After Rozelin's family finished eating, they took her to the open-air living room. His mother motioned for him to sit on the dark leather sofa. After sitting in the middle with a cup of tea in hand, Alex knelt down beside her, his arm casually reaching over his back.
Just then, Damon entered the room, his gray straight hair damp from a fresh shower. He clutched at how yummy he looked, his presence tugging him to be near him once more. Rozelin shifted in her seat as she battled against these urges.
Damon's eyes hardened as he moved to the shifter sitting comfortably next to him, their bodies so close together that they almost touched. Rozelin felt Alex play with her hair then looked at Alex, a grin on her face, a glint of fun behind her eyes as she stared at the Alpha. He watched Damon's eyes darken, a low growl vibrating from his chest.
Rozelin moved Alex's hand away and took her feet off the coffee table she had just placed.
"What are you, an animal?" She scolded him.
Rozelin hissed at him with a playful look in her cat eyes; her own eyes warned her to treat her with sparkles.
"Those pretty eyes don't work on me, sweet cheek. I don't give orders."
"Sweet cheek?! Don't use that again. Not to me or any other woman for that matter." A cheeky grin on Alex's face made Rozelin smile; His smile and acting were contagious.
"Are you guys done?" Frank interrupted as he sank into the other seat next to her.
Rozelin grinned at him before her attention returned to her parents. They each sat down in a chair he had put together to sit side by side with Damon. Alpha stood behind them, arms folded, in all his fit glory. His powerful presence would have been a distraction had it not been for the expressions on his parents' faces that drew him back to the subject they needed to discuss.
"Rozelin, honey. We need to discuss this alone," her mother said quietly, her hands clutching her mug as she looked at Frank and Alex.
"Whatever you say to me, you can say it in front of them. Everyone seems to know more about me than I do," she snapped.
Rozelin immediately regretted the harshness in her voice as she watched her but her mother stare sadly at the ground.
"Rozelin!" Damon warned her. His voice sent a shiver down his spine, not fear but enjoying the sound of it, yet he snapped his teeth together with an audible 'Click'.
With a sigh, he spoke more gently, "So, I'm a werewolf descended from a powerful Alpha lineage, ah, and it seems my parents were the King and Queen of this pack? The pack that killed them."
Damon suddenly came towards him like a bull, a snarl that bit his lips, his eyes burning with anger. But before Frank could reach her, Frank limply leaped forward, jumping lithely on the back of the sofa and protectively as he spilled his cup on the floor. Alex got into Alpha's field of vision so Rozelin couldn't see it.
Rozelin was surprised that her eyes didn't shine or her nails hadn't changed, but she was more concerned with Frank at the moment. She had just watched the Alpha fight an hour ago, and she knew how deadly it was. What surprised him, though, was that he didn't fight Frank but stood in front of him, breathing heavily as he tried to control his anger as if he was reining in something.
"ENOUGH!" Rozelin raised her voice in a new, authoritative tone. She wandered around Alax to see Damon; her eyes then landed on Frank, who made a whining sound,
"Rozelin, please... don't, don't order me to step back. I'm protecting you. You're my Luna."
Luna?
"Frank, I'm not even a werewolf, let alone Luna.." He muttered under his breath, but heard everyone in the room staring at him.
"You are my Luna." Frank replied; He continued to face the Alpha as he spoke, his stance still protective. Rozelin couldn't find the words as she looked behind her head.
At Frank's words, the anger on his face dissipated as Damon's stance was replaced by surprise. He immediately returned to his original position, but he could see the hairy energy emanating from it. Looking back at his parents, he could also see the shock on their faces.
"Was it something I said?" Rozelin half-heartedly joked; His body was still tense, ready for a fight, but still, for some very strange reason, Damon felt that he would never hurt him. Even after attacking her, she continued to feel this way.
His father sighed, loosening his tense body as the atmosphere changed slightly. Rozelin sat down with Alex again; But Frank remained standing with his arms folded as he stared at the ignoring Alpha. His eyes only burned Rozelin's eyes. She looked at her parents as if waiting for their answers.
But before they could, Damon spoke in his stern voice,
"The Silver Moon Pack NEVER kills one of their own unless asked to. But NEVER the King and Queen. Your parents were dearly loved, and their death was a tragedy for all of us."
Rozelin leaned back, stunned as her low voice roared across the room. She swallowed her emotions and calmly replied:
"Hunters said they killed thousands of people and in return they were killed for revenge."
In A snarl escaped Mon's mouth and his father mocked his expression,
"It was the hunters who killed them. Whatever they told you is a lie."
Rozelin nodded, agreeing with the loud voice of her own thoughts.
"But you knew that…" Her mother spoke gently from her seat.
"I had my doubts about what they told me. The memories I have of them showed them that they've always been loving and caring. Nothing like those nutcases describe." Rozelin looked down and pulled the sleeves of her hood up a little more over her hands. It's a habit he's picked up over the years when he's feeling emotional.
She looked back and said, "Tell me everything, don't skip anything. I'm old enough to know that now, especially after what I've been through."
"Where should we start?" Her mother asked, meeting her husband's gaze.
