

“Please,” I begged, trailing my hands over his back. He needed no more convincing as he kissed me. Boldly I brushed his sharp canines and he tensed.

I wanted him to bite me so bad..

“God you’re torturing me. I want to sink my teeth into your soft skin. I want your blood to flood my mouth. I want to mark you. I. Want. You. To. Know. Who. You. Belong. To.” I moaned again, biting his lip and doing something I hadn’t thought to ever do.

I pressed my tongue into his canine, whimpering softly at the luscious sting of pain. He groaned into my mouth, his mouth sucking on mine as surrendered to him.

His hands worked the buttons of my shorts, pulling them down my legs until my panties followed. He pulled away, his eyes drinking me in and I didn’t feel self-conscious when he looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

“You’re so. . . God you’re incredible baby.” I smiled in a haze, my hands trailing down his belly, he flexed under my touch, shuddering as his eyes closed and I felt a rush go through my veins.

He was as much mine as I was his.

Before he could stop me I was unbuttoning his jeans, and tugging them down his hips, my eyes widening as I took in the size of him. Huge. He stood straight at attention, hard, thick and long. I wanted to touch him and as I reached forward he gripped my hand, grinning before he pulled away. I plopped onto the bed again, closing my eyes and focusing on the ache between my legs.

But all thoughts were cut off as he hands touched my body; his mouth began exploring me, leaving no skin untouched. With a gasp I jerked, his lips covered my sex, meeting the ache head on as I tangled my hands into his hair, digging my head into the pillows as his lips did things to my whole body, making me quiver everywhere.

“Please,” I panted as he nipped at my sensitive nub. I was getting so close, my hips grinding into his face as two fingers sunk into me, moving in a circle, round and round.

“Give it to me baby,” he groaned and I spiraled into an orgasm that went on and on.

My eyes were slightly open as he knelt between my thighs, his hands on my hips as I wiggled closer. He was hot against me next, the tip of him rubbing along my wetness. As he continued his torment I whimpered, wanting him in me. To claim me.

Soon the tip of him was in me though and I closed my eyes tighter. His hips rocked softly, each thrust forward bringing him further into me. Tears stung my eyes as I fought the pain, feeling stretched and full even though he wasn’t half way inside me.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it better,” he bit out and my eyes flew open as he slammed into me. I cried out, pain and pleasure making my vision clouded. He reached between us and stroked my clit I sighed, feeling the pain fade into something better…something lovely.

He grabbed his left hand in mine and began to move his hips, his breathing heavy as mine. My moan was muffled by his lips as eradicated the ache within me with each sharp, sweet thrust. Soon I was meeting him, my hips grinding into his. I felt him press a kiss to my neck and I froze with anticipation flooded me; I arched my neck. His thrusts were coming quicker so when his teeth pierced the skin of my neck I cried out, my nails digging into his back to clutch him closer.

He was mine.

“Bite me,” it was a 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 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 sent me to voicemail and my heart sunk in my chest. Closing my eyes I tried for a last time…

“What the fuck is so important that you won’t leave me be?” I closed my eyes prepared to beg.

“Please sister mine…I’m begging you to help me,” I breathed without hesitation.

“What are you asking of me?” Her tone wasn’t the slightest softer but she was listening and that was enough. I stumbled over my words until finally I finished the story and waited for her to tell me to fuck off once more.

“Where are you?” Feeling clogged my throat and I hemmed twice, closing my eyes as I told her the address.

“Thank you sister mine,” I whispered in French. The line went dead, leaving me with nothing but growing insanity and panic. I looked down at my hands and they shook as I paced. I’d always known having Rosa was too much good luck for me…

Aimee appeared then in human form. She stalked up to me, blue eyes blazing as she slapped me. My cheek was beginning to sting from all the blows although I only felt a pinprick of pain…

“I hate you! I really fucking hate your sorry ass!” She screamed as she shook her tiny form vibrating under her rage. I didn’t speak. “But damn me to hell, I’m going to help you…because you helped me…” I was so shocked my eyes wouldn’t blink. She stared at me with misty eyes. “Yeah...you tried.” I opened my mouth and inhaled a gulp of air, forcing down the emotions.

“Come.” My voice was raw as I started for the woods, inhaling deeply the welcoming sick scent that polluted the air.

“Good God,” Aimee croaked, “That smells like death.” I nodded.

“I need you to track that scent for me Aimee. Now please,” I told her desperately. With guarded blue eyes she left me to shirt. I stripped and tore into a large wolf, holding my clothes in my mouth with care.

In seconds she returned in true form she sniffed the area, her blue eyes narrowed slits. Without any indication of where she was going she sped into the woods, I was by her side.

I could focus on nothing but getting to mine. In my blood I felt us getting closer but the farther away from the mountains we went…

So you were really kicked out of another pack huh?

I didn’t answer as she growled. 

Why does it matter?

I cracked. 

It doesn’t. I am…relieved.

