ROSALINE'S POV:Pain.That was all I felt. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't have the slightest bit of strength; even breathing was a mighty chore. There were times I was able to open my eyes, but even that took a lot of energy from me.When my eyelids managed to part, my vision was impaired, and it hurt when you tried to squint my eyes. There was nothing but a bright light. I would occasionally hear some sounds, but the ringing that had been going on in my ears was the loudest; it wouldn't stop. It was driving me mad.I don't think I can take it anymore.How did I even get here? One moment I was staring at my father while my husband's dream house burned to ashes with them inside, and the next I was enveloped in nothing but darkness. The scariest and most hurtful part about all of this is that I don't even know if they made it out alive.No. They had to. My heart and brain couldn't comprehend them not escaping that fire.When I woke up in this cell, I opened my eyes to see my fathe
ROSALINE’S POV:They say there is a level of pain one can stop feeling—a certain line. Once a person crosses that line, it could mean that every nerve in their body has been destroyed, they are unable to send this pain to the brain, or they are dead.I think I am a little bit of both.It was a miracle that my nose was still working, even though it is now broken. It was incredibly hard for me to breathe; it was so strenuous. I am just tired of it, and this smell? God, I hate this smell. I never knew something of mine could smell so bad, and yes, I mean my blood. It splattered on the majority of the floor and had become the new paint for the walls.How long have I been down here? I have no idea. There were no windows, no sunlight, and no fresh air. Just my recycled oxygen keeps me alive. It was hard for me to count the number of days I have been trapped down here; all I know is that Lucian came and went as he pleased. Once he felt like I had suffered enough, he would wipe his hands and
DAMIEN’S POV:“Just kill me,” Gio said, spitting out the blood that filled his mouth. I watched his pathetic form with disgust and honestly almost wanted to grant his wish. I had his wrists and ankles chained to the wall; his chest and face bled profusely, but I was just getting started. My men watched in silence, and I know sometimes a few of them tried to be strong and hide their disgust, but I was only just getting started.Tonight, I was going to teach them how to bleed a wolf dry while keeping him alive.Not even someone like Giovani deserves just death. No, he deserves all the pain this world has to offer before I send him to the other side for the devil to handle for all eternity.I instructed one of our guards to hand me my brass knuckles, and he shakily did. While I put it on, I circled Giovani and sized him up. From childhood, I never liked him; all of this is just a way to release all the pent-up anger and resentment I have been building up for the past two decades and a ha
DAMIEN’S POV:All sixty-seven of my men armed themselves to the teeth while we waited for reinforcements; they should be here any moment from now. I checked the vans and cars to make sure that all the snipers were locked and loaded, as well as our backup weapon, the bazooka. I know this baby could be a bit extreme, but it can be useful.“I want to come too,” a voice I knew all too well said, and I froze.“No, you can't, Ariana.” I looked at the little girl as she pouted her lips, and tears brimmed her eyes. I sighed and picked her up in my arms. I wiped her tears away and added, “It’s too dangerous. You can get hurt.”“No, I won’t. We are going to save Mommy, and I can help; I want to be there. And if you are with me, then no one will hurt me,” she said, and I admired how much faith she had in me, but I was not God.“Princess, I need you to understand that what we are about to do is very dangerous. Everyone here is aware that they might not come back. And they are all big enough to pro
ROSALINE’S POV:Whatever look I had on my face must have amused him, because he chuckled dryly. He began to walk up too slowly, and I screamed at my body to move, but it wouldn’t. not because I was scared, but because I physically could not move.As if he could read my mind, he raised his hand and said, “Don’t bother. Most of your bones are broken, and even though the doctor gave you a shitload of painkillers, it does not exactly stop you from dying if a bone shifts and punctures the wrong organ.” He explained.Now he stood right beside me on the bed, and my heart felt as though it would burst when he sat beside me. That was when I got a good look at Him and his eyes. The damage that I had done all those years ago to his eye is still very evident to this day.Instead of a dark brown iris, there was nothing but white. He must have noticed that I was staring at my marvellous work done on him because he pointed at it and said, “Ah, yes. My eye. It healed, but I never got to see it again,
DAMIEN’S POV:“Could you try to not act so excited?” Xander snapped at Rufus, who was a bit too happy to be on this mission.“Oh, come on. You know I have been dying to snap a few necks; everyone in my pack has been behaving, and things have been boring. Like, hello, where are the criminals? Do something bad so I can punish you,” Rufus said, and I rolled my eyes at his words. And there were people like Rosaline and me begging for some peace; here he was complaining about it and wanting chaos.“You are sick,” Xander noted, cocking his gun and switching off the safety.All three of us were perched above the hill that oversaw the mansion Giovani told me about. I had ten of my men with me, including Rufus and Xander. And he was right; it was loaded to the teeth. There were three walls one had to go through before actually infiltrating the mansion. And each of these walls had men armed to the teeth, from the foot to the top.“Damn, what the hell is in there? The queen?” Xander muttered as
ROSALINE’S POV:Anger.That was the only thing in my heart. My heart once held so much fear, but now it is replaced with nothing but rage.Magnus. That demon. That devil.I cannot say that I remember much of what happened during our time in bed, but I did not want to. All I remember was screaming my lungs out until I passed out. But now I am left with one question that I most probably will never get an answer to.What did he do to me?When I managed to pull myself together and stay conscious for just a few seconds, I thought I was flying. My body was high up in the air, and I had no idea where the hell I was. But he was right beside me; that was the only thing I knew. He had his disgusting hands around my throat, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off. I did not know where that strength came from. I was pretty sure that I could not move at all just a few moments ago. But something overcame me when I saw him. I knew that he was the one holding me and keeping me over the edge, an
DAMIEN’S POV:It has been a month since I got Rosaline back and killed the bastards responsible. Well, technically, one of them was a coward and killed himself instead, but it was the same thing to me anyway.For the past month, Rosaline has been bedridden, but unlike me, she is not as fussy and agitated. I mean, at times she preferred to do things by herself, but you cannot compare the two of us when we are bedridden. It irks me down to my very soul that I cannot do so much as do the necessities of life.Anyway, after the first three days, she pretty much accepted her condition and let us help her around. “What other choice do I have? If I continue to struggle, then I might only make things worse for myself,” she had said, and I wonder what would have happened if I had said the same thing all those months ago when I was in her condition.I waited outside the room for Peace to finish dressing her up so I could take her downstairs for breakfast. I would have preferred if she stayed in