"From the beginning." Rozel interrupted her. His father nodded and took his wife's hand and took a deep breath.
"Your family, the Alpha King and Queen, have ruled most of the lands. The Cross family is royalty in the werewolf world, your ancestry as a royal dates back to the 15th century. When nobles first appeared, they were essentially nobles with many challenges between Alphas." His father spoke confidently as he looked at everyone in the room.
He continued, "The strongest won, but it wasn't just about strength, it was also about finesse. The Alpha is an Alpha for a reason and can not only control your pack, but dominate many people; now that takes some serious skill. And the strongest bloodlines were able to do that. The Cross family was the strongest of all werewolves."
Rozelin stared at her lap, absorbing her little ancestral history lesson.
"Crosses were also well known to have distinctive features of silver hair and blue eyes. Every generation would have silver hair and blue eyes, and of course those who ruled the throne had only these features." His father continued.
"I suppose I don't have any other family members?" He asked his parents to nod their heads. "And silver hair and eyes aren't normal?"
"Come on, who else has silver hair and gorgeous blue eyes like yours?" Alex cut her off with a wink. She turned her eyes to him and drew her attention back when she heard a low growl.
God, Damon needs to lighten up.
"Not for the wolf. Most werewolves have amber eyes. Blue eyes are the rarest. The only wolves that have them are the Cross family," Damon said, eyes hard as he looked at her. Rozelin looked at him,
"But your eyes are shining silver."
One corner of his lips lifted, "The Cross family isn't the only royal family. The Steel family is also royal. We rule the other half of the Werewolves."
"So, are silver eyes distinctive in your family?" ' Rozelin asked, eager to learn more about the delightfully fiery Alpha before her.
"No, that's just me." His eyes sparkled with amusement. Alex stared at the dark silver pools of rosé until he suppressed a cough beside him and distracted him.
"Titan and Alexandra knew that the hunters were up to something. Their attacks on the land were increasing, werewolves were being kidnapped. They figured out what they were looking for and started executing the plans. Back up the plans, they were next. The Hunters had to believe you didn't exist..." Her father explained. She pulled her hand back from her mother and clasped them together as she leaned back in the chair.
"If they were after our blood, why did the hunters kill them? Silas wanted me to spend the rest of my days as a blood bank." Rozelin interrupted, her eyes thoughtful as she looked at her father.
"It was an accident they did," he snarled. Damon was low, his eyes cold. Rozelin drew her knees to her chest before playing with her arms again. Damon realized how he was watching her every move; She forced herself not to look at him. But she felt a bit of deja vu.
How strange.
"We had to do everything we could to keep you from getting caught on their radar." His father's voice fell silent, looking into his face as if he knew what he had to say would upset him.
"Tell me," he whispered, his voice betraying what he was already feeling.
"Titan and Alexandra begged me. I didn't want to, but there was no other choice. As an Alpha, he ordered you to keep your wolf away. To make sure you couldn't switch or even talk to each other. But when he died, you were next, and so the wolf came back." His mother She gripped her glass tightly, peered into it as she spoke, but looked again to see Rose's confused expression.
"There's no easy way to say this. So I'll show you."
Rozli's brows knitted even more, her brain messing with her mother's words. Suddenly, her eyes widened in disbelief as her mother slowly raised her hand to the front of her cup. The brown liquid began to float under his fingertips, the light from the windows shining on him. He then waved his hand and the liquid rose into the air and turned into a small whirlwind.
All eyes in the room were on the liquid return; Look at Rozelin's mother who looks like she's glowing
He had a small smile on his face as he wiggled his finger. Then, with a quick flick of his wrist, the liquid fell gracefully back into the glass without splashing.
"It doesn't matter," said Rozelin, in disbelief, in disbelief.
"You are a witch!" Alex gushed, mouth hanging open in shock; Her expression made Roselin and Mandy smile.
However, Rozel's face suddenly fell as she began to understand the rest of what her mother had to say. Her eyes hardened when she met her mother's; she calmed herself by walking away quickly.Rozelin couldn't be angry with her; She knew it was to protect him. Taking a deep breath, she met her mother's gaze, and her own gaze softened as she gestured for him to continue.
"I cast a spell on you to hide your wolf. It's been caged in you since you were eight." Although she was surprised at how young she was when the spell was cast, her mother confirmed her suspicions.
"Eight!?" Frank intervened. Their knuckles were white from where they had been punched so hard in the side. Rozelin looked at him, not understanding why she was angry.
Her father cleared his throat, "In the Cross lineage, they take their wolves at a younger-than-normal age, skipping a generation, but Rozeline has landed. Rozelin is one of the youngest known to make her first comeback at the age of six."
The room fell silent as Rozelin felt that everyone was staring at her. "What is the normal age?" He casually asked, ignoring the awkward atmosphere.
"Between 16 and 18," Damon spoke softly for once. Her features softened as she looked at him. This made him feel worse than his growling. He felt numb with the news, but concealed his features.
"How can I not remember being a werewolf?" Rozelin said coolly, looking at her mother. But once again, she proved her mother right.
