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

sent me to voicemail and my heart sunk in my chest. Closing my eyes I tried for a last time…

“What the fuck is so important that you won’t leave me be?” I closed my eyes prepared to beg.

“Please sister mine…I’m begging you to help me,” I breathed without hesitation.

“What are you asking of me?” Her tone wasn’t the slightest softer but she was listening and that was enough. I stumbled over my words until finally I finished the story and waited for her to tell me to fuck off once more.

“Where are you?” Feeling clogged my throat and I hemmed twice, closing my eyes as I told her the address.

“Thank you sister mine,” I whispered in French. The line went dead, leaving me with nothing but growing insanity and panic. I looked down at my hands and they shook as I paced. I’d always known having Rosa was too much good luck for me…

Aimee appeared then in human form. She stalked up to me, blue eyes blazing as she slapped me. My cheek was beginning to sting from all the blows although I only felt a pinprick of pain…

“I hate you! I really fucking hate your sorry ass!” She screamed as she shook her tiny form vibrating under her rage. I didn’t speak. “But damn me to hell, I’m going to help you…because you helped me…” I was so shocked my eyes wouldn’t blink. She stared at me with misty eyes. “Yeah...you tried.” I opened my mouth and inhaled a gulp of air, forcing down the emotions.

“Come.” My voice was raw as I started for the woods, inhaling deeply the welcoming sick scent that polluted the air.

“Good God,” Aimee croaked, “That smells like death.” I nodded.

“I need you to track that scent for me Aimee. Now please,” I told her desperately. With guarded blue eyes she left me to shirt. I stripped and tore into a large wolf, holding my clothes in my mouth with care.

In seconds she returned in true form she sniffed the area, her blue eyes narrowed slits. Without any indication of where she was going she sped into the woods, I was by her side.

I could focus on nothing but getting to mine. In my blood I felt us getting closer but the farther away from the mountains we went…

So you were really kicked out of another pack huh?

I didn’t answer as she growled. 

Why does it matter?

I cracked. 

It doesn’t. I am…relieved.

 

The stark emotion, the relief, in that sentence rammed at my chest but I couldn’t allow this to alter my focus…No, it didn’t matter. I could mourn that later. Now was Rosalina.

My wolf was raging with bloodlust, causing me a head ache while my mate kept kicking me with agony in the chest. Putain.

Aimee was all sped but I was quicker so as soon as she lost speed I pushed myself further.

Until I realized she had completely stopped going in my direction. Cart-wheeling around I followed on her heels, pushing through the trees into an open…clearing? Holy fucking hell. Aimee proceeded and there in plain sight was a barn, painted white and dark blue it was sturdy looking, made up of wood. The entry was closed.

Aimee stopped. Gratitude welled in me, Thank you sister mine. I am forever in your debt.

This doesn’t feel right.

 

Her voice was just a breath in my mind and it was abrupt then…I knew it…death was coming tonight.

For me. I went numb…

I wished I could’ve given you a better life…That I could have sheltered you from fathern...From myself. But know this…I tried my best…Even though it was no where near good enough, I just wanted to…shit yeah…I just wish…I wished you could’ve loved me…But I’m ready to let it go now sister mine. I will always love you anyway…Goodbye Aimee, blooded sister mine.

Her shoulders were slouched as she stared at the ground, her claws digging into the ground with so much tension that it was a surprise she didn’t lunge for me. 

If I hear nothing in the next hour I will report to the alpha.

 

And that was that, she was gone without a backwards glance.

I shook myself, shifting and pulling on clothes. I walked towards the barns doors, my senses on full alert. I heard nothing….just eerie silence as I smelt my mates lavender scent… It surrounded the place. Along with light traces of other scents…Fuck.

My sanity urged me to approach another way but my mind said screw sanity so with a growl I nearly ripped the barn door down.

It was dark in the barn; I made out a table and poles…chains… My blood froze and I didn’t know what to expect as I turned…but it wasn’t what I found.

Everything faded but my mate. She sat in an old wooden chair, her legs and arms pinned to the chair but otherwise she looked unharmed. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth gagged closed. Oh God.

I almost lost it as I worked my numb legs closer. I removed the rag from her mouth just as she cried out my name.