 

The stark emotion, the relief, in that sentence rammed at my chest but I couldn’t allow this to alter my focus…No, it didn’t matter. I could mourn that later. Now was Rosalina.

My wolf was raging with bloodlust, causing me a head ache while my mate kept kicking me with agony in the chest. Putain.

Aimee was all sped but I was quicker so as soon as she lost speed I pushed myself further.

Until I realized she had completely stopped going in my direction. Cart-wheeling around I followed on her heels, pushing through the trees into an open…clearing? Holy fucking hell. Aimee proceeded and there in plain sight was a barn, painted white and dark blue it was sturdy looking, made up of wood. The entry was closed.

Aimee stopped. Gratitude welled in me, Thank you sister mine. I am forever in your debt.

This doesn’t feel right.

 

Her voice was just a breath in my mind and it was abrupt then…I knew it…death was coming tonight.

For me. I went numb…

I wished I could’ve given you a better life…That I could have sheltered you from fathern...From myself. But know this…I tried my best…Even though it was no where near good enough, I just wanted to…shit yeah…I just wish…I wished you could’ve loved me…But I’m ready to let it go now sister mine. I will always love you anyway…Goodbye Aimee, blooded sister mine.

Her shoulders were slouched as she stared at the ground, her claws digging into the ground with so much tension that it was a surprise she didn’t lunge for me. 

If I hear nothing in the next hour I will report to the alpha.

 

And that was that, she was gone without a backwards glance.

I shook myself, shifting and pulling on clothes. I walked towards the barns doors, my senses on full alert. I heard nothing….just eerie silence as I smelt my mates lavender scent… It surrounded the place. Along with light traces of other scents…Fuck.

My sanity urged me to approach another way but my mind said screw sanity so with a growl I nearly ripped the barn door down.

It was dark in the barn; I made out a table and poles…chains… My blood froze and I didn’t know what to expect as I turned…but it wasn’t what I found.

Everything faded but my mate. She sat in an old wooden chair, her legs and arms pinned to the chair but otherwise she looked unharmed. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth gagged closed. Oh God.

I almost lost it as I worked my numb legs closer. I removed the rag from her mouth just as she cried out my name.

Before I understood someone was behind me a gun shot was fired. I whirled around, feeling a fire claw at my back but I saw nothing but red. The need to protect mine was so fierce that with a roar I lunged. The shotgun the human held was fired again just as I dug my teeth into his neck, twisting until it snapped. The sound was glorious avenge.

There was a little whimper. Rosa. I turned and stepped for her but instead feel to my knees.

What the hell?

Everything begun to spin and then…exploded white as I lost it.

Set Free (Rosa):

Pain flooded my body as the gun fire went off. But nothing hit me. God but it hurt, raw fire clawing my stomach as Sebastien went for the human I heard another gun shot and cried out a little at the pain in my lower back.

This wasn’t my pain. It was Sebastien’s. I whimpered, trying to get him to stop just as he turned. He looked gloriously lethal. But he was bleeding…so much blood as he stepped forward, his hazel eyes sharp, his knees buckled.

Two humans came running then and the one with the sledgehammer and I screamed; my eyes snapping closed just as I heard the agonizing crack! I went limp as all pain left me…I forced my eyes open, just in time to see the two humans dragged Sebastien’s unconscious body away, blood smeared the grounds before they grunted as lifted his body onto the same table that He had laid me two years back.

Something snapped in me as I watched them bind my mates’ wrist and I began to shake, rage clouding my vision as I struggled against the binds that held me from killing those humans.

I didn’t give a shit that it was murder they were going to hurt mine! My fear was gone as if it had never existed I was ready to kill Him. So ready.

As if answering my prayers He stepped into my line of vision. And it was just Him and me. I couldn’t remember him before but now…God he was just as I remembered. Tall and lanky, to slender…pale, hollow face…dressed like he was going to a fancy restaurant…but it was the eyes that made me cringe a little…Hollow pits…Scarred badly the left was white fire and the right one was black, complete darkness.

A smile lit His features as He took a step forward; seeming to forget the dead man at His feet He stepped on him. With a growl every man in the barn recoiled. Somewhere behind me I heard my mothers muffled sobs but I couldn’t focus on her…

“Get rid of that.” He pointed at the dead man. After it was gone He looked back at me. I wanted to throw up, the sick happiness on his face.

He began at me and I straightened, glaring with hatred. “You see what you’ve done my darling? If you would have just behaved I wouldn’t have to torture him to death…Although I do like a bit of fun.” His face was close to mine now, his lips brushing my ear. I flinched, disgusted as fear tinged my rage.

“Love makes you do crazy things doesn’t it? God you look even lovelier than the last time I saw you…And you’ve recovered your hard edge,” he said softly, rough fingers on my neck. My stomach tightened and I felt ready to faint. Instead I head butted Him, seeing stars as my head swam while he laughed making me shiver.