"I created a spell to lock the memories." His mother looked back shyly, "But when the wolf returns, they must be back in time."
Instead of clinging to the past, Rozelin caught her mother's attention again, "So what now? How do I get the wolf?"
He had never thought that Rozelin would ask such a question; It wasn't long ago that she found out she was a werewolf woman. Now, she wasn't just a werewolf, she was also of royal blood, and the wolf was trapped inside her.
"How can I set my wolf free?" Rozelin turned her question to her mother, who had fascinated her.
"Well, technically, he's almost free anyway," his mother replied shyly; Rozelin lowered her head, her brows wrinkling as she waited for him to continue.
"Glowing eyes, claws turning into claws... these are wolf traits," Frank interrupted, briefly turning his attention to his rosette, turning his head back to look at Damon.
"He can command Frank and the other werewolves for that matter," Alex added. He looked at Rozelin's face; She was surprised at how serious he looked. He wasn't used to Alex being fun and loving. Then his words hit him like a ton of bricks, he fluttered his eyelashes, averted his gaze.
"I don't want to.. I don't know how to control this.." He paused as he looked at his hands.
"I'll teach you how to control him," Damo's deep voice brought his attention back to his handsome face. He nodded gratefully to her before turning his head in her mother's direction.
"How almost free? What needs to be done?" ' Rozelin asked as her eyes searched for their mother, who was staring at her with pity.
"The only way to break the spell is to have enough wolfsbane in your body."
Rozel's stomach dropped as her lips parted in astonished silence. In the moment of silence she was filled with male voices speaking.
"Aconite!?" Damon roared in anger above the others; Rozel's eyes fixed on her, and she saw her chest rise and fall beside Frank, anger radiating from both of them.
"Why, wolfsbane?" Alex asked casually crossing his legs, his demeanor much calmer than the werewolves in the room.
"It has proven useful. No one ever suspected that rosé was a werewolf, and the plant isn't exactly publicly available to humans. So, it would never be in his system, so he would hide the wolf safely. That's how it was until recently." Mandy quietly explained herself to the people in the room. Andy put his arm around her to avoid the stares he received from Frank and Damon.
"How much are we talking here?" As Frank tried to control his anger, his nostrils flared, he said, "You know this is going to cause him excruciating pain. Isn't there any other way..."
Rozelin leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes as she raised her hand to the bridge of her nose, and pinched him, thinking the poison was burning her body again. Then, with his elbow on his knee, his hand slipped to the side of his temple and stared into space as the sounds of the others arguing and talking drowned in the background.
Irrespective of where the conversation was going, he spoke, his voice low but behind him was a force that caught the attention of the others in the room, "I will."
"Rozelin, we don't know how necessary-"
"I said," Frank's eyes began to gleam as he gasped and his voice grew stronger, "I'll do it. Whatever happens.
I was lucky last night. If the pack hadn't showed up when they arrived, I'd be dead by now." As the tension in the room became palpable, Frank's eyes widened in shock, "I refuse to be in that position again. I will no longer be weak! Those bastards are out. Now they know me, they know I exist, they know how I look. I'm supposed to be the big bad wolf they've been waiting for." His eyes stared at everyone in the room, holding their gaze and finally resting on Damon, seeing his lips twitch like a smile.
"Do you have a wolfsbane?" Alex broke the silence that had fallen over the group by questioning Damon.
"Of course, we use it to interrogate werewolves," he mocked.
Rozelin looked up, bewildered at Alpha's words, but when she looked around, it was clear that this was a normal occurrence. He was new to the creature world, so he didn't talk about the questions that popped up in his mind. Still, he wondered which werewolves he was talking about; wolfsbane was no joke; she felt like burning acid was gushing out of her body. So, they must have done something wrong to torture him.
Putting her questions in the back of her mind, she jumped off the couch, causing everyone to look at her in surprise.
"Come on then. Let me go torture you. Again."
"Oh boy," Alex whistled, casting Rozelin's gaze on him.
"Right now honey?" His father asked worriedly. He stood up and stepped forward, holding her by the arms, staring intently into her eyes, "You still need to get better."
"Will Wolfsbane kill me?" she asked, her tone lightened, as if wondering about the weather.
"No.." He paused; her brows furrowed at her own admission and how it helped her prove her point.
"I'll be fine then," he reassuredly clasped his father's arms before looking in Damon's direction, "Where to?"
"Dungeon," he muttered.
His face fell at his statement. He burst into laughter, his heartfelt voice echoing throughout the room, its depth roaring in his chest. Rozelin was immediately lit up by the sound of her laughter. As she stared at the dazzling smile on her face, she suddenly felt light and warm, making her look younger. He walked past her and spoke over his shoulder:
"Just kidding, we don't have a dungeon. This isn't a castle. Come, let's go to the basement."
"I'm not sure this is any better," Alex said sarcastically as he jumped up to follow Rozelin and Damon. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes filled with amusement at her comment.
Rozelin glanced quickly ahead, startled after Damon placed a hand on her lower back to guide her. He felt his body electrify at the touch of his hand. Heat was radiating from his lower back, his fingertips sending shock waves directly into his body. Her eyes widened at how raw she felt under his touch; She looked at him through her lashes to see a smug smile on her face.
