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 lDAMIEN’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
ROSALINE’S POV: “Have you ever heard of a mate triangle, Rosaline?"Yes, I have.I thought it was a myth. It is said that a wolf can mate with two wolves, but that was for those the moon goddess cursed, and it happened only in very few circumstances.My nose scrunched, and I found it hard to wrap my head around what he was saying. There had to be some sort of mistake somewhere, or maybe he was bluffing.“A mate triangle is only possible when one person feels for two others,” I noted, meeting his eyes with countering ones. “And I feel nothing for you.”He pinched his eyes shut like my words were an arrow sent straight to his heart. An almost silent, but shaky, breath left his lips before he continued. “I know you don’t. This is a mate triangle complex; I am a third wheel,” he stated, and the look on my face must have indicated that I was still lost.“I hated Giovani Creed. I hated him for what he did to me. I hated him for neglecting me, abandoning me, and acting as though I never ev
DAMIEN’S POV: “Bloody mother fucker,” I groaned as I slowly came back to the world of the living. I was greeted with an immense amount of pain, like every single part of me felt like it had been set ablaze. “Fucking shit!” I cursed as I tried to move; hell, even attempting to open my eyes was a chore.“Those are not very nice words, daddy.”And just like that, my eyelids flew apart. I was met by Ariana’s bright smile that reached all the way to her ears. She sat by my side on the bed with her legs crossed and her hands on my left one. On my other side was Rosaline; her smile was not as wide as Ariana's, but it was warmer. Her eyes were glazed over, and I knew she was a second away from breaking into a crying fit. Her hands, which held my other right hand, squeezed them tightly as she spoke with a quiet voice.“You are awake,” she said, her voice breaking at the end. Before I could even get the chance to respond, the two girls jumped on me like I did not have some of the greatest wo
ROSALINE’S POV:It was just too hard to believe. How in the world were they brothers? They had no similar features whatsoever. Well, except for the eyes, of course. Damn those eyes to hell. The two brothers were engaging in some sort of stare-off, and I wondered how long it would last because they were both sitting down, and personally, I was tired of standing. It has been about ten minutes now.“What are you guys going to do with me?” Derrick asked, shattering the silence that seemed to be never-ending.“Well, there are three options. We can either kill you, imprison you for life, or…" Damien trailed off, and I wondered what the other option could be. There was no other option, which is why my eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when my husband said, “Or let you go.”“What?!”That word had come from both Derrick and me. There was no way Damien had actually said that, right? Or maybe he did not mean to?“What do you mean, let him go? That is not even an option,” I said fir
ROSALINE’S POV:It has been three days since Derrick committed suicide in front of me. Yes, it was suicide, and no one can tell me otherwise. He knew what would happen to him after pulling a stunt like that.It took me a while to get over it because, despite everything he had done, a part of me still felt something for him. He was my friend, even though it was just for a couple of weeks. And surprisingly, Damien has been quite supportive and understanding. I had expected him to throw a tantrum because I was moping over the man who had put him in this condition and held our child at gunpoint.Even though I was angry at myself for feeling this way, Damien understood.Derrick’s body was taken away and buried that very same hour. When the news reached Gio, a part of me expected to see some sort of pain or regret, but there was nothing.It was then that I understood why Derrick did what he did; he had nothing else to live for. It was best to end it all.After that, things had pretty muc