Her words made her whole body tremble at the thought of him getting her. But she kept herself calm, even though her words whispered to a sensual point that she needed to be released. He would not be controlled by his sexual desire to possess her; if he didn't agree with something, he wouldn't sit down and shut up.
Rozelin turned and turned to face him, her body leaning against the door through the little space it had given her. He met her eyes; Looking back, his own anger was fierce as he lifted his chin defiantly, "If you think not giving me an orgasm will make me submit to your will, then you've got something else, Ante," he mocked the Alpha word so much. she could see his eyes gleaming and pulling the wolf out. He pushed the door open and watched as Damon began to stiffen as he took a step away from Darius, trying to keep him under control.
Rozelin took a step closer and grabbed his waist, pulling him hard against his hard chest, a snarl from her lips. The vibration of her voice and her hands touching her waist made her secretly want more, but she had something to prove. He reached out and put his hand on his chin, silencing the beast inside him as his chest trembled in agreement.
With his hand still there, he spoke quietly and stared at the spheres of molten silver, "I've been kidnapped, tortured, and given wolfsbane injections for two unbearable days. It's going to take more work than that for me to yield to you." A snarl escaped her lips as she brought her head closer to his, a menacing look behind her eyes as she darkened.
Rozelin stood on tiptoe to whisper in her ear, "If you want me to submit, you must earn my respect. By now.." She pulled back and slapped him lightly on the cheek, "You don't deserve this." He growled loudly, his eyes gleaming. She suddenly spun on her heels and rushed back to the door, capitalizing on the shock on his face.
As she opened the door, Rozelin heard a slight growl tremble on the walls, and Damon replied, "Before you talk to me about respect, you must learn how to be a werewolf."
Rozelin looked over her shoulder at him, a response on her lips, but bit her tongue after seeing the state he had left her. His fists trembled at his sides as his eyes brightened and darkened, but he took another step out of the room before he saw admiration on his face. Leaving the door wide open, Rozelin walked away slowly, making a show of being unaffected by the man's actions or words. But as she continued down the hall, she couldn't help but sigh with relief when she didn't hear the footsteps following her.
Her heart was constantly pounding in her chest as she mimicked her self-confidence and put strength behind her words. Slapping Damon was spontaneous and he couldn't believe he had done it and got away with it. But Rozelin hoped that her words wouldn't fall on deaf ears, and she thought about what she had said.
Rose's steps echoed as she descended the stairs; Her intention was to go to the library as she wished that morning.
"It was too risky. You're lucky he's our friend," Malia stammered, shocked by what Rozel said.
"Right now I'm not sure if that's making a difference. She seems to want me to act," Rozelin replied to her wolf as self-doubt began to eat her.
Malia said, "Yes, the punishment was brutal!" he mocked.
Rozel's lips twitched at the thought of deliberately getting into trouble. But then she realized that she would probably do it without intention, she said. After all, it was in his blood to disobey orders. His eyes lit up as he thought of what else he could do to her, but his body was still itching for him to release the tension he was feeling now. Maybe he'll be fine once and be released quickly-
"Make your decision! Either be a boss and make your own rules, or be good and reward for it," Malia exclaimed, losing patience at Rosa's swirling thoughts.
He sighed as he turned the corner where he had been standing before panic hit him like a ton of bricks. She had realized she was now sharing a room with Damon and had slapped him.
"Twice actually now," Malia said happily. There was no problem in returning them to the room afterwards; this meant that they were returning with their spouses. Rozelin groaned at her stupidity, but she knew she couldn't hide from him. One, because it's the coward's way out, and two, because he knows he'll find it.
Shaking off her pessimistic thoughts, she continued to walk down the halls towards the library, this time not interrupting one particular person. She wondered what had happened to Lydia, but she quickly dismissed the thought as jealousy slapped her like a bad whip. Rozelin really needed to set her priorities straight; His emotions were like a roller coaster, and the car just flew away. She couldn't keep up with them.
