LOGINROSENTINEThe way Bastian carried me to the bed with a mix of urgency and care made me feel both safe and desired.But what truly made my heart race was the look he gave me before he laid me down—a gaze filled with emotions that words could not fully express.“I love you,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. As a result, a warm smile tugged at my lips before I reached up to cup his cheek.“I love you too,” I whispered back, my thumb brushing gently against his skin while his eyes softened by my touch. He then nuzzled my palm and pressed a delicate kiss to its center before he leaned in to capture my lips in a kiss.I wrapped my arms around his neck, genuinely missing this kind of intimacy and closeness. His hands explored my sides, careful and slow, as if he didn’t want to rush any part of this moment. I shivered at his touch. After all, it was so familiar, yet so new all over again.He pulled away just enough to meet my eyes, his forehead pressed to mine.“Are you okay?” he asked
ROSENTINE“Can’t we seek the Royal Physician’s help?” I asked, even though I knew Bastian wouldn’t like it. After all, he never hid his hatred for the Alpha King.He slowed his steps as we entered the main house, his hand resting on my waist wavering as if he was weighing the idea. Then he turned to me, his face hard to read but clearly reluctant to reject the thought completely.“We could,” he said at last, slow and careful, “but I doubt His Majesty would help.”“Don’t worry. I’m still searching for physicians all over the kingdom who might know what to do about Rosalia’s condition.” His hand slipped from my waist and intertwined with our hands instead as we continued to walk. As soon as we were upstairs, I expected him to walk me to my room, but to my surprise, we went to his.“Why are we here?” I asked, after all, this was my first time coming in here.The room was spacious, with dark wooden walls lined with shelves of books. A faint scent of cedar and smoke lingered in the air, st
ROSENTINEWeeks had gone by, and honestly, I still wasn’t used to the way the pack had started treating me. Everyone was suddenly so warm, so considerate, some of them even pulling me aside to apologize for how things used to be.It was strange, almost too much, like stepping into a dream where the world had flipped upside down overnight. But I was learning to accept it, little by little, and deep down, I knew I appreciated their effort.Most of all, I was relieved to be accepted as their future Luna, something I hadn’t dared to hope for before.“Are you okay, sis?” I asked, glancing over at Rosalia as we shared tea under the gazebo of her annex. It had become a habit these past few days, ever since we made up.At first, being with her felt awkward, like we were both wearing shoes that didn’t quite fit, but over time, something between us began to shift. The silences grew more comfortable; the smiles, more genuine.“Yeah, I was just a bit dizzy.” Rosalia’s voice was quiet, but it star
ROSENTINE“Do you really have to go back to the north? We’re already complete again, why do you need—”“Stop,” Rosalia sighed as she looked at our mother, who was desperately trying to stop us from leaving.Everything was still a shock to me: the loss of the baby, the truth about Rosalia's actions, and the fact that Ezekiel gave up just like that. I was expecting him to protest, but surprisingly, he didn't.Was it because he was shocked by what happened the other night? Or perhaps, Bastian said something to him? Either way, I was glad that he stopped his sudden obsession with me.Still, I couldn't help but feel sad that I had to lose the child growing inside of me just to make everything go back to normal. Even though it wasn't mine, the pain still lingered deep inside me, heavy enough that sometimes I caught myself placing a hand over my stomach without thinking.“Rosentine,” my mother called me, her voice trembling slightly. “Can’t you forgive us? I know we’ve wronged you, but it’s
ROSALIAMy body wouldn’t stop shaking as I looked at my sister’s unconscious state. When the doctor told her that she had miscarried, she passed out, and until now, there had been no sign of her waking up.The doctor explained that she’d been under too much stress, and the emotional trauma of losing the baby had overwhelmed her. As a result, we were advised to keep her environment calm and supportive to aid her recovery, physically and emotionally.But I didn’t know how I was supposed to help her, not when I was part of the reason she’d been so stressed these past weeks.Guilt curdled in my stomach, twisting tighter every time I glanced at her. I should have protected her. Instead, I’d made things worse, piling my own anger on top of everything she was already dealing with.“Rosie, you should rest—”“Leave.” My voice came out flat, cold, before I even looked at my mother standing in the doorway. I didn’t want to see her face.I didn’t want to see any of them, not when every time I loo
ROSENTINEI couldn’t bring myself to meet Alpha Bastian’s eyes, not after Ezekiel so bluntly told him we planned on getting married. If I looked up, I might see something in his expression that would make me hesitate, and if I hesitated, I might not be able to go through with this at all.It was safer to keep my gaze fixed on the table, my dinner growing colder by the second, pretending I didn’t notice the tension radiating off him. The last thing I wanted was to see disappointment, or worse, betrayal, flicker across his face. If I saw that, I might shatter completely.And as if things weren’t already complicated, he’d brought Rosalia. I should have been happy for her, and maybe on some level, I was, seeing her finally reunited with my family. Yet, somehow, I couldn’t help but feel the bitterness that lingered in my heart.Jealousy, of all things. I’d never wanted to be the kind of person who let envy take over, but here I was, feeling it anyway. I repeated to myself, over and over, th
ROSALIAThis was the first time Bastian had ever spoken to me that way. The first time I’d seen the ice in his tone, directed right at me.I could feel the familiar shield of manipulation I’d built crumble in the space between us, brittle and useless now that he’d seen through my act—the coughing,
BASTIAN“How is she?” I asked, careful to keep my tone even as I glanced at Owen. He handed over the stack of work I’d sent him, and I tried not to show how much I pathetically longed for her.It had already been a week since Rosentine moved to his annex. Not even that far from the main house, yet
ROSENTINE“I’m ready,” I whispered, relaxing my breath as I watched Alpha Bastian’s hand, slow and deliberate, stroking along his length, the bead of precum glistening at the tip. I swallowed hard, the reality of it settling in: tonight, I would lose my virginity.It was terrifying. There was a par
ROSENTINEThe warmth of the water should have settled my nerves, and for a moment, it did, soothing the tremble in my hands. But then Alpha Bastian began pressing gentle kisses along my bare shoulder, and my nerves shifted all over again.I knew I should be conscious because my back was facing him,







