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

soaking his shirt.

The pain faded out as He stepped away, “Much better. Now that I’ve bitten you you’re life forces are no longer bonded…So he will die without you.” I kept my eyes on Sebastien, ignoring him completely.

Wake up Sebastien…I need you to wake up. I was inwardly shouting it at him. And his body jerked…I knew he was awake again. My keeper knew it too since rose, untying my bids. I threw a kick but was off my feet before I knew it happened, both my hands being held behind my back as he walked.

“Heed no worry Darling. He can’t get loose of the bob wire; it will cut his hands right off. We’re fairly safe…” My head spun as I went limp, fear for Sebastien causing my fresh tears. He pushed me right in Sebastien’s line of view, grabbing a fist full of my matted hair and yanking it so my wounded neck was revealed. I stifled a sob.

Sebastien roared, yanking hard against the bob wire and I shook my head, knowing he was cutting himself.

“Are you not Simon’s offspring?” Sebastien froze, the air did as well as He spoke, “Hmm, seems so. This is going to be such a waste of Alpha masochism…Ah well, watch me claim what is mine!”His voice was smugly pleased as my head was slammed backward. I gritted my teeth preparing for the white branding pain…but nothing could prepare anyone for it.

Searing…hot…I screamed at the same time as Sebastien and I hated that he felt my hurt. My eyes squeezed tightly as I clamped my mouth shut, dizziness making me sway. Everything was beginning to fade, the nauseating pulls at my neck being the only thing I felt now, my arms were so heavy…

There was a loud pop that made me long to open my heavy lids but I didn’t wanna…Another pop! I forced my lids to peel, my breath catching as Sebastien’s black eyes as he ripped the last of the bob wire at his ankles off with his claws. I flinched as he smiled; canines elongated . . . smile sadistic, eyes empty fire…

Oh no, no, no. . . . not mine . . . he wasn’t ever empty. . . I trembled, seeing an insanity I hadn’t seen in him ever before.

I didn’t see Sebastien pounce ether but one minute I was in His arms and the next I was bounding into the grounds, my ears ringing as pain exploded and blood flooded my mouth…I refused to lose consciousness. I had to help…somehow.

Looking around I crawled to a rigged table, thanking God when I grabbed a knife. The men from earlier where nowhere in sight though…

Growls and bangs echoed from behind me and I shook, refusing to look back and lose my train of thoughts. Crawling I made it to my mother, cutting her hands and feet loose of the ropes but she was unconscious…no help there.


A few feet away I did the same to Isaac’s unconscious body, checking his pulse to find it slow but there…Good…God that was good.

Closing my eyes I focused on breathing before I turned. The two wolves were so large, thankfully the barn was huge but still as they fought I found myself crying. I couldn’t keep track of the movements, fur blurring by and gurgled snarls . . .Then all went still as silent…Crack!

My eyes screwed shut . . .I was too much of a coward to look. . . Then I heard his raspy whisper and my heart shattered, “You can sleep well now baby, he’s gone…forever.”

Heaven was here after all, after all the hell. Heaven that turned into hell again as I looked up to see the men light the top of the barn on fire. Fumblingly I went to Sebastien, noticing the fresh wounds…God there was so much blood…his neck, his stomach…God where else?

Pulling my shirt off I pressed it to the bleeding hole in his stomach, his shirt was already gone.

And I prayed as I cried, prayed God was playing some sick jock and I wouldn’t have to say goodbye…
The End (Bastien):

I was floating, somewhere so high nothing was touching me. . . Nothing but the soft sniffles from my mate. My eyes were heavy as I forced them open, wondering where my arms and legs were…why couldn’t I see them?

You’re happy to die aren’t you bastard? I grinned a little, the loud snarl of my wolf made me want to laugh. . . Was I really grinned? I blinked harshly as my mate ripped off her shirt. I wanted to growl, to tell her to cover herself but my voice wasn’t working right. . . Dammit.

She pressed the shirt to what I thought was my stomach and I longed to make her feel better as she wiped a tear away. . . but I already realized this was the end. It was scary as hell, leaving her all alone. . . but it was worth it.