“I hate you! You’re such a sick bastard! I hope you rot in hell,” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I hated him so much more than could be said.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I stopped speaking automatically, snapping my mouth shut and forgetting my struggles. They only amused him more. When he crouched in front of me I met his eyes, the sick adoration I saw there made me feel like running. And I had the feeling that if I wasn’t tied up I wouldn’t…because I never could before. He followed be everywhere and then I remembered…every little detail that had happened two years back.

Every cut being ripped open in my heart as the last of my tears fell. No longer would He control me.

“You always had more fight in you than that twin of yours…That exactly why I mated you. You tame the devil in me darling. And I promise when I finish the rest of them I will show you just how much I love—need you.” I closed my eyes as the memories replayed in my head, the raping…the beatings…the love. I felt like I was back there as I turned my head, searching for some sign that I was in the present…And there he was. Mine. God they were still tying him down…and he was giving no struggle…

I sent up a prayer that somehow…They would get out safe…

And then I was screaming as pain clawed up my neck. I screamed and screamed, feeling weaker when I heard a male—Sebastien’s hoarse shout. I wanted to turn but the pain was too great and my neck was locked in an iron hold, my vision fading in and out. I shook my head widely, realizing he’d bitten me…Tears threatened to overflow my eyes it hurt so bad but I promised I wouldn’t cry, ever again for Him. I managed to keep them at bay, focusing on Sebastien; he was arching up on the table, bleeding immensely, blood soaking his shirt.

The pain faded out as He stepped away, “Much better. Now that I’ve bitten you you’re life forces are no longer bonded…So he will die without you.” I kept my eyes on Sebastien, ignoring him completely.

Wake up Sebastien…I need you to wake up. I was inwardly shouting it at him. And his body jerked…I knew he was awake again. My keeper knew it too since rose, untying my bids. I threw a kick but was off my feet before I knew it happened, both my hands being held behind my back as he walked.

“Heed no worry Darling. He can’t get loose of the bob wire; it will cut his hands right off. We’re fairly safe…” My head spun as I went limp, fear for Sebastien causing my fresh tears. He pushed me right in Sebastien’s line of view, grabbing a fist full of my matted hair and yanking it so my wounded neck was revealed. I stifled a sob.

Sebastien roared, yanking hard against the bob wire and I shook my head, knowing he was cutting himself.

“Are you not Simon’s offspring?” Sebastien froze, the air did as well as He spoke, “Hmm, seems so. This is going to be such a waste of Alpha masochism…Ah well, watch me claim what is mine!”His voice was smugly pleased as my head was slammed backward. I gritted my teeth preparing for the white branding pain…but nothing could prepare anyone for it.

Searing…hot…I screamed at the same time as Sebastien and I hated that he felt my hurt. My eyes squeezed tightly as I clamped my mouth shut, dizziness making me sway. Everything was beginning to fade, the nauseating pulls at my neck being the only thing I felt now, my arms were so heavy…

There was a loud pop that made me long to open my heavy lids but I didn’t wanna…Another pop! I forced my lids to peel, my breath catching as Sebastien’s black eyes as he ripped the last of the bob wire at his ankles off with his claws. I flinched as he smiled; canines elongated . . . smile sadistic, eyes empty fire…

Oh no, no, no. . . . not mine . . . he wasn’t ever empty. . . I trembled, seeing an insanity I hadn’t seen in him ever before.

I didn’t see Sebastien pounce ether but one minute I was in His arms and the next I was bounding into the grounds, my ears ringing as pain exploded and blood flooded my mouth…I refused to lose consciousness. I had to help…somehow.

Looking around I crawled to a rigged table, thanking God when I grabbed a knife. The men from earlier where nowhere in sight though…

Growls and bangs echoed from behind me and I shook, refusing to look back and lose my train of thoughts. Crawling I made it to my mother, cutting her hands and feet loose of the ropes but she was unconscious…no help there.


A few feet away I did the same to Isaac’s unconscious body, checking his pulse to find it slow but there…Good…God that was good.

Closing my eyes I focused on breathing before I turned. The two wolves were so large, thankfully the barn was huge but still as they fought I found myself crying. I couldn’t keep track of the movements, fur blurring by and gurgled snarls . . .Then all went still as silent…Crack!

My eyes screwed shut . . .I was too much of a coward to look. . . Then I heard his raspy whisper and my heart shattered, “You can sleep well now baby, he’s gone…forever.”

Heaven was here after all, after all the hell. Heaven that turned into hell again as I looked up to see the men light the top of the barn on fire. Fumblingly I went to Sebastien, noticing the fresh wounds…God there was so much blood…his neck, his stomach…God where else?

Pulling my shirt off I pressed it to the bleeding hole in his stomach, his shirt was already gone.