He knew what he was doing to her!
He looked away, pretending to pay attention to his surroundings; Although he knew the mansion very well, it was only the decor that changed. Damon led them to the other end of the mansion. His hand never let go until he reached a door that led to the stairs leading to the basement.
Without his touch, his back went cold and he scowled at the loss of contact. He pressed the light switch and continued down the stairs as the lights flashed.
"I think I have PTSD. Deja vu. Claustrophobia.. Sweaty hands-" Alex grunted after her.
"Stop being dramatic," Frank sighed wearily. After hearing a light slap, Rozelin turned her head and bit her lip with a chuckle as she saw Alex rubbing the back of her head.
When Rozelin reached the end of the stairs, she paused for a moment, gazing at the landscape before her. It looked very similar to where they had come from the previous day. Silver cells lined up on one side of the room; Each cell had chains bolted to the wall. Rozelin swallowed unconsciously, and Damon quickened his pace to catch up with his long strides.
"Why do you have a basement that looks like it should be in a horror movie?" He looked at the 'Greek god' beside him, "Should I be worried?" He whispered.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked at him, her lips twitching before she answered,
"Werewolves still need to be punished for their crimes. It's herd law or human. Some packs still don't follow our rules or don't accept that the royals are responsible - they rebel and make a mess. And then there are traitors. They tend to stay away from us, but all the same At the same time they cause us trouble, almost exposing us to humans. Our existence from humans is vital for us to remain a secret. You've met the hunters. Imagine if the world knows about us. Not just us, but all living things. We won't risk it."
Rozelin fell silent as she watched Alpha make her way to some of the lockers across the cells, open the doors, and place a giant plastic toolbox with a loud bang on the surface. She opened the rim to reveal jars filled with clear liquid and syringes.
Damon, pull the lever back to fill the syringe with fluid.
Ran his hand over one of the rosé jars as he clamped the syringe into a syringe.
"Are you sure about that?" He held the syringe in one hand as his eyes darted between hers. She looked back, almost feeling lost in his eyes, but she averted her eyes anyway and replied softly, "Of course."
"Catch it, Rozelin!" he looked at her; A glint of admiration appeared in his eyes before the mask of composure fell on him once again. Shaking his head, he closed the toolbox.
"How will I know if my wolf has come?" ' he asked, looking at the syringe in his hand.
A small smile played on his lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "Oh, you'll know."
His cryptic response caused her to frown in surprise.
"He's not staying here," Frank stepped forward, looking at the syringe in Damon's hand.
"Of course not," Damon snapped. He glared angrily at Frank, unaffected by his expression. Frank lowered his head slightly, his gaze on the ground, a sign of subordination and respect for the Alpha.
All four of them went up the stairs and met Mandy and Andy, who were waiting at the front desk. They were whispering to each other and stopped when they noticed the group approaching. Rozelin looked at the couple with suspicion. He hardly saw his parents arguing; if they did, something stupid is over. But they said they were arguing about him, as they continued to look at him nervously.
More secrets?
The news of her becoming a noble werewolf was already spectacularly evident, let alone everything they could have kept away from her.
"Rozelin will have the wolfsbane in her room," Damon said. He put his hand on her waist again and guided her towards the stairs. They stopped at the first step; Damon turned abruptly.
"I didn't know this was a group effort," she thought. Alex and Frank were following the Mandy and Andy couple.
"Thanks guys, but there's not much you can do. I have to go and enjoy your freedom," said Rozelin, smiling warmly at Alex and Frank.
"Fine. I can go stretch my legs," Alex staggers away, then stops when Frank realizes Damon and his rosé are standing in front of him, "Frank, he'll be fine!"
Frank searched Rosalina's eyes, then spun on her heels, as if pleased with what she found. The couple walked away in their gray overalls; With Frank in his pockets and his arm on his shoulder, Alex and Alex playfully run away, giving him a 'noogie' before Frank pushes him back.
Rozelin nodded twice; her eyes then landed on her parents, trying to comfort them by saying, "I'll be fine." Her mother nodded with a weak smile on her face, while her father frowned, looking between Damon and her; A nervous smile appeared on his face and they walked down the hall.
Rozelin turned around and was led by Damon once again, hand on her back as she walked up the stairs and into her room. But instead of going to her bedroom, they walked to the side door at the end of the hall. Rozelin looked at him confused, but she opened the door and gestured for him to come in.
As soon as he walked through the door, he knew immediately that the bedroom he was in was Damon's; The delicious, woody and cologne scent was all over the place. Plus, the room, unlike hers, seemed to live in warm, rich colours, with a fireplace in front of a sofa filled with a few scattered books and an open door to a small balcony to the side.
Rozelin looked at the small round table and chairs on the balcony. She was so sweet, and she imagined Alpha sitting on one of the balcony chairs in the morning with coffee in hand.
She frowned and turned around and looked at Damon, raising her arms in an open gesture, "Why am I here, Damon?"
A low growl rose from his chest as he slowly made his way towards her.