She could be happy now. Live that normal life she’d always wanted. Selfishly I hoped she would miss me. . .think of me.

With all the strength I had left I lifted a heavy arm, prying her hands from my stomach.

“Leave now Rosa . . . take your Mahmen and Isaac home and be safe. Promise me?” God why was it hurting to speak? My lungs struggled to intake air as she shook her head. So beautiful . . . so brave.

“No, no, no,” she mumbled shakily. “I will not leave you here…I can’t leave you here,” she wept, trying to push on her already soaking shirt. I shushed her lightly, wishing I could kiss her one last time…

I couldn’t seem to fight the darkness clogging my vision though.

“Hey,” I grumbled. “I fought hard for you, now it’s your turn to fight hard for me. Leave…Leave…Leave…Leave…” I repeated sadly, hearing my wolf howl in response.

“Stop saying that…You’re going to be fine…I mean you have to be fine.” Wrong, my wolf snarled, pushing me to continue the fight that had I had no chance at winning. My body wasn’t healing itself…My mind wasn’t in a better state. My wolf was snarling, my father was laughing, and I couldn’t think!

“No baby I won’t be….This is the best end I could have hoped for. You’re safe and live…You can be happy. The marks are fading.” I felt another wolf nearby but I knew who it was so I tripped over my words in French, “One day you’ll understand that I loved you more than life itself . . . but I’m a monster in the making. Its best I die…It’s for the best. My fathern . . .me…We’re two demons in the same body. . .and I’ve never been able to make the right choices. He hurt me . . . and he hurt my sister . . . now he wants to hurt you. I’m fucking crazy, but I love you to much to allow you into the nightmare called my head. . . I love you. . . Goodbye sweet Rosa. . .It was always…you.” Panic was rising in me at the confession. And fear made it worse. . . Was I going to hell with him? Oh, God.

With blurry vision I watched as Jason appeared. I smiled when he grabbed Rosa’s struggling body away from me, throwing her over his shoulder before grabbing Isaac and her mother as well.

Then he looked back and I let myself go limp with a smile, hoping he’d understand that was the best thank you I could give. His mouth opened but I heard nothing, then he disappeared from my view.

I was all alone once more, left in my head as daddy screamed at me to join him in darkness and my wolf sneered at me to stay awake…but Rosa was safe…

That’s all I needed to be free and let the world slip from my grasp. Let the searing shadows have me.

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(Rosa's POV)

“Leave me! Please!” I screamed as Jason dragged me away, his arms to tight it hurt my ribs. I clawed at him, sobbing and screaming. The pain was nothing compared to the pain of losing mine. As we exited the burning barn the air was black and foggy. I bit into Jason’s shoulder with rage. The only thing I could think clearly was of Sebastien, his afraid hazel eyes closing.

Jason cursed his arms automatically loosening as I kicked him in the face, flinging myself onto the ground and running as fast as I could, choking on the polluted air and only hearing the barns cracking wood in the back of my head.

“Please, please,” I screamed before I was trampled again.

“Stop it Rosalina! Let. Him. Go.” Jason pointed to my side. No! I cried out as my marks ends began to disappear, their blackness fading with a quickness that killed me inside. When Jason moved off me, I thought to run but my father appeared. His blue eyes were mirroring my despair. . . I couldn’t breath as the front of the barns collapsed, my began to shake uncontrollably.

“D-daddy please, I can’t live without him,” I begged in a whisper, dashing for the barns rear. Again, I didn’t get far before my father gripped my arm. I hated them all in that moment.

“Take her Jason,” he hollered as I began to struggle, my eyes focused on my only way to him….”I’m so sorry Rosa.”

Rosalina's Hope (Rosa):

Nurses POV:

The sliding doors to the hospital opened, followed by a loud crashing as Nurse Grace glanced at the upcoming patient. She gasped, about twelve large men, the size of bulldozers hustled in, and all looked emotionless though the air around them was tense. But they were not the patients. In the arms of on of the younger men with golden blonde hair