Chapter 13

Roseanne

Our parents shouted again and we had to rush down for breakfast.

"Let's eat." Dad said sitting on his chair.

"I see these are my favourites." Marcus exclaimed.

So basically, mom had cooked everything and it was avocado pancakes, grilled steaks, fresh juice, mushroom soup and bread and some varieties of jam.

My mom said,"Marcus liked these so we hoped you liked them as well." She threw those words like some sort of statement.

"These pancakes can literally turn me on." Marcus said licking his lips and fork.

"Well that proves why you're horny all the time because ahemmmmm...someone must taste as good as those pancakes or even better." I teased Lilith, winking at her. She blushed blood red.

"Do you remember asking us to get you avocado cakes for your birthday ever since you discovered you liked them?"

Mom said trying to lit up the environment but she just blacked it out for me.

"And he even had his boxers printed in avocado when he was little." Dad added.

"Come on dad, not while eating." Marcus whined.

I felt Lilith glancing at me every now and then and trust me I didn't had the courage to look at her or anyone else. I knew I'd break out any moment.

"I bet even Lilith has no idea about this." Mom smirked looking at Marcus.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Marcus wanted to marry an avocado because he saw those avocado wearing custome talk and walk. He was just 6 or 7 at the time and he wanted to marry then and there." Mom laughed and dad joined as well. Marcus, well he just looked pissed.

All this while, they never talked about me. They just told memories about Marcus, how he dyed his own hair when he was 9 because he was influenced by some crazy-ass commercial. How Marcus hated volleyball because it ended up breaking Marcus's tooth and memories like that kept on going until mom spoke.

"Why aren't you eating anything Rosie? Don't just play with your food." My mother, my so-called mother threw those words like she knows me best in this world. So I threw something none of them expected.

"Atleast I'm not playing with your feelings like you play with mine." I said, keeping my face straight, emotionless and sounding as rude and egoistic as I can.

"Roseanne." Dad shouted.

"You know what? I'm not Marcus and I don't like anything you made. I am allergic to avocado and I don't eat steaks at all." I tried to sound as sarcastic as possible but I guess it didn't help.

"You can tell us what you like, dislike and what you're allergic to." Dad said. I looked at mom and saw that she was panicked and sad. Her eyes were dwelling with tears and that made me swallow my tears and my emotions.

"Just like how you told me memories of you guys with your son?" I spit it out. None of them spoke. I continued,"Just because you share memories, I won't be part of it. I won't feel what it was like to experience Marcus wanting to marry an avocado or him dying his hairs when he was just 9. Never did you have second thought what will I feel?" I shouted and now tears were starting to roll down my cheeks. "You guys talked like I didn't exist at this table. How easily you said that I might like what Marcus liked but did you bother to ask me about my likes? You guys went on ranting and ranting about it. But it's not like I exist for you guys." I stood up getting ready to leave.

I went to the door, ready to leave but,"Ever since I came into this house, I never for once felt like I was home. It wasn't just welcoming at all. This house is made up of four walls for me, just like your heart." I ran immediately without stopping. I just had the slippers Lilith had given me. I was in my pajamas, crying loudly and running without my car keys or wallet to reach the destination where I was welcomed with their whole heart. Home. My home.

It took me pretty fourty-minutes to get where I wanted to be, where both my feet and my heart took me. I ran without looking at anyone. My running abilities were even faster than before. I completely sat on the floor after entering through the main door.

Granny shouted when she saw me,"Oh my Luna goddess. Harold" She was panicked and tears started to roll down her cheeks looking at me. She immediately pulled me in a hug and I started sobbing even hard. I hugged her tightly and for the first time in days had I felt like I was home. Definitely yes. I was finally home.

"Roseanne." Harold said my name. I looked at him and it clarified how hurt he was, looking at me like that. He immediately hugged me and I sobbed and sobbed until his chest got wet and I fell asleep.

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After I opened my eyes, my body was rigid, like something was hovering over me. I knew the touch. I knew the feeling. Harold was tightly holding me, but enough for me to look here and there. There was still a frown and worriedness in his face even though he was asleep. I slowly shifted to face him and ran my fingers on his cheeks. His frown completely went off his face and he slightly smiled. It's mesmerising how someone can affect you to the extent you never would have imagined, in a good way. They bring out the best in you. Harold brings out the best in me. Do I make him feel the same way? I still have miles to go, I mean we haven't even started anything yet. I was busy staring at Harold, I felt startled when he stared back as well. I blushed and turned my back on him.

He came closer and kissed my neck, inhaling my body scent- his hot breathe sent shivers all around my body. "Roseanne?"

Harold spoke slowly. I hmmmed him. I hadn't expected Harold to say something like this.

