As I sit here staring into James’ sparkling green eyes, I see they’re blown wide with lust. His hands hold a punishing grip on my hips, keeping me in place, not that I’d want to be anywhere other than right here. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. For years I questioned if James found me attractive. If I’d ever be the woman that he looks at and feels that undeniable desire like I have. I’ve undressed him hundreds of times in my head. Imagined what it would be like to have his body hovering above me. Sweat glistening off our skin. I’ve even wondered what he tastes like. But never have I thought those thoughts would be reciprocated…. Until now. “You might be my wife, Rosalind. But I will not take you,” he pulled back, jerking his hips again, “Until you call off the divorce.”It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my body. I’d entirely forgotten about the impending divorce. The one that I’d initiated. A perfectly straight, white row of teeth pulled Jame

“Are we going to talk about last night?” I chewed on my lower lip, staring at James. He’d just climbed out of a shower. A towel hung low on his hips, stealing my attention.Whatever happened yesterday changed something between us. His movements froze mid reach for a dress shirt, “Do you have something you’d like to talk about?”That was the million-dollar question. Did I want to bring attention to the obvious shift in our relationship, or pretend like this is how it’s always been and ignore the obvious Elephant in the room? I’ve dreamed of moments like these for years. And it all started with a kiss on the couch last night. This morning, I’m laying on my stomach in James’ bed, watching him get ready for work. His head appeared around the door frame, “You obviously have something on your mind, Rosalind.”A heavy breath slipped from my lips as they pulled down, “I guess I just feel like we went from zero to one hundred really fast….” I paused, completely forgetting what I was going t

Fear encapsulated my mind each time that James spoke. But Marina's words kept replaying in my mind.  If you don't tell her, I will. 

The memory was so vivid, almost like a movie playing in my mind.I remember being shocked at his recovery. I’d never seen a human heal so fast. But that was only the tip of the iceberg.When he’d finally woken up, he was fully prepared to tear the hospital apart to get to Marina.He’d called her his mate. Which could only mean that when she said we were both his soulmates, that’s what he had meant all those years ago.“Trying to wrack that pretty little head for anything to dispute what he’s saying?” Marina snickered, waltzing into the room like she owned the place.I lifted my head, staring into her icy blue eyes. They lacked warmth, and I wondered why she hated me so much when I had been the one kept in the dark all this time.“Nothing to say?” she shook her head, arching a brow.“Why would you do that to him?”The question had been burning in the back of my mind. In all honesty, Marina had consistently done things that would hurt the man that she claims to love in an attempt to hu

How can a day start so perfectly, only to turn into an absolute shit show in a matter of moments. And it’s only gone downhill since then. Marina forced my hand this morning when I wasn’t ready. When Rosalind wasn’t ready. And now, as I sit on the floor of my own fucking kitchen; I can see that she’s hanging on by a thread. I had next to no relationship experience before the attack on my pack. I was waiting for my mate, and then my mate was in a coma, and I was so angry at the world, that I didn’t bother putting in even an ounce of effort when it came to my marriage with Rosalind. She was the perfect wife. I see that now as I sit across from her, staring at her tear-stained face. Rosa was always there when I needed her. She took every demand that I made with stride and put in her all despite my overly shitty attitude. She spent hours preparing for galas and events, slapping on a fake smile, and laughing at my fake jokes for the greater good. For this fucking stupid image that I’d be