Rozelin reached the far end of the mansion and slowed her pace when she saw the double doors leading to the library. A sense of nostalgia flooded her as she traced the delicate carvings on the wooden doors with her finger. this part of the house
Glad to see they haven't changed. Unlike the rest of the building, which is modern, these doors were from the 17th century. Despite their old age, they had aged well and were well taken care of.
As a young girl, Rozelin remembered asking her father how old she was as she sat on his shoulders. She smiled gently at the memory and pushed the doors open, making them squeak loudly in the huge library. Rozelin took a deep breath, savoring the scent of old books mixed with incense that always seemed to diffuse the air. She walked towards the quiet room she loved so much.
The high ceilings featured a gorgeous painting that spanned the entire room, and a center-hung chandelier was also perfect, but it didn't steal the limelight from the ceiling. Rozelin looked back and saw the large stone fireplace in front of two leather sofas and the famous armchair from her memories. It was surrounded by bookshelves throughout, and on the far right was a spiral staircase leading to another floor lined with books.
Feeling her worries dissipate as pure happiness filled her, Rozelin's shoulders relaxed. After staring at the library's splendor for a while and recalling a few memories, he sighed and walked to the nearest library. He wasn't sure where to start, there were too many books but he needed to know about pack basics, bandits, Moon Goddess and spousal bond.
Rozelin rubbed her fingers at her temples, considering how much she had to learn. She was still trying to process what her father had said a few days ago about the Cross family history and werewolves. Now drop the little checklist that needs to be ticked.
"Stop whining and get down to business," Malia ordered; Her excitement encouraged Rozelini to learn more about themselves.
Suddenly the door opened and Darren waltzed in, his arrogance filling the air and immediately causing Rozel to scowl, but she pulled herself together and smiled gently at the man. In return, she frowned and stood to her side with her arms folded.
He ignored it and continued to search every shelf in the first bookcase. When she couldn't see anything specific to the criteria above, she moved on to the next library. A loud crackling sound broke the peaceful silence that Roseli was accustomed to. Seeing that Darren had eaten some chips, she quickly grit her teeth and turned away. She followed someone whose eyes could not reach her mouth and fell to the ground.
Her eyes hardened when she saw that he was doing nothing and accidentally stepping on her on the way to the trash can next door. Rozelin watched him return to his place, ignoring the cereal on the floor. His eyes burned inside his head, causing him to turn his head towards her, "What?" Her angry voice startled him.
"What are you doing here Darren?" He asked in a tense, gentle voice.
"Alpha Damon asked me to protect you," he spat, as if it were a waste of time. His eyes traveled over her body before he shook his head. Rozelin was surprised at how openly disrespected herself and her body, was the man stupid enough to belittle her in his own home?
"Obviously it is," Malia grumbled, her instinct to attack him, but the rosy wolf's violent thoughts interrupted, "We need his help. After that, you can attack him."
Malia reluctantly agreed, but only because the books were more important than replacing her with a mole.
"Since you haven't done anything substantial... Don't forget to tell me where I can find books about werewolves," Rozel's voice was stern as she stared at him.
He snorted at his question, pointing to the second floor, "Upstairs. I can't believe you have to research your own kind. And you expect me to follow you and your orders?"
She turned her back on Rozelin, hiding how hot her face was from both embarrassment and anger.
"Who does this man think he is?" Malia grunted at Rozel's thoughts.
"Well, unfortunately, I didn't have the pleasure of growing up with the knowledge of my origin-"
"Booooo! Who cares? I told you where you are, so let me rest here in peace," Darren interrupted, leaning against the far wall closest to the doors.
Rozelin avoided throwing books at him; She didn't want the book to be damaged by her stupidity. Instead, she muttered loudly to him as she climbed to the top of the stairs, "Clean the floor. This isn't a cafeteria."
"We have servants for that."
"I told you. Do it now," Rozel's voice boomed across the room as she stared at him through the wooden balcony railings behind which she stood.