"Alpha Damon. I'm still YOUR Alpha."
Rozelih bit her tongue at the almost refusal as she continued to back away from the Alpha, "Why am I here, Alpha Damon?" But he couldn't help the mockery that came with his answer.
Suddenly he threw the syringe on the bed and pressed it against the wall, squeezing it in with his hands on his sides. He lifted his head, meeting his burning eyes defiantly. He lowered his head; She waited for a kiss, but she was horrified when her lips touched the corner of her ear.
"Do you have a submissive bone in your body?" His harsh voice was ringing in his ear. His core was constricted by the sound of his voice, their proximity, and the warm breath that radiated the side of his face.
She put her hands on her hard chest, his touch caused her to take a deep breath, and she turned her face to look at his lips. She grinned, her eyes gleaming playfully, "Sounds like you like it to me," watched as Rose's eyes began to darken and glow slightly.
Then he slowly moved his chest away from her. The little movement gave him the space he didn't really want, causing him to sit back. But despite being extremely impressed with her and her insatiable body, she didn't throw herself at men just because they were beautiful. Or in his case, it's a little overpowering that turns him on.
"Watch yourself," she grumbled, then turned and pointed to the bed as she took the syringe.
"You gave me a room. Why am I here?" She was breathing, still holding her breath as she stood leaning against the wall.
"I'm not going to inject you with this mess and continue on my happy path. No, I'll be here with you. For the most part." The command behind his voice made him think twice about the argument. But instead of going to bed, she sat on the brown leather sofa.
Damon sighed, "She'd be more comfortable in bed."
"No part of this is going to be comfortable," she replied, pulling her hair from her neck.
After the seconds passed in silence, he looked again; Damon was staring at her bare neck. His eyes darted to hers as a muscle in his jaw tickled. She sat next to him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder, her skin instantly warming under his touch.
The moment the needle pierced the skin on his neck and the fluid was injected, his touch was distant compared to the burning sensation rippling through his body. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and grit her teeth, her hands clutching the edge of the sofa as she exhaled painfully.
"I'm sorry," he whispered; Her tear-filled eyes met his pain-filled eyes. A weak smile plastered his face before curling up like a small ball on the couch. Rozelin could feel Damon's eyes still on her, but it didn't matter at this point; she just needed to get over the agonizing pain she was going through.
For the next two days, Rozelin was in constant pain. Shivering, sweating, writhing in pain. Damon started injecting him with wolfsbane every four hours, and every time
He asked her permission. At the end of the first day, he passed out and woke up in the demon's bed.
He noticed how Damo was sleeping on the couch, with a book on his chest. Although Rozelin was in pain, she felt really bad for stealing her bed that could fit four people.
The next best thing he could do in this situation was to take the leftover blanket and throw it over it, placing his book on the floor where he was reading a leather bookmark. He would go back to his room, but he knew better. Damon would probably pull her back to him.
He kept his word and hurried out of the room. When she was conscious or her blurry mind cleared, she noticed that she was shuffling papers and making phone calls. She also brought him food in bed, but he could not eat much; The high dose of wolfsbane in his system seemed to have made him lose his appetite.
In one delicious occasion, he watched Alpha emerge from his bathroom, steam rising from his severed body, his towel wrapped around his waist. However, he was unable to fully appreciate the scene as his eyes locked with another wave of fire burning in his veins.
On the second day, he was given new pajamas as a gift, while his other clothes were taken off to be washed. The little comfort of the new clothes did nothing against the wolfsbane constantly spreading through his body, and the pain that only increased as time went on with the increasing dosage.
At one point, he awoke to a commotion outside his bedroom. She remained in a fetal position on the bed, undisturbed by what was going on outside the room. However, he was disturbed when he heard the door open.
"You can't command me to do anything. I'm not part of your pack. If I want to see him, I will! Where is he?!" His eyes widened from the intrusion, but after hearing his voice, he didn't have to turn around to figure out who it was.
Minutes later, Alex was in sight. She knelt beside the bed, her emerald green eyes filled with worry as she looked at him.
"Hey, sweet pea," she said softly, pushing some of her hair away from her damp forehead. Rozelin rolled her eyes at the nickname, but actually ignored it. He was getting used to her charming and strange behavior.
Another low growl roared in the room; The two looked at Damon, who started to walk with his hands ruffling his already messy hair. Alex ignored her, even though she pulled her hand away from where it had left off.
"You look terrible," continued Alex; his eyes wandered over her face.
"I still look better than you." ' said Rozelin weakly before she moved to lean against the headboard. He hissed with a slight movement; wolfsbane hurt his ribs even more.
The couple looked back at Damon as their eyes pierced into Rozel's. He could sense that something was wrong, but the man averted his eyes. He rushed out of the room muttering something about himself. However, he could not hear the details. After she left, Alex jumped onto the bed and fluffed a pillow before leaning against the headboard, laying her back behind her, legs stretched out in front of her. He glanced sideways at Rosaline.
"So what's going on between you and the terrifying Alpha?" He laughed, raising his eyebrows. Rozelin grunted slightly, but hissed in pain again.
