Rosalina's Hope - D.D. Dass (good books to read in english .TXT) 📗

Sebastien...don't hurt her!,

focusing hard on him and praying he heard me.

In the back of my mind I wonder how nobody heard—noticed the entire ruckus…How had no one seen her break the damn door down? Why the hell was I always left in the dark?

To my horror Sebastien was still fixed on Dr. James who appeared to be crying. I could not tell my vision was too hazy, focusing in and out every few seconds.

Sebastien you will not hurt her! Do you hear me?

To my complete relief he stopped again, his head turning in my direction. I closed my eyes against a cringe, his face was a mask of death...his canines were cutting into his bottom lip, his eyes were total darkness. Looking back up, I couldn’t help but cringe at that hatred in those lifeless depths.

A flash of His dark eyes instantly came to mind as I shook, trying to scoot away.

Sebastien’s eyes flashed a hazel before returning to black and I suddenly understood that I wasn’t looking at my mate…but his wolf. But my mate was there…he was fighting and that gave me enough strength to heft my body up as my weight was supported by the wall.

The room I noticed vaguely was destroyed. I didn’t realize until then, the sofa was torn into the book cases that were knocked over. The window beside my therapist was broken, glass covering the floors and I had no inkling as to how it happened.

“Come here,” I whispered the order to Sebastien. He didn’t hear me though as he walked toward Dr. James again, only feet away and his hand—paw flexed, claws extending as Dr. James sobbed.

I couldn’t take it anymore as I stumbled for him.

“Sebastien you’re scaring me!” I don’t know what it was…A cry, scream, choke…but it worked as he turned for me, his eyes still black pits but gleaming with some emotion. I fell as he came to me, exhaustion making me weak as I held his gaze, trying to be brave enough for my therapist. He fell to his knees beside me and I swear he purred and closed his eyes.

And then I felt him. My mate.

I no longer was afraid for Dr. James…I knew my mate wouldn’t harm her so I dropped my head and finally….finally let the blissful rest snag me.

Unknown Power (Bastien):

I fought against the pain that made my head feel as if it were being split into a million pieces. The power I was using was immense as I tried to stop myself—my wolf from murdering the she-wolf.

But it would be so easy to let him have his way…to kill who had dared to try and hurt what was outs…so fucking simple.

No! I was shouting it in my head as the splinting pains lodged itself harder into my skull, daring me to attempt and stop it.

If I’d been in control of my body I would have passed out the pain was too much. My mind was in swirls and I couldn’t seem to focus on one thing.

It was all coming to me in sickening blows. The abuse I took for my mother and sister to protect them, the growing hatred my sister harbored for me, the pack members who yearned for my death, the growing hatred I even held for myself. . .Every single fuck up hit me hard in the chest as I kept the pain locked away.
Betrayed, you were betrayed! Nobody had ever loved you Bastien! Let me show you what it means to love! Let me protect what is ours!

God no, I cried to the darker angrier side of my wolf…Yet I was in denial at my answer.

Yes…yes. Just make the voice stop! Make the pain go away!” It was a agonized plea…one that came from my mouth as I wondered why I didn’t just die…God death sounded so . . .wonderful. My wolf, however, snarled happily allowing me to watch from his—my eyes as we—he stalked toward the therapist…A substitute for the others.

Stop! Sebastien don’t hurt her!

It was her beautiful whisper in my mind…Oh yeah…it was her…mine the only rose that called me Sebastien…My beautiful rose. Maybe I should stop this….Nooooopppeeee I thought happily at the peaceful haze.

But God what was I thinking? Hell what was I doing? I couldn’t…hurt this she-wolf for nothing…yet I was trapped. My wolf was so focused on keeping everyone from knowing what was going on in the room and avenging me and my mate that he didn’t hear a single thing…

Oh but my sweet Rosa did… I needed her. For the first time I was willing to admit…I needed her.

Sebastien you will not hurt her! Do you hear me?

Loud and clear I thought with a laugh. I felt myself fading from my own body. How fun.