She opened her mouth to argue, but the woman's eyes lit up, causing her mouth to close immediately, and she left the room without another word. The stern expression on her face as she dealt with Darren was replaced by a smug smile. She didn't know why she had such a problem with him, but she would learn about herd policy and see if there was a reason or if he was just a jerk.
Shrugging, he went back to scanning the shelves, and his face immediately lit up when he saw a lineup of werewolves' origins and foundations. Library of everything you need to learn
Who knew it would be in the leather-bound books left in
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Rozelin took several books and piled them up; He balanced the long pile and descended the spiral staircase. The books had to be very concentrated so that they did not fall or take a wrong step. As soon as She landed safely, she headed for the fireplace and sat down on the fur rug covering the floor. He preferred the small place and the warm memories that came with it, even though there was a nice table on the side. Crossing her legs, she opened the first book in the stack.
From its frayed leather-bound cover, from the woven seams on the loose side, and as he unfolded, his fingers gently flipped the blackened pages as a sweet, musky scent permeated the air. Rozelin knew she had to be kind to a book like this, and when she read the title, she understood why.
ORIGIN: Moon Goddess, Queen of the Night.
If Rozelin had to start anywhere about her newfound werewolf powers, reading about the Moon Goddess seemed like the perfect start. Malia had mentioned her with amazement before, and the Moon Goddess was also mentioned in her parent's memorial painting. This meant that he was an important figure in the werewolf world, and now he would find out why.
After reading a few sentences and flipping through the pages, he realized that there was much more history to werewolves than the mini-history lesson his father had taught him. When he went to the last page and found the chapter, it was dated to 1918, proving that the entire book reveals the key events of werewolves. However, he was not about to read a book that he knew would take more than a week to read the information provided.
He started back to the first pages where he talked about the origins of werewolves and how important the Moon Goddess was in protecting their people.
Reader:
The 'Werewolves' origins date back to 3000 BC (Before the Common Era), when the gods were celebrated and praised with feasts and feasts. She was one of three siblings, namely Selene, the Goddess of the Moon, Helios, the God of the Sun, and Eos, the Goddess of the Dawn; although they were important figures for day and night, they were viewed as minorities of the more commonly known gods such as Zeus, Athena, Apollo and others.'
Rozelin withdrew from the book. It was a bit of a shock that the Moon Goddess, such an important figure in the werewolf world, was found in the human world in Greek mythology books. It was a surprising revelation that Gods could actually be real, although one wonders where they are now, given that religions have definitely changed since then. Rozelin looked back at the book and began to read again, but she was startled when the double doors opened again as Darren walked between them with a dustpan and brush.
He hid the smile that formed on his lips as he watched her bend over and clean up the mess he had made. She let her long locks fall into place and covered half her face as her eyes tried to burn her. However, he was not interested in her existence as long as he kept it to himself.
After looking at the text again, he continued reading.
'However, a rapidly rising power began to emerge across the land and slaughtered anyone who stood in its way. This power belonged to the stone-like killers who drew people to their deaths with their fascinating, beautiful looks. The creature was a lamia - a vampire. Civilization quickly learned of the havoc the vampires had left behind and the hideous revelation that they had been feeding on human blood. Although the creatures were less than fifty in number, their blood was originally hundreds, and thousands more and more were shed.'
Roselin took a deep breath. Gabriel came to mind with his striking handsomeness and piercing blue eyes with red spots in them. He remembered the first time he met her and how he found her presence attractive before pushing him. Rozelin rolled her eyes with the last thought, then nearly jumped after hearing Malia grunt in response to Rozelin's thoughts.
"What? You can't deny that he's handsome. He's not Damon, of course, but he's handsome nonetheless." Roselin defended herself.
Malia muttered how disgusting a vampire was before it settled deep inside Rozelin's mind. Rozelin chuckled at her wolf and defensiveness towards him, thinking of another man besides her wives. Shaking his head, he looked to the right and noticed that the fire was burning. He looked around, wondering how he hadn't noticed when it had been set on fire and that someone had poked him.
