DAMIEN'S POV:I always knew when she was lying.Whenever she did, she could not look me in the eye. Like right now.Her eyes went in every direction except mine, and I could see her mind swarm with a million truths as she tried to decipher which one of them I meant."I don't understand what you are talking about," she said once she managed to recover from her shock. She made her way to her closet, acted as though I were not in the room, and just asked her a question. My jaw clenched, and I shot to my feet and made my way towards her. I grabbed her by the waist, and a gasp left her little lips when I pushed her against the hardwood."What were you and Stephen talking about?" I clarified, and she visibly relaxed against me.What truth did she think I was asking for? Does that mean she was hiding something else from me?"I told you to forget about that, Damien," she said while trying to free herself from my grasp, but it only made me tighten it."Like hell, I would!" I snapped, and that

DAMIEN’S POV:FEW HOURS EARLIER:“Alright, I will help you find your mate,” Stephen said with a smirk on his lips. His eyes sparkled in a way I did not like. In a way, that said he was planning something.“Okay, then let’s go,” I said, but he shook his head negatively.“No, not right now. Tomorrow, I am guessing you did not tell your wife where you were heading this morning,” he said before returning his gaze to the table as another opponent stepped up to challenge him. Guilt overtakes my heart, but I do my best to ignore it. “How did you find out you have a mate anyway?” “I have been having these flashbacks of a woman, but I can’t see her face. I just know her name is Rosaline and that she is angry,” I explain, and he paused to look at me like I was crazy. But there was this hint of curiosity mixed with amusement in his eyes.“Angry? Why so?” “I do not know; I can only feel it. it’s frightening…” I trail off. I hated the way I was sounding; I was so confused and did not know what

Rosaline’s POV:He killed him.Damien Creed killed his own best friend. Because of me.I could not take my eyes off Stephen’s lifeless ones; they bore deep into mine, plaguing me with a guilt that I might carry forever.The sound of Damien’s heavy breaths causes me to look up at him. He had his head grasped in his hands and appeared to be going through the worst pain imaginable, yet something told me it was not because he had taken the life of the man he had spent his entire teenage years with.“Damien?” I called out but got only a grunt in response. His face was turning a bright shade of red, and that was when a sense of urgency arose in me. Something was happening to him."Damien, what’s wrong?” I asked him, managing to summon enough courage to walk over Stephen’s body and to my mate, who needed help. I never cared for Stephen, even while we were in high school; Damien has always been far more important. I reach out my hand to him, but he retracts the second our skin makes contact,

ROSALINE’S POV: I was almost terrified to open my eyes. The last few days started horribly the moment my eyelids fell apart, and I do not think I can handle that happening again. But then I hear a chuckle, and my face is hit with a gust of minty air.“How long are you going to lie there pretending you are asleep?” A voice I knew all too well said Slowly, I opened my eyes and was blessed with one of the most beautiful sights in this world.His eyes.“I think the real question is, How long have you been watching me?” I ask, and he smirks at me mischievously. Instead of giving me an answer, he takes my lips between his and kisses me passionately. The kiss was long, one of the longest I have ever had, if I were being honest. I could have sworn he did not want to let go. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer. His tongue first explored my mouth, and he hummed like he had never tasted something so sweet before. When he was done with that, he sucked at my bottom lip before

ROSALINE’S POV:“It’s time,” Peace said once she walked into my room. Her mouth dropped, but she quickly covered it up with her hands. I could have sworn I saw a few hints of tears in her eyes. “Wow, you look so beautiful, Rosaline.”“I know, right?”!” Stephanie squeals before falling dramatically on my bed. She releases an exhale before saying, “When will I find my mate? Someone that would be my prince charming?"“Stephanie!” Peace hisses, “Do you know where you lie? Get up!” Immediately, Stephanie rises to her feet, like the bed has burned her.“Shit, shit,” she says on repeat as she hurriedly dresses the bed to perfection. Peace slaps a hand over her forehead and sighs heavily. She brings her wristwatch to her face and meets her sister’s eyes.“Our work here is done; we need to leave,” she tells Stephanie, who nods in response. I scowl.“Now what do I do?” I ask them, and their eyes meet mine; their smiles are identical yet different. Stephanie’s held excitement, while Peace’s held