ROSALINE’S POV:
Was I sure about this? No.Was a part of me screaming at me to tell him to forget about all that I said and let us stay here because I felt safest when we were around him? Yes.But would my pride let me? no.Ariana had tears streaming down her eyes like a waterfall and snot leaking out of her nose. Her eyes held so much anger and pain that it only worsened my feelings about all of this.“But I do not want to leave! I want to stay here with Daddy!" She screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and gaining the attention of a few of the servants who passed by with our luggage; they too had sad expressions on their faces.“Ariana, you won’t understand, but this is for the best; we are not safe here,” I said gently, trying to get her to understand, but I knew it was pointless.“But it was out there that Aunty Gwen got attacked by those men! AndROSALINE’S POV: Damn, my chest has never felt so heavy. The further we got from the palace, the greater the weight became. I felt suffocated. The only sound in the air was that of the carriage wheels against the pavement. I shot my daughter to the side, and her face was still not visible to me. I did not know if she was crying if her face was twisted in anger, or if it was plain sadness. But I knew she was not okay; I could not feel her happiness, which usually filled every space she was in. She had her back to me, and her arms were folded above her chest. She was still mad at me, that was for sure. I mean, what did I expect anyway? I separated her from her father, the very same one. She had to live her entire life thinking he was dead, then she had to find out he was alive. And just when she was starting to bond with him, just when their relationship was starting to blossom, I tore them
ROSALINE’S POV:The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a pair of feral silver ones. They stared directly at me with so much intensity that it had me sinking even deeper into the bed. I summoned the courage to sit up slowly, and I looked around. We were back at the palace—his room, to be precise. It was a lot colder than usual, yet I could feel the heat of his rage from here. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but that was when everything came flooding in.I cried.I let it all out; I did not hold anything back. I did not care how miserable and ugly I looked at that moment. I did not care about anything; all I wanted was my daughter. I wanted to know if she was safe or scared. Who are the men who took her, and were they maltreating her?My shoulders trembled, and more tears slipped past my eyes like a river. It felt like my body could not take it anymore.Damien did nothing. He only watched me; I was not even sure if he was blinking. Even through the tears in my eyes, I coul
ROSALINE’S POV:This is a sight a mother only saw in her worst nightmares. It was heartbreaking, to say the least.I mean, who could imagine watching their only son beat up their mate so mercilessly? I did nothing but watch the entire scene with horrified eyes. I knew Damien was merciless, but I never knew that applied to his father.Marielle screamed at her son to stop, but it was like Damien could not even hear her. He slammed his fists repeatedly into his father’s face, to the point where I was certain that a few more hits and Gio would be dead.Marielle’s claws elongated, and she began to claw at Damien’s back. I watched with a pang in my chest as his shirt turned to shreds and blood began to drip down his back, but it did not even faze him one bit. Tears streamed down her eyes, and soon mine as well. I wanted to do something because, as much as I hate Gio, I never wished this for him. Or Marielle.But this had to be done. Gio knew where my daughter was, or even if it was some so
DAMIEN’S POV: I am not in the least surprised. I knew my father was a monster the moment I looked into his eyes as a child. I see my mother and Rosaline’s faces twist with disgust and horror, but mine does not even flinch. “How could you?” My mother asked, and I could not deny that I hated seeing her like this—so heartbroken and hurt. She looked at my father like she was looking at some sort of demon. And he was, but only I knew that. My gaze shifted to my wife, and even though she had a disgusted look, she did not look even a bit surprised. Why was that? Was she too angry to be surprised? Or was there a possibility she knew about this? “What could I have done? She could have ruined my image, and you would have left me!” My father snapped, but I would like to believe I was mistaken when I heard a hint of fear in his tone. But certainly, I was mistaken. My father feared nothing, not even l
DAMIEN’S POV:I hated seeing her like this. So distressed, confused, and frustrated. She appeared as though she was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. The sky was already starting to dim, and the air became cooler, but the thick, nauseating scent of blood still hung in the air. I watched Rosaline and everyone else search with torches around the area where it all happened.But I knew it was pointless. We all knew it, and so did she. But what better option did she have?I had an idea, but I did not want to share it. If I did, Rosaline would jump at the opportunity and end up getting hurt. Because one of my girls is already in danger, I cannot afford to risk the other.“You seem to be quite deep in thought; you have been standing at this exact spot for the past thirty minutes.”My mother’s voice filled my ears and snapped me out of my world of deep thoughts. My attention fell on her as she stood beside me and supervised the search.“There is nothing here,” I said with the voice
DAMIEN’S POV: You have got to be kidding me. Was he the one behind all of this? Him? How can someone so irrelevant and low-class be the reason behind all of this? No, something about this did not add up. My fists clench with rage, and I feel my anger escalating. “Quit the yapping and give me, my daughter, your low life,” I growled, and he raised a brow. “Oh? You are no fun. I expected some sort of shock or amazement; you are nothing but a walking blob of rage and disappointment,” he snickered, and his words caused something to snap in me. Calm yourself, Damien; calm down. Remember, he still has Ariana; you have no idea where she is. You cannot risk losing her because of your anger. When he saw that I was not going to say anything, he sighed and said, “Let her go.” The sound of fast-approaching footsteps filled the air, and Ariana’s little form
ROSALINE’S POV: “Where is he?"Damien has been gone for over two hours; how could he disappear in the midst of Ariana’s kidnapping? Exactly, he wouldn’t. Damien is way too crazy to get kidnapped by a measly gang of wolves. He would never be taken by surprise; rather, he would walk right into them, kill them off, and walk out in ten minutes like nothing happened. I should have known; he had a lead and did not want to tell me that when he was still here, he wouldn’t help in the search. Hell, he did not even look like he cared about what we were doing.I can’t believe I did not notice him slip past me. What was he thinking, going to get Ariana by himself? Yes, Damien was crazy, but this bastard decapitated one of my personal maids and sent her head in a fucking gift box. This guy was a psychopath.Judging by the way Marielle’s demeanor had changed ever since he disappeared, I knew she knew something. She shrugged and said, with a voice so empty,“I saw him leave but didn’t want to s
ROSALINE’S POV:My eyes feel dry even before I open them, and when I do, I shut them back quickly due to the blinding light that penetrated my eyelids. A groan left my lips, and I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, causing me to hiss. My hands travel down to the hurting area, but unlike the soft skin I expected to feel, there is a hard substance. It took me only a second to realize that it was a bandage.That was when it all came flowing back.The pain in my chest My vision. Damien is fighting off an entire pack of wolves. Ariana crying. Derrick…Derrick!My eyelids fly apart, and I sit up quickly. My eyes fall to the thick white bandage that wraps around my lower half. I noticed that I was not in the same outfit that I had been in earlier. I now wear a white crop top and shorts. I look around frantically to see that I am not in the blood-covered field like I had expected but in my very own room and I was not alone. Lying by my side was Ariana. She had an arm