That's why she felt a little warmer than the one her hoodie offered her. Rozelin glanced sideways at Darren, who seemed almost dozing off in her upright position against the wall. He certainly didn't see her warming up to him and trying to befriend him by lighting the fire. Either way, he felt more comfortable around the flames.
Rozelin glared at them, bewildered, wanting her mother to be there and teaching her everything she needed to know. Malia whined with heartbreak; The thought of their mother was too much for her, so Rozelin tossed that fleeting thought aside. He looked at the book again and continued reading.
'While vampires may seem indestructible, humanity's hearts and beliefs are strong.was three. One of the creatures went to a fishing village and took the life of the chief's daughter. After hearing horror stories of such creatures, they did not believe it to be true, until one of their loved ones was left dead with puncture wounds on his neck. The tribe mourned and begged the gods to help them. But none of them responded until the day of the full moon. Blessed Moon Goddess Selene personally visited the chief. It has been said that her beauty is otherworldly and that no artist could capture such a view as the Queen of the Night.
The Moon Goddess gave the whole tribe the gift of wolves to defend themselves against the vampires. With their new powers, the tribe began to right the wrongdoing of the sinful acts revealed by the vampires. After hunting many of them, they reduced the creature's number to two; The arrogance of their own forces was their downfall. However, the dwindling numbers soon rose rapidly. Vampires didn't just breed, they turned humans into themselves to increase their numbers.
The chieftain prayed to the Moon Goddess, asking for more power to gather more warriors. Her wish was granted, by choosing more than one tribe that she deems worthy of such a gift to protect people. The Queen of the Night left another gift for the elect to protect their ancestors from such a creature. The gift can be passed down through generations. This caused the werewolves to praise the Moon Goddess for helping to save them from such a terrible fate of vampires.
After years of struggling, the werewolves realized that they couldn't destroy the vampires because there were too many vampires. After the vampires formed a hierarchy, they learned to coexist with each other. With the new king on the throne, he disciplined anyone who crossed the line and couldn't control his thirst for human blood. Although there were many cases of atrocities against humans, they were less ruthless in reducing the human population. Thus began the tales of vampires and werewolves, but turned into legends and horror tales when people soon forgot that such deadly creatures existed.'
Rozelih left the book on the carpet; His thoughts went from the Moon Goddess to the vampires and that Gabriel was allegedly a noble.
"To think that the sole purpose of werewolves' origins was to protect humans from vampires," Rozelin muttered aloud.
"It seems that not all humans have forgotten us," Malia added, referring to the hunters. Rozelin nodded in agreement. He then searched the pile of books for any history on the hunters, but it was empty; She wondered when the Hunters' Association was founded. If they owned one of the many compounds, she wondered how they were under the government's radar and where the income to support such a group came from. Rozelin nodded, knowing she wouldn't get an answer, and her priority was learning how to be a werewolf.
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Rozelin glanced at the different books; He didn't realize that some of them were actually diaries of past generations of werewolves. He was one of those people who were unaware of what was happening, like him, and they took note of their experiences. He was absorbed in what he wrote. Some spoke of how they had been cursed by the devil, others praised their new-found gift, others assumed they were insane and took their lives. Rozelin sadly bowed her head and consoled herself before putting the diaries aside.
Rozelin did not understand how the time passed. When it was time for dinner, he stayed in the library while Darren left for dinner; He never came back, for that he was grateful. At this point, she was laid on her stomach, her legs kicked like another open book. Alex and Frank entered the room and sat in leather armchairs; Rozelin was aware of their presence, but she did not look up from the book she was currently searching for.
"Hey, little wolf, you weren't at dinner," said Alex from a relaxed position.
Rozelin shrugged, closing the book and continuing to turn the pages before picking up another one. She wanted to learn more about her mate bond with Damon, but so far she's found out more about the history of tribes and how hierarchy formed among herds. He didn't feel the need to learn this; His father summed it up nicely for him.
