ROSE Rum caught himself before he turned away from the unwanted visitor to shoot a warning look at me. "Shut up, Rose," he reminded me in a low voice. "NO. I WON'T." I glared at the greyish white werewolf. Pushing myself forward to make my point, I continued chiding the wolf that was supposed to be the wiser one. "Like Rum said, you're not his father. So unless Rum's father personally told you so, you have no right to say what you said. Do you know how hurtful that is? You’re talking about Rum’s father!" Rum jumped onto the counter and barked at me, "Shut the hell up!" And he swivelled his focus back at the greyish-white wolf. I don’t care about Rum’s warning. I want this werewolf to apologise to Rum! Anyone can tell that Rum loves and respects his father a lot. I won't sit by and watch another person use that to hurt him. What’s wrong with choosing your own way of living? It’s your life, isn’t it? You have the right to make a choice, even if it’s not a popular one! "NO! I wo
ROSE “That’s fucking racist,” Rum breathed. “Of course, we go to school! Seriously. We are decent beings. We have our lives too, you know.” I felt his eyes roll heavenward at my ignorance. I tried to pull back, wanting to apologise to him, but he tightened his hold to keep me in his arms. So I whispered in his ear, “Sorry.” “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Talk into my ear.” “Why?” “Jesus Christ…,” he grumbled. “My ears are sensitive, that’s why! A-And… you’ll ruin my hearing!” Oh shit! I wouldn’t want to ruin his songs for the other fans! I hastily flipped my cheek, so I’m facing the elevator, and apologised profusely. “Anyway, yes, we do go to school. And we take classes. Not the subjects you humans take.” My interest was piqued again. I asked eagerly, “What kind of subjects?” “Hmm… there’s history, language, practical studies—.” “Practical studies?” “Here, you call them Math and Science. You learn them separately. Back home, we learn them together as one class.”
ROSE Pant! Pant! Pant! Why must I exercise too?! I stared at the scenery beyond the glass wall of the gym, located next to the kitchen—the side of the penthouse that I haven’t gone to, until now. Pant! Pant! Pant! Pant! Oh my god… I can’t feel my legs… No, no… Rose, hang in there. If you stop right now, Rum will extend the timing. HANG IN THERE. Focus on the view. Don’t think of the pain in my thighs… oh no! My calves are melting! The burn—! “Goddamn it, Rose! You only started two minutes ago! Why do you look even more dead than a fucking log?” I glared at the view that was glowing with morning light. Of course I look like a fucking log! I did fifty sit-ups and ten push-ups before those two minutes! Who wouldn’t feel dead after that much exercise? The Alpha of the Rude Sadist pack shouted, “Shall I get Niro to give you a chase so you’ll run properly?” “It’s alright!” I forced my back to straighten and trudged on the treadmill. “I can do this!” “If I don’t get to you
ROSE Rum looked ready to sink his fangs into the housekeeper. But I’m not about to let him act rashly—he can’t shift now, there are too many people around! So I was on a high alert—ready to jump into anything, just to protect Rum. The second Rum slammed a resentful hand on the table, I quickly stood, my chair shoved back in a sharp drag, as though I was the main character of this dramatic confrontation—not Rum. “GODMOTHER!” I shrieked in a defensive tone. “I’ve told you a million times, you got the wrong guy! This is RUM, MY BOSS. Not Keith!” The couple stared at me, dumbfounded. Looks like they were expecting Rum to make a scene, so when I was the one who caused the ruckus, it was like an ambush punch in their faces. I swung around and Rum was equally shocked by the twist of events. Not giving the couple a second of time to recover and come up with something to foil my own plan, I hastily apologised to make my story convincing. “I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Rum. Please don’t fi
ROSE Stay calm, Rose…. I pursed my lips tight to fight a scream of fear. “We’ve gotta find Keithen,” a woman’s voice sounded in front of me—the Ice Queen. “He’ll come,” the housekeeper prophesied. He removed his fingers—and the pain vanished, allowing me to catch up my missed breaths—and then said, “We’ve got her anyway. So he’ll come.” I was gasping fruitlessly for air. Rum won’t come. I won’t call out for him. It’s much too risky. We’re still in plain sight of the public. “Still, we need to stay alert—you know how crafty that cub is.” The woman now sounded frantic, as though afraid. “Let’s go.” And they started walking. “Where do we go now?” asked the man. "These humans are giving me strange looks for carrying this girl." “Keithen's quarters. I got the directions from Magnus,” decided the Ice Queen. “Let’s wait for him there.” “Goddess me, that means we'll have to take that metal case. Didn't Magnus say that it’s a migraine?” “My Deity, Ellis! You’re an Alpha, fo
ROSE I stared at Elena in awe as she checked my limbs like a doctor, pressing at significant points, feeling for any broken bones. “Nothing’s broken….” She glanced up at me and reassured me. “Don’t worry. I may not be a Healer, but a Luna has to be just as good with the pre-aids—.” Does she mean ‘First Aid’? “... Take a deep breath… Do you feel any pain?” She looked at me worriedly. Cautiously, I shook my head. “Lungs alright so far.” She pressed my stomach and a sharp ache shut my eyes. And she quickly concluded, “Darn. Abdomen Is bruised. Goddess blast it, you shouldn’t have jumped off like that—it’s dangerous for you!” “Well, you shouldn't have carried me off first!” I protested. “You didn't even ask for permission.” She blinked twice at me and then burst into chuckles. First, Magnus. Now, her. Boy, do they really like to laugh at the most untimely moments. As the chuckles weakened, Elena explained softly, “You remind me so much of a friend I used to know—a Healer."
ROSE I realised my stupidity. I shook my head and whispered apologetically, “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He pulled back and brushed through his hair in extreme frustration. “You insulted me, Rose.” I bolted to a stand and cried out in remorse, “I’m sorry, Rum! I really am!” He swung around. And in one stride, he arrived before me and wrapped his arms around me, crashing me against his firm muscular chest, and then squeezed me tight. I sniffed back my tears. Why am I tearing up again? Am I relieved that Rum won’t be going anywhere? Or maybe I’m glad of my stupidity, and Rum is stronger than I think. “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered. It was then I felt the soft thudding of his rapid heartbeat against my chest. And more tears streamed down silently. “I’m really sorry.” “Don’t you ever try that shit again,” he ordered fiercely. “You hear me?” I nodded with a sniff. And he stiffened. Then, his tone softened. “Nice work back there. It was a brilliant mo
ROSE Elena was now trying to break the two men apart like a mother hen. “Stop it you two! Ellis!” “Apologise to her!” Ellis grabbed a fistful of Rum’s hair, about to yank it off his scalp, while Rum was pushing Ellis’s chin up, about to break his jaw. “RUM, PLEASE!” I cried out. “Shut up, Rose!” Rum barked, gritting his teeth. I grabbed the remote controller off the table and plucked out the batteries and raised it high, aiming at the two grunting men. “STOP IT, RUM! OR I’LL THROW THIS MERCURY AT YOU!” Instantly, everyone froze. Then, Elena swiftly pulled Ellis behind her. Rum squinted at the thing in my hand then scoffed. “Batteries? Seriously, Rose—.” “APOLOGISE TO ELENA.” I glared at him. The superstar was briefly baffled and then quickly smirked like a sullen teenager. “Or what? Throw that tiny shit at me? Sure. They look like weapons of destruction.” I observed the batteries with amusement. “They are weapons of destruction to werewolves—just cut them open and