"Nothing happens."
"Uhuh, you're still here.. In her bedroom, in her bed. Why are you staying here?" She looked at him suspiciously, her expression mocking.
"Because he's so bossy. If I left, he would've brought me back," Rozelin rolled her eyes and continued, "And I honestly don't have the energy to deal with an alpha male right now."
"He didn't do anything you didn't ask him to do.." Alex searched her eyes, her face worried, "I know how some Alphas use their powers and take advantage of it—"
"I think he's feeling bad about this whole wolfsbane thing." Rozelin interrupted her in panic.
"Fine. But I still think something is up. I felt the sexual tension between the two of you before, giving each other confused looks.. Wasn't that something?"
Rozelin grabbed a pillow and slapped her head, ending the conversation about Damon. To be honest, Alex didn't even know how he felt about her, let alone talk about her out loud.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" She asked angrily.
Alex clutched her chest in fake pain and jumped out of bed to play with her sleek, messy hair in the mirror before answering. "You're breaking my heart baby. All I do is control you."
She walked, her head dropped as she put on a sad expression. Rozelin rolled her eyes at her overly exaggerated display of sadness. Just before he left the room, a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes, his smile twisted, "You know, if you want to spend time alone with him, just ask-"
Rozelin threw a pillow at him, but he closed the door just in time.
He was alone for the rest of the day, except when he was injected with wolfsbane. She didn't mind being alone, her mood was extremely low and she started responding to any comments made by Damon. He was lucky to be patient; It's very different if another person talks to him as he does.
He knew he would.
But the Wolfsbane had taken a bad turn at this point. It was cutting off blood circulation. His body felt as if hundreds of knives were constantly being stabbed in random parts of his body. He barely moved, fearing that it would cause a new burst of pain.
Evening clawed at Rozelin and Damon's hands. He couldn't imagine how much worse it could get. However, she easily overpowered him, grabbed his hands with his own and injected the wolfsbane roughly into his neck. He suppressed a groan and was relieved to learn that this was his last injection of the night. This time, however, he fainted immediately; His body relaxed as he fell into Damo's arms.
Rozelin felt no pain as she fell into the oblivion of sleep. The next day, he awoke in bed with a pounding headache. She sat down with a sigh and reached for the glass of water on the nightstand.
"Hello, Rozelin"
The sound took his breath away. His eyes widened as he placed the glass on the ground.
"Oops, sorry about that! My name is Malia. It's nice to finally meet you."
❤
She froze where Rose was.
A voice in his mind spoke to him.
All of a sudden everything seemed to be running smoothly; she couldn't explain it. Roselin opened her eyes and looked across the room. His wolf was Malia.
Is that what Damon meant when he said he'd know?
"Rozelin, relax, we've been together since we were six."
"Sorry you got locked out," Rozelin whispered loudly to Malia.
He laughed sarcastically, "Well, now I'm back. It feels good. You know, you don't need to talk to me out loud. I can hear your thoughts, your feelings, everything. We are one and the same."
Roselline shook her head. She hadn't realized until now that she had a missing piece, but now Malia was here, she felt almost complete. It felt right, she. As she leaned her back against the headboard of the bed, a feeling that quickly spread through her body, as if a button had been pressed, almost made her head spin. When his body calmed down, his eyes wandered around the room in awe as his mind was overloaded with heightened senses.
Not only did his 20/20 vision improve enough to see the tiniest dust particles near the windows, he could also hear the grunts and smacking sounds of men outside of practice. It was almost like a whisper echoing in his ears; Previously, she could not hear anything from this room, as they had been training across from her parents' bedroom.
"I know you're amazing, right? I have no idea how you lived your ordinary life before this. Because being a wolf is a goddamn epic!" Malia interjected arrogantly, causing Rozel to giggle with delight.
Hearing better, she decided to take a shower, smiling to herself. Although She still felt hurt and beaten, her fever was over, and a shower was all she needed to wash away the sand from her two wolfsbane-filled days.
In the shower, his muscles relaxed even more under the heat of the water. After she came out, she checked herself in the mirror, the bruises were gone, and when she checked her ribs, only a small green bruise remained; The sharp pain was gone.
"Malia.." Surprised at her little transformation, "I thought it would slow down the wolfbush's healing process,"
"Yes, but you still recover faster than a human. I can't believe we had to take your wolfsbane to set me free." Malia groaned, expressing her displeasure at their situation.
"I know. My head is killing me." Rozelin rubbed her temples before putting on her pajamas, the only clothing she had, "Remind me to go shopping when we're feeling better. I feel so lazy when I put on my pajamas." Malia chuckled before agreeing with him.
As soon as she got out of the bathroom, Malia was alarmed, causing rosé to stretch her body in anticipation. She stopped and inhaled deeply the woody scent mixed with cologne, Damon's heavenly scent. However, another aroma that blended in pleasantly couldn't grasp it, but it was always very appealing.
"What is that?" ' Malia asked, almost drooling from the scent. She paced impatiently, as if she were ready to rip herself out of the rosé skin and into the open.