And I prayed as I cried, prayed God was playing some sick jock and I wouldn’t have to say goodbye…

The End (Bastien):

I was floating, somewhere so high nothing was touching me. . . Nothing but the soft sniffles from my mate. My eyes were heavy as I forced them open, wondering where my arms and legs were…why couldn’t I see them?

You’re happy to die aren’t you bastard? I grinned a little, the loud snarl of my wolf made me want to laugh. . . Was I really grinned? I blinked harshly as my mate ripped off her shirt. I wanted to growl, to tell her to cover herself but my voice wasn’t working right. . . Dammit.

She pressed the shirt to what I thought was my stomach and I longed to make her feel better as she wiped a tear away. . . but I already realized this was the end. It was scary as hell, leaving her all alone. . . but it was worth it.

She could be happy now. Live that normal life she’d always wanted. Selfishly I hoped she would miss me. . .think of me.

With all the strength I had left I lifted a heavy arm, prying her hands from my stomach.

“Leave now Rosa . . . take your Mahmen and Isaac home and be safe. Promise me?” God why was it hurting to speak? My lungs struggled to intake air as she shook her head. So beautiful . . . so brave.

“No, no, no,” she mumbled shakily. “I will not leave you here…I can’t leave you here,” she wept, trying to push on her already soaking shirt. I shushed her lightly, wishing I could kiss her one last time…

I couldn’t seem to fight the darkness clogging my vision though.

“Hey,” I grumbled. “I fought hard for you, now it’s your turn to fight hard for me. Leave…Leave…Leave…Leave…” I repeated sadly, hearing my wolf howl in response.

“Stop saying that…You’re going to be fine…I mean you have to be fine.” Wrong, my wolf snarled, pushing me to continue the fight that had I had no chance at winning. My body wasn’t healing itself…My mind wasn’t in a better state. My wolf was snarling, my father was laughing, and I couldn’t think!

“No baby I won’t be….This is the best end I could have hoped for. You’re safe and live…You can be happy. The marks are fading.” I felt another wolf nearby but I knew who it was so I tripped over my words in French, “One day you’ll understand that I loved you more than life itself . . . but I’m a monster in the making. Its best I die…It’s for the best. My fathern . . .me…We’re two demons in the same body. . .and I’ve never been able to make the right choices. He hurt me . . . and he hurt my sister . . . now he wants to hurt you. I’m fucking crazy, but I love you to much to allow you into the nightmare called my head. . . I love you. . . Goodbye sweet Rosa. . .It was always…you.” Panic was rising in me at the confession. And fear made it worse. . . Was I going to hell with him? Oh, God.

With blurry vision I watched as Jason appeared. I smiled when he grabbed Rosa’s struggling body away from me, throwing her over his shoulder before grabbing Isaac and her mother as well.

Then he looked back and I let myself go limp with a smile, hoping he’d understand that was the best thank you I could give. His mouth opened but I heard nothing, then he disappeared from my view.

I was all alone once more, left in my head as daddy screamed at me to join him in darkness and my wolf sneered at me to stay awake…but Rosa was safe…

That’s all I needed to be free and let the world slip from my grasp. Let the searing shadows have me.

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(Rosa's POV)

“Leave me! Please!” I screamed as Jason dragged me away, his arms to tight it hurt my ribs. I clawed at him, sobbing and screaming. The pain was nothing compared to the pain of losing mine. As we exited the burning barn the air was black and foggy. I bit into Jason’s shoulder with rage. The only thing I could think clearly was of Sebastien, his afraid hazel eyes closing.

Jason cursed his arms automatically loosening as I kicked him in the face, flinging myself onto the ground and running as fast as I could, choking on the polluted air and only hearing the barns cracking wood in the back of my head.

“Please, please,” I screamed before I was trampled again.

“Stop it Rosalina! Let. Him. Go.” Jason pointed to my side. No! I cried out as my marks ends began to disappear, their blackness fading with a quickness that killed me inside. When Jason moved off me, I thought to run but my father appeared. His blue eyes were mirroring my despair. . . I couldn’t breath as the front of the barns collapsed, my began to shake uncontrollably.

“D-daddy please, I can’t live without him,” I begged in a whisper, dashing for the barns rear. Again, I didn’t get far before my father gripped my arm. I hated them all in that moment.

“Take her Jason,” he hollered as I began to struggle, my eyes focused on my only way to him….”I’m so sorry Rosa.”

Rosalina's Hope (Rosa):

Nurses POV:

The sliding doors to the hospital opened, followed by a loud crashing as Nurse Grace glanced at the upcoming patient. She gasped, about twelve large men, the size of bulldozers hustled in, and all looked emotionless though the air around them was tense. But they were not the patients. In the arms of on of the younger men with golden blonde hair was a tiny boy who was deathly pale in his unconscious state. Another, taller man whose power animated from him held a younger woman with brown hair in his arms; she was awake and sobbing viciously. They were the best looking of the four. The man, who held the brown haired woman, resembled the next man in power and looks, he held a younger girl who was unconscious, and her face was pale as she mumbled something that sounded close to Beston? 