"Can I mark you?" Harold stopped his movement and it took me a minute to swallow everything he said.

I stood up shocked.

"No, you don't have to feel rushed. I- it just...he was incoherently speaking.

"No." Harold suddenly got off bed and looked at me like I had feathers on my back. "It didn't just come out my mouth like that,"he sat beside me and hold my hand and caressed my cheeks. He continued,"I don't ever want to rush or force you to do something you are not comfortable with. I... I just- after everything that happened past two days and today, not about my behaviour but with your family-" I cut him off in the middle. "You knew what happened today and yesterday?" I asked completely shocked.

I started imagining worst case scenario. What if Harold wants to leave me? What if he rejects me? We haven't even been together properly and I have been acting really rude and strange. I haven't given anytime to him but it's not like we had the chance. We have to sort... I have to sort this out with Harold. I cannot lose him. I will die the moment he decides to reject me. No way. But why would he want to mark me if he wants to reject me? I didn't even realise and tears were flowing down my cheeks.

I was completely out of my gaze, I didn't even hear Harold call my name."Roseanne?"Harold asked, shaking me. "Huh?" I said.

"Why are you crying?" Harold said, wiping my tears.

"Am I?" I said touching my cheeks.

"You don't have to feel like I am forcing you or taking two steps at a time. I just want you to feel I am here for you. You don't have to feel like you don't deserve anything. You deserve all the love and affection. You deserve happiness. You only deserve happy tears. Hell no, you don't deserve tears at all. You are my family Roseanne. You complete. We are soul mates for eternity. Moon Goddess chose you for me. How did I get so lucky to meet you? Can I even regard myself your mate? Don't ever feel like a fool. Be a fool in love." With that Harold started kissing me softly. It was passionate. We hadn't get to kiss much. Gosh... I missed his touch so much. How much I wanted those lips on mine. Harold massaged my lower lips slowly. He asked me for entrance, to which I didn't let him in- in return he bite my lips and as my mouth went in O, he grabbed the opportunity and explored my mouth. Harold pulled me into his lap and I felt something poke my thighs. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The feeling was mutual. We both broke our kiss having shortage of air. We sat joining our forehead and closing our eyes, to soak and live this moment. Suddenly my brain remembered something that sort of invaded our intimacy.

"How the hell did you know about today?" I asked Harold putting both my hands on my waist. I wasn't asking him out of anger. I was...curious?

"That- uh-i think someone mindlin-"

"Don't you dare run away from this topic." I sort of glared at him, pointing my finger at him.

"Icanreadyourthoughts." Harold spoke like he was tornado.

"What?"

"I can read your-"

"Fuck."

"Right now?" Harold smirked.

"Oh my god." I face palmed. I heard Harold burst into laughter. I peeked through small hole and saw him lying down laughing. He looked adorable and for the first time in days he was this happy. I secretly prayed to God to always let him be happy like this. He had tears. I watched him with love in my eyes.

Harold suddenly stopped laughing and looked at me. I smiled at him.

"No way you read my mind again."

He sat up, looked me in the eyes and spoke,"I am forever grateful for being able to read your thoughts, not just your mind, your heart but every emotion you go through. I can feel your sadness. I can feel your happiness. I feel you Roseanne. When you broke down yesterday, I heard... I felt everything but I was helpless. I wasn't there to console you. I heard you curse yourself. You pretty much drained your tears out of your eyes. Even today morning, I wanted to come over and be there to stand by your side. I want to hold your hand in sadness and in happiness. If you cry by yourself, I want to stop your tears for you." By this time,I was on the verge of crying again. But Harold continued,"Of course, sometimes I hear things I shouldn't and that just..." I waited for him to finish.

"Turns me on even more." And he burst into laughter again. I sat on top of him and started throwing my hands on him. He grabbed my hand flipped us over. He was now on top of me. Harold kissed the corner of my lips and travelled to my neck. He left wet kisses on my neck and went up to the area where werewolves mark each other. I expected him to mark me but instead he went down my cleavage and left hickey. His hand entered inside my pajama and travelled upto my breast. His lips were kissing my chest area whereas his hands did their job. He massaged me slowly and unhooked my bra. He pulled them in one shot and now I was bare to his hands. He did the same with my other breast. Meanwhile, I ruffled his hairs and clutched bed sheet with my other hand. I was moaning with pleasure. He trailed down my body and started kissing my stomach. He kissed my navel slowly which made me whimper in pleasure. I wanted him to keep going. Just as his hands were about to pull down my pajama.....

"Charlotte." The words left my mouth and I felt thorns all over my body.

So so sooooooooooo

~Steamy~

I feel shy and want to hide under my duvet. Lol

Enjoyyyyyy~~~~~~~