Before I understood someone was behind me a gun shot was fired. I whirled around, feeling a fire claw at my back but I saw nothing but red. The need to protect mine was so fierce that with a roar I lunged. The shotgun the human held was fired again just as I dug my teeth into his neck, twisting until it snapped. The sound was glorious avenge.

There was a little whimper. Rosa. I turned and stepped for her but instead feel to my knees.

What the hell?

Everything begun to spin and then…exploded white as I lost it.

Set Free (Rosa):

Pain flooded my body as the gun fire went off. But nothing hit me. God but it hurt, raw fire clawing my stomach as Sebastien went for the human I heard another gun shot and cried out a little at the pain in my lower back.

This wasn’t my pain. It was Sebastien’s. I whimpered, trying to get him to stop just as he turned. He looked gloriously lethal. But he was bleeding…so much blood as he stepped forward, his hazel eyes sharp, his knees buckled.

Two humans came running then and the one with the sledgehammer and I screamed; my eyes snapping closed just as I heard the agonizing crack! I went limp as all pain left me…I forced my eyes open, just in time to see the two humans dragged Sebastien’s unconscious body away, blood smeared the grounds before they grunted as lifted his body onto the same table that He had laid me two years back.

Something snapped in me as I watched them bind my mates’ wrist and I began to shake, rage clouding my vision as I struggled against the binds that held me from killing those humans.

I didn’t give a shit that it was murder they were going to hurt mine! My fear was gone as if it had never existed I was ready to kill Him. So ready.

As if answering my prayers He stepped into my line of vision. And it was just Him and me. I couldn’t remember him before but now…God he was just as I remembered. Tall and lanky, to slender…pale, hollow face…dressed like he was going to a fancy restaurant…but it was the eyes that made me cringe a little…Hollow pits…Scarred badly the left was white fire and the right one was black, complete darkness.

A smile lit His features as He took a step forward; seeming to forget the dead man at His feet He stepped on him. With a growl every man in the barn recoiled. Somewhere behind me I heard my mothers muffled sobs but I couldn’t focus on her…

“Get rid of that.” He pointed at the dead man. After it was gone He looked back at me. I wanted to throw up, the sick happiness on his face.

He began at me and I straightened, glaring with hatred. “You see what you’ve done my darling? If you would have just behaved I wouldn’t have to torture him to death…Although I do like a bit of fun.” His face was close to mine now, his lips brushing my ear. I flinched, disgusted as fear tinged my rage.

“Love makes you do crazy things doesn’t it? God you look even lovelier than the last time I saw you…And you’ve recovered your hard edge,” he said softly, rough fingers on my neck. My stomach tightened and I felt ready to faint. Instead I head butted Him, seeing stars as my head swam while he laughed making me shiver.

“I hate you! You’re such a sick bastard! I hope you rot in hell,” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I hated him so much more than could be said.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I stopped speaking automatically, snapping my mouth shut and forgetting my struggles. They only amused him more. When he crouched in front of me I met his eyes, the sick adoration I saw there made me feel like running. And I had the feeling that if I wasn’t tied up I wouldn’t…because I never could before. He followed be everywhere and then I remembered…every little detail that had happened two years back.

Every cut being ripped open in my heart as the last of my tears fell. No longer would He control me.

“You always had more fight in you than that twin of yours…That exactly why I mated you. You tame the devil in me darling. And I promise when I finish the rest of them I will show you just how much I love—need you.” I closed my eyes as the memories replayed in my head, the raping…the beatings…the love. I felt like I was back there as I turned my head, searching for some sign that I was in the present…And there he was. Mine. God they were still tying him down…and he was giving no struggle…

I sent up a prayer that somehow…They would get out safe…

And then I was screaming as pain clawed up my neck. I screamed and screamed, feeling weaker when I heard a male—Sebastien’s hoarse shout. I wanted to turn but the pain was too great and my neck was locked in an iron hold, my vision fading in and out. I shook my head widely, realizing he’d bitten me…Tears threatened to overflow my eyes it hurt so bad but I promised I wouldn’t cry, ever again for Him. I managed to keep them at bay, focusing on Sebastien; he was arching up on the table, bleeding immensely, blood