The last man was the worst of them all though. His dark hair was sticking up in clumps, blood everywhere and by the look of it, his jugular might’ve been torn out he was bleeding so much by the neck.

Jumping she rushed ahead of them calling for every nurse and doctor available. When the four patients were taken away in stretchers, she confirmed that two were getting blood transfusions, one just had some scratches and contusions but was pretty unstable, and the dark haired male was going to need surgery for bullet wounds, stitches, and possible concussion and internal bleeding.

Back in the waiting from, she saw all worried stares of the nine men, where on her. Most of them were athletically built with light hair but some had darker hair…They were all beautiful men. The scariest man with short blond hair turned his scorching troubled blue eyes on her and she almost made a run for it. There men were prevailing, not to be toyed with.

Despite his power though, the man talked in a hushed tone, “Please tell me, are they going to be alright?” She automatically nodded with sympathy though she wasn’t supposed to tell them any information until she knew what went down and who they were to the patients.

Another man, the brother of Mr. Worried, but with longer hair stepped forward.

“Do you know or not?” Her eyes widened in fear as her tummy tightened.

“Yes…N-no…,” she stumbled over her words. Mr. Worried grabbed Mr. Vicious by the shoulders, towing him back and the nodding. Relieved she spoke cleared in nurse mode.

“I need to know who you are to the patients and who they are.” My. Worried nodded but turned to Mr. Vicious who then sat his happy behind in a seat looking pretty darn upset bout it. Served him right.

“I’m Marcus Payne. The young blond female is Rosalina Bray Payne, my daughter, the dark-haired male is Sebastien Ceal Lacriox, my daughters…fiancée, the brown haired woman is my wife Marilyn Ann Payne and the young blonde boy is Isaac James Rolfs and that is a friend,” Marcus told her. She nodded, typing it all into the system though it went against her gut instinct. Surely the little girl, Rosalina wasn’t engaged to that man? It turned out that man was only twenty two years old. God, kids grew up fast these days she thought, got hurt and killed just was quickly.

“What happened tonight?” Marcus’s eyebrows creased and suddenly she couldn’t look away from those blue depths, drowning there as her mind went blank. Huh?

“You’re going to type it in as unknown alright?” She nodded obediently, doing as he said.
“And when we check out you won’t remember us okay?” Grace nodded…Her mind completely empty of thoughts relating with anything but his will.

He looked away then and she blinked, confused.

“Er…Where was I again? She looked between the men that were suddenly preoccupied with their nails or the ceilings…

“You were just going to tell us how long we have to wait,” he said softly. Gosh she was a lousy nurse.

“Let me go find out…” she hurried away to the other nurses who were cleaning up. When she arrived the two nurses were Tina and Scott, who were grabbing medical supplies.

“Scott!” he gave her a fleeting look. “How they bad are they?”

“Young blonde male is being give blood transfusions and fluids as well as the young dirty blonde female. Otherwise they’re good to go. The brown haired woman is a bit distraught right now, babbling about God knows what craziness but other than a bump on the noggin she will be fine. Now there’s a man, Dr. Palmer is takin’ him into surgery, removing the bullets, stitching his neck, wrists, and ankles. Then we’ll take him in for X-rays for internal injuries and do him in from CAT scans. Possible concussion and spinal injury as well, but for right now we’ll focus on stopping the bleeding and then get back to you. I’m tellin’ ya Grace, it will be a miracle if the guy survives. ” Holy Fuck. This was going to be long, long night.

The nurse nodded sullenly, heading back to the waiting room with a heavy heart.


ROSA'S POV:

A blinding like made my eyes automatically shut when they snapped open. Sebastien? I sat up so fast that I fell back in a head rush. Where was I? Where was he? Disoriented I looked around the familiar white room…machines…heart monitors…I.V....

“Relax sweetheart,” a pretty woman with red hair pressed me. The nurse?

“Sebastien…” I tried without success to move. No longer did I hurt physically, in fact I felt better, but emotionally I was dying. Where was my mate…

“Oh, Hunny, he’s right next door.” For a second relief stole my breathe…then I remembered all the blood…I had no will to ask if he was better…Instead I threw the crinkly sheet away from my body, pulling up the hospital dress. Tears clogged my vision…Only Sebastien’s marks remained but they were so light, still fading from my skin.

I wanted to scream at the unfairness of it….instead I dropped back on the pillow.

“You must be hurting…I’ll see for some morphine.” The nurse left then and I took the chance to rise. I was unsteady as I pulled the needle from my vein and the clip from my finger. Outside I went straight to the next room, finally seeing him.

The door was open slightly and I closed it behind me, sitting in the couch beside the bed. All the machines were going so slow…I stared at his face. Skin pale, his black hair was gone, cut in a skull trim, his eyes sunken in, but otherwise he looked normal. Handsome as ever, yet he was dying…how could he be dying?