"Hmmm, I don't know, but it's delicious," Rozelin replied, sniffing the aroma in the air once more. His heart started beating loudly against his chest, his hands sweating with anticipation.
With what expectation? What did he have? Why was she so excited by a scent? From Damon?
The smell was now becoming too much for his heightened senses. He decided to get some fresh air and go somewhere better than his parent's balcony, where he could test his newly claimed senses. With this thought in mind, she started walking around the bed and pulled the doorknob and opened the door with a loud thud. Rozelin jumped with her own strength.
She smiled at her new strength.
"Hey, you really come out like that. At least put on a jacket," Malia scolded, amused behind her voice.
"Sorry, MOM," Rozelin taunted.
"I'm just looking for you."
Rozelin, He rolled his eyes at Malia's reaction before picking up a hoodie from Amon's wardrobe. The moment he took it off, his face automatically bent towards the suit and inhaled its scent. For the next few minutes, completely immersed in its scent, she rubbed her head against the clothes.
OK, this is weird. What are you doing, Rozel?
His cheeks reddened with embarrassment as he abruptly pulled back.
"Well, I was enjoying it, thank you very much." Rozelin ignored the wolf's comment and donned the hoodie, which was three times larger than her, and suffocated her with her abundance.
He sniffed once more the material that was causing Malia's mind to go wild; then she decided not to do it again, the smell seemed to affect them both and neither of them knew why. She walked out of the room and towards the balcony.
As soon as she opened her parents' room she felt Malia fall into a deadly silence; For a moment, she thought Rozel had somehow left her mind, and it was her again. But he focused his thoughts on Malia, and there, in the darkest corners of his mind, she heard her wolf make a low whining sound. She was sad to be in the room. Distant memories of her family brought a sad smile to Rozel's lips.
Rozelin realized that she felt as if she had known Malia all her life, even though she was separated from her, unable to speak or move. Malia was always there; She had always been by his side, she had watched his life from the back of his mind. Rozelin had been sad for all the years without him, but now she was more than happy to have his friendship and the comfort that came with it. Still, if she didn't know it was a werewolf and a voice started talking to her, Rozel swore she needed to see a therapist.
Malia mocked the last part of Rozel's thoughts. She opened the balcony door as she walked forward and she went to lean on the rough surface. The fresh air both lifted her spirits and cleared her stupefied mind of the wolf-bull. Although her body still felt weak, she was much better than the previous night.
Her eyes immediately searched for Damon, and she was disappointed when she couldn't find him. Still, she didn't come to the balcony to browse hot men.
"No dear? I'm pretty happy looking at them. Wolves, half-naked men, hmmm," Malia interrupted her thought process. Rozelin grinned at the wolf's comment.
"Okay shut your mouth. I'm drooling. I just wanted to get some fresh air and test my eyesight," said Rozelin innocently.
"Please do it, test it! Maybe just focus on the guy over there."
Rozel's attention shifted to the shirtless man, whose dirty blond hair was pulled into a low bun. The power and authority emanating from him was clear. He looked like he was responsible, but he didn't have the power emanating from Damon.
"Oh, that's the beta of the pack," Malia interrupted. That made sense, considering she couldn't see that the responsibility was on the blonde-haired man, Damon.
It was then that she realized how large the rozel's pack members were. Most of the men were at least 6 feet tall and dismembered. There were also far fewer women in field training. There were only seven as far as he could see, and each must have been at least 5 feet 10 to 6 feet tall. It felt small in comparison and was above average for a woman's height.
"There are a few female wolves in the back. But still not many." Malia added to Aila's observation.
How strange.
She knew there must be more she-wolves; such a large flock did not come from the ten or so women he could see on the field. Roselin tensed. Suddenly, her vision blurred slightly as her gaze took a distant look, "Rozelin, how are you feeling?"
Rozelin jumped up with a small bark. When She saw no one there, she looked behind her.
"What was that she?" asked Malia. She began to think in her mind that there might be another wolf that Malia forgot to mention. Or she was really losing. After all, he had been through a lot. It wouldn't be too far.
Came Malia's response stopped Rozelin's growing anxiety, saying, "Someone got us mind hooked."
"What's that?"
"This means everyone in the pack can talk to you. Things like the radio that Hunters have. They can only hear you when you focus on them to respond." Malia briefed him on the mind bond strength in the pack.
"Roseline?" The male voice was louder now, so he focused on answering.
"Who is this?" He heard the rosé echoing along a nonexistent line; it was strange. But everything that has happened so far has made this small exchange seem small in comparison.
"I'm Kane, beta of the pack." Aila turned her head towards the man with the bun, "You look better." She looked at him, shrugging off the surprise on her face.
Roselin rolled her eyes to herself. If she could see him clearly, of course she could see him.
"Duh," Malia mocked.
Rozelin leaned forward again, "Where's Damon?" She looked intently at the man named Kane.
He folded his arms, a stern expression that quickly replaced his kind, "Damon. And I can't tell you."
"Why?"
As far as Rozelin could tell, Kane squinted at her, angered at her question, "Because he ordered me not to tell anyone in the pack. Including you."