Thankfully my wolf heard her then and the rage that filled us decreased, bringing me back down into myself. The pain had being to fade again as well. When he turned back I gained more strength, demanding his obedience. Trying to regain the control.

Rosa cringed then and so did my wolf, power failing him for a split second before he reminded himself he could make our hurt go away…

For fuck’s sakes, he began forward, slightly more determined.

Then that soft whisper flooded our ears, caressing them, “Come here.” My wolf ignored her again, but I fought on. I would not let this happen.

You will stop. I am in control and I command it.

I laughed; I knew where my arrogance came from.

Whatever.

I realized then that neither of us were in control…No, Rosa was in control.

“Sebastien,” my heart stopped at her failing voice. “You’re scaring me!” And we were fucking shredded into scattered pieces. Our hurt long forgotten we immediately rushed to her with tenderness I hadn’t thought my wolf capable of. She looked terrified and I loathed it with everything in me.

So much that I pushed my wolf out and with a blink everything returned. I was in my own mind, my own body…

Forcefully I caught my breathing, keeping my defensive walls up and turning to the doctor who was crying in racking sobs. I felt no pity.

Rosa went limp then and I growled a little, lifting her from the hard floor in one arm and striding to the messed up coach and pushing it in a right position. Only then did I lie her down.

My head spun as I turned, aware of the acidic pain coursing through me but ignoring it to deal with the she-wolf.

“Alright doctor,” I sounded tired to my own ears. “You are going to get yourself together. You hear me?” She sobbed a little more but nonetheless nodded, smelling heavily of fear. I smiled evilly.

“Good…that’s good,” I wondered. “Now you are going to tell them exactly this. You were robbed; Rosa escaped out the window and took off. Give me your keys,” I commanded and she pointed a shaky finger to the floor. The key was there beside a crinkled notepad. Keeping my sense on her I knelt, grabbing the key and going to the file holder and grabbed any files. I’d throw them away later.

“You’re going to say you didn’t see the thief’s face. That clear?” She gave a muffled whine but again nodded. “One more thing…If you ever lay a finger on her again…It will be your last move,” I promised.

Then I nodded at her, lifting Rosa before walking out. Everything was frozen I noticed as I slipped through the doors, not dropping my defenses until I laid Rosa into the backseat.

Then I quickly left, listening to the shouts.

Job done.

I drove quickly as I could, going crazy over the previous events. My wolf was stronger than I’d given him credit for…He was furious. But I gained more power…Oh yeah I could feel how much in my pain. My hand had shifted yet I remained in human from…That was something many wolves could not do, yet I felt no praise. Only dismay.

I shook myself, realizing I had built defensive walls, meaning nobody could hear, see, sense anything going on around the place I protected. That, I decided, was a plus.

I groaned a little, feeling an unknown dizziness sweep over me. My eyes were even heavy and…leaking.

“Oh hell,” I muttered. Was I crying? I wiped at my face, finding the dark blood. With a curse I pressed the gas harder. This was bad.

When I finally made it to Rosa’s I was half asleep, mumbling some shit about love as I retrieved Rosa. She moaned a little when I lifted her but I ignored her, grabbing the key from my pocket and opening the door. I kicked it closed as I stumbled up the stairs.

God I was so tired…My eyes were still leaking as I got her boots off and put her in bed before tucking the blankets over her.

There she was comfortable, I thought as my eyes flickered closed. It felt to good…

Darkness became my blissful haven.

Cravings (Rosa):

With a sigh I threw the heavy blankets from my body, feeling stuffy and hot despite the winter weather. Peeling my sweater and jeans off I grabbed my towel at the end of the bed and stretched, feeling an odd ache in my body.

Then everything came back in a rush as I glanced around, expecting my therapists office but finding my rooms surroundings.

Sebastien. I frantically stumbled towards the door, tripping over something hard. I hit the ground with an auible thump, wincing as the pain subsided and realizing what I’d tripped over. In the dimly lit room my eyes focused on Sebastien’s face, my breath catching at the blood there. His eyes and lips were swollen, skin paler than usual, cheeks blood stained.

Hastily I rose, deciding quickly that he was too heavy