Grabbing his hand, I pressed my trembling lips to it, shutting my eyes.

“I still don’t understand you,” I laughed shakily, knowing Sebastien couldn’t hear me. “If you die I might has well too…There’s no life without you. Nothing but cold nothingness…I find you never realized how much you mean to me, how much I love—need you…You brought me back to myself, “ it was the first time I realized just what he meant to me. “You’re my only hope...”

Taking a deep breath I stood and kissed cheek, imagining he would open his hazel eyes, but knowing he wouldn’t.

The thought was enough to kill me as I sobbed.

NURSES POV:

The look on the young girl, Rosalina’s, face was one Grace knew all to well, the ablaze anguish. She wore that look the day her sister had died. The day she began nursing.

As she entered the waiting room, all men shot up like missals.

“Isaac and Rosalina are awake, but need to rest for a few more hours. Marilyn is awake and in need of your assistance,” she spoke pointedly to Marcus. “Sebastien, I’m afraid, is still in critical condition.” The air became saddened as each man bowed his head.

Just then a heart monitor went off, the heartbeat stopped completely and she rushed into the Rosalina’s room. She was gone. And Grace knew exactly where to.

Peering into Sebastien’s room she found her and smiled sadly. How much better life would be is wishes came true.

One of the men, the brother, Mr. Vicious was standing right behind her. Her heartbeat pounded as she squeaked in surprise.

“How does she fare?” The guy was so old-fashioned. She didn’t comment but instead nodded a little.

“She’s fine but I would like to let her be for a moment or so.” Mr. Vicious nodded, turning on his heels and storming away. Well then. Looking back she found Sebastien’s heart beat slowly but steady and that was all they could hope for at that point.

His spine had been cracked under force; his head they found was spared. His jugular had been narrowly missed and now stitched as well as his wrists and ankles. The bullet wounds hit nothing severe and were now being stitched and he also had a cracked rib.

What the hell had happened? A sharp pain in her head made her think of something else…And she shook herself, returning to the waiting room to find it emptied, all besides one blonde man, the one who carried in Isaac, sat looking deathly pale in his seat. Ready to jump out of it. Somehow she guessed why.

“He’s in room 452, he’s still asleep though. And his parents should return soon.” With relieved blue eyes he was out of the room faster than she thought possible.

Love she thought grudgingly.

ROSA (TWO WEEKS LATER):

The sun was just beginning to rise. Sebastien was lying in the same spot he had two weeks earlier. Had not moved since. To everyone’s astonishment he was still breathing, but it was to my complete relief. He was alive….I had my hope still. Even if he wasn’t awake he was breathing and that was all I had to live off of.

Isaac left three days ago with his step mother, Jane and his father. My mother was gone as well, only my father remained in the hallway, only leaving at night. I never left. We moved to a large room, with a shower, but I was still scared I would miss something important so my father watched him while I showered.

Somehow I knew he felt my pain. Sebastien spoke yesterday, or groaned but it made my heart skip a beat. Then I shushed him, not wanting him to further hurt himself…He immediately stopped moving, making my heart sinking into its depression.

When I opened the door my father shot up and walked in, knowing what I was asking without actually asking the question. In the small bathroom I stepped into the showers hot water, not feeling any better I washed my body and hair. Then I dressed, stepping out. My father rose to leave; I stopped him.

“Daddy?” He crushed me to his chest. “Thank you…” I meant for everything. For saving my mate, for not giving up… for staying. We stood for awhile until he kissed my forehead and left.

Not knowing what to do without myself, I grabbed Sebastien’s left hand, retracting for the hundredth time his mark. My breathing stopped when his left twitched; still I didn’t dare look up, sure it was too good to be true.

He groaned and I stiffened, clutching his left hand and waiting for a response, any response. And just when I thought it wouldn’t come, he squeezed back a tiny bit.

I looked up with crying eyes, he was still under though. “Sebastien…”

Please God, please I prayed with a new found hope. Another choke or mumble left his lips and I knew I had to be strong for him.

“Shh,” I murmured. “Its okay…you’re…okay. Just go back to sleep, heal for me. I wanna see those hazel eyes open again,” I commanded, kissing his creased brow. He slumped, his left hand losing any pressure to my regret and relief.

Eventually I fell asleep but when I woke my hand still clenched his. He was asleep still but he looked better, color returned to his cheeks and I became more hopeful with the nurses.

I would wait for him however long it took. I would wait for him forever.

Awake at Last (Bastien):

I could not–desperate as I was–remain in the lifeless void that had swallowed me whole. In seconds, the beloved numbness disappeared and consciousness crashed into my lungs. I felt everything.

 

My head ached something sinful, my throat was uncomfortably dry and both my back and stomach were on fire! Or at least I thought so. My arms and legs…they were alright. Thank God.

 

My eyelids were heavy and I gave up, after seconds of failure, on trying to open them. Rosa? Where was Rosalina?