"Alpha Damon was there…" Alex playfully taunts, which leads him to look for him. Rozelin felt her heart tighten at the thought of missing her at dinner, but she gave up. He needed to learn more about this bond before he saw her again. Rozelin stared into space for a few seconds with her own thoughts, then looked down again.
"From Earth to Rozeline..."
He jumped back from his hand that was dangling in front of his face, making him look at Alex with a frown that formed on his face. She put the book down with a sigh and gave him a stern look, "Yes?"
Alex put on a charming smile that was not dazzling. He staggered to the ground and put his hand behind her, leaning too close to her personal space; As he did so, he continued to stare into her eyes. While Rozel was wondering what she was doingnarrowed his own. He slowly moved his hand forward, his eyes still holding hers, and he grabbed some of her hair before grabbing it between his fingers and tucking it behind his ear.
He sighed dramatically and threw himself into the seat, laying his back on the seat, and stretching his legs as he placed his hand over his face. Rozelin glanced at the other sofa Frank was sitting on and gave him a questioning look, and she turned around with an almost equally puzzled expression.
"Okay, mated!" Alex said gravely under his hand, "My charm didn't even embarrass him. No one can resist that face! No one!" He waved his hand around his face to prove a point, before hiding under his hand once again.
Rozelin rolled her eyes at his arrogance and went to get the book again; as he opened it he said quietly, "Yes, I found my mate. My wife is alpha Damon."
"I knew!" Alex shrieked as he swung his feet back and sat down again. He rested his chin on his hands balancing on his knees, a mocking dreamy expression on his face, "The way he threw you over his shoulder was what gave him away. Well, on my part, along with any growling. Playing with your hair in front of him was the funniest—"
"You did it on purpose!" Rozelin closed her book, looking at him in surprise.
"Of course, I tried the theory I had," Alex grinned, ignoring her brave demeanor.
Before Rozelin could scold him, Frank interrupted, "God, did you lose brain cells all these years in that cell? You're lucky he didn't attack you or worse, kill you."
Alex sighed, "This is why I don't hang out with werewolves. You guys are so dramatic."
"Did he just say we were the dramatic one?" Rozelin sneered as she looked at Frank.
"Yes, he did." Frank shook his head in disbelief.
Sighing to himself, he picked up the book again and looked again at the page titled Mate Bond.
Before she could continue, Alex snatched the book from her fingertips. This time his patience ran out and he stood up and kicked his leg.
"Oh! What was that for!?" He cried out in pain.
Rozelin rolled her eyes again, "What baby, I didn't even kick you hard. I warned you, I'll kick you if you keep interrupting my reading!"
"I really didn't think you would!"
"Well, then it's your fault for underestimating me," Rozelin replied.
"What a cruel woman she is to me," he moaned, but then seeing her glaring at him, he raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, maybe that was too much."
Rozelin took the book back and sat down in the armchair by the burning fireplace.
"What are you reading by the way?" Frank asked politely; Rozelin started frowning again at the interruption, but Frank's presence didn't bother her that much. She didn't deliberately go out of her way to piss him off.
She looked up at him and said, "I have a lot to read, Frank. I need to learn everything there is to know about being a werewolf, a spousal bond, being a noble, being a moon.." He whispered the last word as if the term might hurt. But both men stood up with what he said. The couple looked at him in amazement and made himself self-conscious.
"What do you want to know?" "I can help some of them," Franky asked.
He didn't think to ask a real werewolf about these things, closing the book with a clatter. Despite the credibility of the books, he gladly accepted Frank's offer if he could provide the information in less time than reading the books.
"Tell me everything I need to know about spousal bonding and marking. I guess you couldn't find your mate?" she asked.
Frank mocked, "Well, I just saw the inside of that cell and the rooms we experimented in. So no, I couldn't find my wife."