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He rolled his eyes, causing the beta to raise an eyebrow at him. Alpha and Beta were clearly used to werewolves in the pack and obeyed them without question.
"You know, you can overturn his orders. You're of royal blood. It makes you their Luna." Malia spoke with a playfulness in her voice.
"Now now. Let's play nice. We just met the poor guy." Roselin smiled. He didn't want to get into the subject of being Luna. She wasn't sure how she felt about it.
"How long will it stay?" rozelin mind-linked Kane. He could almost see her sigh before the man replied, "I can't say," in an exasperated tone.
Disappointment filled her but she kept her face neutral as she felt Kane's eyes on her.
"Fair enough," he replied casually, turning back the way he had come and spun on his heel.
Rozelin knew exactly what her next step would be, into the kitchen. His appetite came back with full force, and he shocked him with his need to eat. He's always been a big eater, so going through the rice diet that the hunters gave him, especially when he's angry or "hungry" as Alex puts it - angry because he's hungry, when he's "hungry".
"It's a wolf thing," Malia yawned before continuing, "we have a high metabolism. You can thank me later. I'm the reason you didn't put a 'gram of fat on your hot body."
Rozelin couldn't help the smile that formed on her face; Malia felt like the sister she never had. When she walked down the stairs and reached the kitchen, she grinned with amusement as Alex and Frank saw that they had already inhaled what looked like full English fries.
"Hey!" They both shouted at the same time, their faces lit up before their eyes began to evaluate him.
"Hi," he began to pile on his plate the same amount of food as the men. They looked at him again as he sat down next to them.
"Roseline?" Frank's voice floated in his mind. She looked across at him and bowed her head with a playful smile. A wide smile appeared on Alex's face as he looked between the two of them with a confused expression on his face.
"You got your wolf!" Frank cried out loudly, joy evident in his voice as he stood up and stepped forward for a hug. Rozelin returned the hug and felt another pair of arms wrap around her from behind.
"You look so much better, sweet pea," Alex whispered near her ear.
"Are you staying with sweet peas?" He laughed as he walked away from Frank.
Alex spun her around and sat next to her again, eyes still on her face, "Meh, give it or take it. Seriously, you look so much better. How are you feeling?"
"Hungry and restless." Before she took a bite of the toast she had buttered, she replied. When she looked back at him, she saw the excitement behind her eyes.
"Then we should go for a run." A smile appeared on his lips.
"I think he needs to rest. He's had wolfsbane in his body for two days straight. We can go tomorrow." Frank looked at him worriedly.
"Oh, she's so cute. But I'm so ready to go for a run. Please, can we go?" Malia groaned.
Instead of answering Malia, she spoke loudly for all to hear, "Hmm, let me eat, then see how I feel."
"Rozelin, your first shift is going to be really painful. You're still weak from your wolfsbane." Frank paused as the lines of worry began to show on his forehead as his eyes swept across her face.
"I don't remember because our memory was wiped. But we had to change places by the time we were six," Malia informed him.
"Well, apparently, I changed when I was six, so it's okay. Besides, I've been in the cell for over a week. Then two days in that room. I have to go out," said Rozelin wearily.
"Try staying in that cell for five years," Alex muttered before taking a sip of his coffee.
"But you're weak right now." Frank continued to stare at her like she was a porcelain doll.
"I'll be fine," her eyes met before she finished her breakfast.
Malia was restless during the entire conversation and even during the meal. More than anything, she was pumped and ready to get out and enjoy the freedom she so desperately needed. Rozelin got up from the kitchen stool and looked at the two of them; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Alex smiled as Frank pursed his lips in concern.
Come on, he'll be fine! He's a little warrior!" Alex stated as he placed his arm over Frank.
"Let's go." Her smile widened before she hurried into the living room and exited the patio doors that opened onto a large garden. Further back, in front of a majestic mountain range, were trees, with a courtyard displaying a magnificent fountain.
As soon as his eyes landed on the trees, he took a deep breath and suddenly felt his body spasm. He caught himself falling to the ground, falling to his hands and knees. Malia couldn't hold back any longer as a throaty growl rose from her chest; She felt her eyes tremble and glow a bright blue. A sense of ripple passed through him as his muscles contracted under an unseen force from within.
The rhythm of a drum whose heart can't keep upHe was thumping with a thud, a sudden cracking sound coming from his back as the bones in his body began to break, yet the feeling wasn't as bad as he thought. There was only numbness and burning sensation. In an instant, his skin was pulled and torn from his back as he grew up in the white fur. A white nose stretched out in front of him. His lips pulled back, he jumped forward showing his sharp teeth, his clothes were torn to pieces and he fell to the ground.
Rozelin shook her head, stumbling on all fours on which she now stood. His eyes were puffy as he stared at his huge, white furry paws. Before her thoughts could digest the rest, Malia emerged from behind a screen in her mind. Rozelin bowed to her wolf and let it take over her body.
"Can I take the reins for a minute?" Malia asked, but they both knew she wasn't asking.
The striking white wolf ran towards the trees. Nothing mattered in that moment, only the wind blew through his fur as he thumped the ground with his paws, burning the repressed energy from within.