 

“I’m here,” that soft, low voice quelled the vicious panic momentarily. A small hand squeezed mine and impulsively, I squeezed back, using all the strength I possessed on that minute movement.  I had to see her…It was pure, feral need that forced my eyes open. For once, I was grateful for the darkness that kept my vision clear.

 

Naturally, Rosa’s pretty face was pale, but dark rings underlined her tire, anxious eyes–eyes that tears spilled over.

 

Why? I wondered in alarm. Why was she crying?

 

“D-on’t –,” her fingers traced my lips, silencing me as she smiled.

 

“No. Don’t speak, please.” I tried to nod, but my eyes shut and instead, I listened hard and found I could hear just fine. My senses were languid, but they worked…And that was…good. The healing process should begin soon, though it didn’t matter. All I wanted was my mate, safe and sound…

 

Someone entered the room then, and Rosa’s voice caressed my ears. “He needs more morphine.”

 

What? No! I struggled, my breathing coming harsh as the panic made a sudden return. No more sleep, I thought desperately. I didn’t want that darkness again…The nightmares…

 

Rosa! I just needed Rosa. Under my struggle, the burn blazed in my back and stomach, my chest panging dully. But all I really felt was Rosa’s hand, cupping my cheek and instantly, my body relaxed. The fight in me ceased.

 

“Hey…Hey, you need to sleep…”

 

“N-No,” I choked on my breath. “No…You….Just…ne…ed you.”

 

“I’m here,” she murmured gently. “And I’ll still be here when you wake up. I promise. But for now, you need to rest…Just a little while longer,” she cooed and I let out a heavy breath. My eyes began to sting weirdly. Alarmed, I opened my eyes…They were blurred with…tears?

 

I could not keep them from leaking…Fuck…She’s okay…Rosa’s…okay.

 

“Sebastien, relax. I can’t cry right now and you can’t afford too!” I didn’t care. The tears brimmed without any intention of stopping. I did not give two fucks.

 

All I knew was my lovely, dear Goddess of a mate was…

 

“I love you…” the words fell over me just as the darkness seemed too.

 

Two Days Later:

 

Pain. Jolted into consciousness, I could recognize the stinging pain running along my skin, leaving permanent scars. I was jostled. What the hell?

 

Cracking my eyes open, I winced at the bright rays of light, realizing, all at once, that I was in motion –being carried out of the hospital.

 

There was a grunt. “God. You’re heavier than I thought, boy.”

 

In confusion, I glanced up again, greeted by the sight of Rosa’s father. Hell, I thought. This was getting weird by the second.

 

Where was I going? Why? And where was Rosalina?

 

“She’s in the car,” the other male supplied just as a hot rush of pure acid went through my veins. I focused on keeping my breathing steady. What was going on?

 

“The healing process is just beginning so prepare for the worst. The silver bullet fragments are bound to hurt like hell…Plus, I will have to break your back into place once we’re home.” Holy…Christ.

 

Outside the brisk air was like heaven over my body and my roaming eyes finally landed on Rosa, seated in the driver’s side of a Jeep.

 

Rosa was…driving –my Rosa. How long had I been out?

 

Her father barked a laugh, as if hearing my thought…Oh, that’s right, he probably could. Damn, that meant he could hear how – The male growled and I recoiled from those thoughts. “Don’t push it, boy.”

 

I wished I could remember how to roll my eyes. He placed –dumped me into the backseat and my lips twitched to smile but I winced, my entire body jerking as I tried to keep the pain from consuming me.

 

Car doors slammed…then, we were on the road. My eyes rose to find Rosa in the passenger side. Thank God, I just saved us and I was not about to risk her life again. Never again.

 

“When do you think he will be completely healed?” Rosa asked her father. I anticipated the response.

 

“At the latest, tomorrow afternoon. It’s going to be one hell of a night for him, which is why we’re going home. He’s going to be screaming at the top of his lungs…He’ll need you.” My body emphasized the words –surely I should me in flames by now?

 

Rosa looked to me, eyes scared. I willed my arm to move but it weighted about a fucking ton. Even so, I managed, running my trembling fingers down her cheek. So soft.

 

From then on, everything came in tidal waves, coming and going as I remained on that fine line between consciousness and unconsciousness. We were in motion soon and every step my body retaliated cruelly, seeping with acid.

 

“Go…”a voice whispered. “He’ll be fine.” Yeah fucking right.

 

“I’m not leaving him,” her voice was far away…Don’t leave…Leave…No…Yes!

 

Something heavy and horribly warm landed on what I thought to be my shoulder. “This is going to hurt…but, not as bad as it would…” the words didn’t matter because that something slammed into me. Pain had my eyes snapping open as a sharp shout pierced the silence…

 

I shouted and shouted and shouted, but it made no difference. More pain–so much pain…Unbearable.

 

“Sorry…” a voice muttered.