Rozelin looked at him; Although he was joking, he could also see the sadness behind his eyes. Is it because of the years torn from him or because he couldn't find his mate?
"The Moon Goddess gifted us a mate. She mates us with the other half of her soul. That's why it's a gift. Unlike people who may or may not find a true soul mate, werewolves will find nine out of ten. The goddess arranges our paths so that we can meet someday," Frank says. He began to explain the finer details. He stood up and walked to the fireplace, putting his hand on it as he stared at the flames. Rozelin patiently waited for Frank to continue, crossing her legs as she did so.
"Once you find your partner, you have the option to reject them. Although it is a gift, our goddess never forces her to us. However, the couple tends to always be together. There is no mistake when it comes to a partner, you see and I have heard it is very difficult not to accept your partner. Bonding, "The longer they go without being marked, the harder it will be to go without the other. The harder it is to control their wolves, and if they're already pretty ferocious, it won't be long before the sign is forced on their mate."
Rozelin swallowed instinctively; She already knew this was the case when she met Darius. As She can tell, both Darius and de Malia was quite savage; but he could only compare them to other werewolves he had briefly met. She was not enough to examine the matter further. At some point, he will be flagged either way unless he rejects his partner. Malia snorted at the idea, but calmed down again, realizing that Rosalina had just accepted the idea.
"This much?" ' Alex asked, his voice almost weary as he went back to lying on his back.
"Well, the basics. You can only have one friend. Once the couple has flagged each other down, it becomes official, the deal is sealed for life. They can understand how the other is feeling and feel that their partner is nearby. Another thing, spouses are very protective and have each other. An Alpha is very protective of their partner. More possessive than the average werewolf. I'm not sure if he didn't. Your position is even higher than that of a regular Alpha and Luna."
"In other words, Alex," Frank glared at Alex now, "You mustn't piss off Alpha Damon."
Rozelin began to play with the sleeves of her hoodie as she stared at the flames of the fire from Frank. Frank and Alex continued to chat with each other while he was lost in thought; He couldn't help but have mixed feelings about the spousal bond. On the one hand, Rozelin could not see herself with anyone else. Damon already felt like he was an integral part of her. But then his human side rebelled against the idea of being attached to someone against his will.
Malia grumbled, "It's against your will? No dear? Come on! Damon didn't kidnap you and he didn't force it on you. It's a natural process. Stop being afraid."
"Easy for you to say. It feels like getting married. It's almost like a marriage by the Moon Goddess," Rozelin grumbled, even though she felt warm butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Damon always by her side.
He quickly dismissed this idea, his rational self taking shape. He was the reason why she couldn't let go of any tension in her lower region; he was really going to go to his room and fix the 'problem', but at the same time, he didn't want to see how far he would take the mockery.
Rozelin looked up, became quiet as she became aware of the room. Alex had jumped out and left for Frank to take his place on the couch next to him.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Alex is Alex," Frank sighed, imagining that he had aged prematurely just because of Alex, unable to giggle.
Rozelin and Frank spent the rest of that evening in the library. He still didn't leave to get anything to eat, which caused his stomach to rumble every five minutes. But his stubbornness to stay away from Damon all night had outweighed his hunger. Frank didn't comment on it, feeling that there was something he was angry about.
By 11pm, Rozelin was on the ground again, reading a book about her roles as Luna and the Queen. The Silver Crescent flock turned the page to see that there were ceremonies for both of them, but his mind and body eventually caught up with him, and before he could read any further, he saw his eyes droop and his face sunk into it. book.
The next moment, after rosélin felt an intense warmth, she stirred, and the woody scent enveloped her like a warm blanket. His body immediately relaxed and he immersed himself even more in the scent. His mind tried to return to reality, but his body pulled him into a cloud of darkness that weighed him down like an anchor.
Before he was completely consumed by his peaceful dreams, he heard a silk-like voice vibrate through his body and send small, tingling kisses against his skin.
"You're finally awake, my little fire."