 

The wolf came alive, but he could do nothing in defense. It made me furious…and happy…

Another agonized scream.

 

I could no longer keep track as the cracking sounds ate away my sanity. 

Recovery (Rosa):

Sebastien lay passed out in my bed and I bit my lip to keep from weeping.

“It was the best way Rosalina. If I hadn’t gone it, his body would have done it slower,” my father whispered as I hid my face in his chest, feeling like a little girl again. My father had to break his spine...otherwise he would not have made it. The doctors had said if he made it through they would pop it back into place but his body had other ideas.

Of course I understood why my father did it earlier, but I didn’t like it. I despised it…but refused to leave him… No matter how much stuff I put over my ears I still heard his screams. So here I was curled up in daddy’s arms, crying as my mother continually checked in and my sister slept obviously. Unaware of anything…that our parents were werewolves and our father an Alpha. For me it hadn’t been much of a surprise…I was so used to the unexpected.

“I’m so tired, “I mumbled feebly. And I was. I was tired of being hurt, of my mates’ pain; I was simply tired of all the fear, heartache, and confusion, tired of it all. I wanted to be held in Sebastien’s arms but I knew he wasn’t ready for that…

Soon I reminded myself, the only thing keeping me up. My dad’s arms tightened around me as I fell into sleep.


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Soon I heard rustling and jerked awake, all alone in the same hard chair in front of my bed. He was awake again I saw…automatically standing.

“Bastien?” He tried to speak but it came out as soft chokes. “Stop trying,” I said. He was sweating I saw, his eyes on the ice water on my bedside table. I grabbed it and a wet rag. Maneuvering so that he could drink I tipped the glass and he closed his eyes until the glass was empty.

I refilled it three times before he slumped; making a sound that was a purr or a groan…maybe a mixture.
“When you recover, we’re leaving,” I said with a smile, “Far away where nobody will ever find us.” His lips tipped a little. I yearned to leave, away from Colorado. I wanted to go somewhere no one even knew out names. Where we were just a couple of strangers.

“Love…you,” he choked.

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In a mad rush I woke up, all alone in my bed.

“Sebastien?” He came into view as I sat up, his back was too me. I crawled behind him, my hand on his back. His face was in his hands, his shoulders slouched. “It hurts?” He shrugged and I sighed, resting my hand on his hot shoulder. He was alive. Alive. I began to cry uncontrollably.

“I-I thought you were going to leave me…alone. I couldn’t breath…I couldn’t live without you,” I babbled, my control in shreds as he pulled me into his arms, laying me on top of him. Worried I lifted my head.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m…healed up,” he whispered unsurely. I nodded, lying back.

After awhile I sniffed. “You should probably get my sleep.”

“I’ve been asleep for a long rime haven’t I?” I nodded with a shaky laugh.

“Two weeks and three days,” I muttered grudgingly. The longest time of my life.

“I missed you.” One arm tightened around my waist. He winced and I glanced up.

“They cut off all my hair?” I laughed.

“Three times…It grew way too quickly. But it doesn’t look bad, “I offered. He rolled his eyes with a pouty lip.

“Well…I guess I won’t have to do it now.” Closing my eyes I snuggled closer to him, listening to his every breath and pounding heartbeat. My wolf….

My hope.

Our Start (Bastien):

Three days later:


“We’re not leaving until you graduate high school,” I argued with Rosa. She glared, mimicking my pose and crossing her arms over her chest.

“I can graduate somewhere else,” she persisted.

“No,” I began and she opened her mouth but I continued, “Hear me out first babe.” She scoffed but raised her eyebrows.

“Okay, first of all, I need to talk with my business assistants; they’re in charge of everything back in France. Then I need to find houses on no wolf’s territory…And since you’re still undecided where you wanna go; I need to figure it out alright? Then there’s the matter of pack meeting.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“It’s not fair that you’re going God knows where to figure things out and I’m stuck here…” I grinned, she already lost.

“I will be here most of the time…I’ll just be going away for a couple of weeks a month. I want everything to be perfect. Besides I already graduated once baby, and to be honest I’d rather not again.” She looked at the ground, her hands clenched as I knelt in front of her, making her meet my eyes.

“What are you thinking?” I didn’t know any longer….That fucking bastard had taken away our bond…He’s gone I reminded myself, stroking her cheek.

“I’m setting up rules.” God. I groaned.

“Rules?”

“Yes rules,” she shot back. “Now shut up and let me think.” I grinned, grabbing her waist and pulling her down into the grass. She giggled a little, kissing my cheek before pulling away.

“Nice try Wolf Boy,” she began walking away and I watched as she stepped by our creek. Love coiled in my stomach. She looked so lovely, the wind playing with her hair as she stared off. All mine.

I rose, realizing it was time we left.

“Come on loser, “I teased, “I have to get you home…”

She walked up to me and grabbed my hand as I walked her towards the car….

Everything was right...For now, everything was…blissfully perfect.

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