EP15

Rozelin returned to the mansion after going for a run in wolf form. Now he looked like a werewolf; He could do a lot more exercise without getting too tired. Of course, Chiara's sessions helped build her stamina. But she was frustrated with the constant attachment, Malian's restlessness started to get dangerous too, and they started going jogging in the afternoons.

After showering and putting on leggings and Damon's favorite hoodie, he found himself in Nairi's room. Nairi lay on the sofa as he lay on the bed on his stomach in front of his laptop. As always, Nairi looked amazing in some white pants and black off-the-shoulder tops that cling to her body, accentuating her curves.

His attention was on his laptop, his hands staring at emails and some new orders that had arrived that morning. Nairi had an online business selling jewelry and it was very successful. Although he concentrated on his work, it did not stop him from interacting with roselle.

"I don't know what to do. I feel like our fights are going to get worse," said Rozelin, continuing to tell Nairi about her spousal bond and her concern about Damon.

It was true; He never thought that in millions of years he would get angry enough to throw dishes at someone! What if he was turning into an angry werewolf-

"Hey!" Malia whined.

Or he was so exhausted and excited by the bond that it drove him a little crazy. She couldn't complain though, the punishments that followed were incredible, alternating between taunting her and swallowing her up. Damon knew how to put her in order but that was just under the sheets because her routine of disobeying her orders or taking action would begin again the next day.

It is quite difficult when two spouses are of noble Alpha lineage.

"Maybe you should just mate. I mean, it's not just the two of you that are affected. The pack is also restless. They need their Alpha in sync with his mate, and you're their Luna and their Queen," Nairi told Rosalina. She looked up from the screen to look at her rosette.

"Just sleep together. No trace?" Roselin asked; His eyes narrowed on Nairi as he watched the knowing smile on his friend's face.

"The marking makes it official.. and any she-wolf will give up on Damon. Still, I don't think anyone but Lydia is around him right now. Still, mating makes the bond stronger," Nairi muttered at the last sentence.

Lydia's name gritted Rozelin's teeth and the wolf growled in her mind. But then his attention went to the rest of what Nairi had said. The bond would become stronger.

"The stronger the bond means I'll be more nervous…" Rozelin frowned at where Nairi's logic was going.

"That's right.. I didn't say my suggestion would be good! I just thought you both .. should let your frustrations go a little." He frowned with a grin on his lips, "You two are going to each other anyway. He's questioning the fighters in his training, those poor guys. It's just…" He gestured okay with one hand and flicked his finger in and out of it, pointing to the relationship.

Rozelin rolled her eyes; his suggestion did not help. Sighing, he lowered his head back onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling with ambivalence. Yet she felt bad for the herd; She knew Damon was disappointed. Rozelin had watched in shock the previous day, after five hours of training, as she barked orders at her men, then fought at incredible speed, leaving the other man limping.

The only reassurance he felt from watching his men walk away with a groan was the smiles on their faces afterwards. She couldn't understand, but their faces were glowing, and they started game fights on their way to get food. To stop again when Damon yells "if they can still fight, that means he didn't push them hard enough".

He shook his head, trying not to laugh. Herds were waiting for him and Damon to mate. Perhaps he should return the favor to her; that way, he won't get so frustrated and take his anger out on his men.

"I don't mind getting close to your Python," Malia chuckled.

"Malia!" Rozelin burst out laughing, "You're worse than me!"

"I'm just saying what you think!"

His phone vibrated in his hand and he looked down and read the new notification.

[ Message from Hollie ]

Rozelin sighed again, not wanting to open the message. Hollie was her best friend from school; She was dating the hot girl now from her first date the night she was kidnapped. Aila loved her friend, but now whenever she heard from him, she thought of her old life. Maybe she should have met him, but then once again she would have to save her half for someone she had known all her life.

"Come, Rozel." Damo's deep voice filled his mind, pulling him away from his dreams.

Leaping from her position on the couch, she said goodbye to Nairi, who winked at her as she closed the door, causing the rosé to roll her eyes at her obscenity. When Damon tells her to go to her study, she goes to rosé's rooms.

it started to tick.

Rozelin opened the door without knocking and found Kane and Chiara sitting in the seats across from Damon. After realizing that the intruder was their future Luna, he looked at the spinning couple, their stern faces softening. Damon was holding a glass of whiskey and was sitting in his brown leather armchair facing the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked some of the gardens.

His office suited him well, the dark colors, the mahogany desk, the brown leather armchairs and the even larger leather chair he sat in. It will most likely house its substantial form. There was also a bookcase next to it, which surprised her by the fact that the library was next door. Shaking his head, he focused on the man in front of him.

"Is everything okay?" Roselin asked; Closing the door behind him, he looked behind his head and leaned against the door. Kane stood up to let her sit, but she shook him back with a smile on his face.

Damon took a sip from his glass before turning around in his chair; his eyes were hard as steel, and his jaw was tight as his gaze fell upon him.

"Tomorrow, you'll be my training partner."

Roseli's mouth fell open in disbelief, her tongue held back by her comment.

Malia also spat in her mind.

The boxer with the training match!?

His mind went to what he saw the previous day and he trembled.

It's over for him!

Rozel's eyes slid from her face to her broad shoulders and muscular arms.

He's kidding, right?

"No. Come on, we can probably get him." Malia exclaimed. The idea of ​​fighting him thrilled him, his body drenched with sweat, showing off his perfect eighth-

"Malia, there's no such thing as fighting him. I hope you know that. There's a reason he's the 'Alpha King'."

"Well, I don't mind getting beaten up by him," Malia continued to daydream.

The wolf was lost in his own sexual fantasies. Rozelin recovered herself and finally found her voice, "Again?"

"We'll train together tomorrow. I want to see how you hold yourself against me," Damo's voice boomed in the room as he stared at her, making the silence even thicker. Without answering, he looked at the aforementioned Chiara.

"Chiara said you're recovering incredibly fast-"

"It's only been two weeks. I can't fight you…" Damon's chin instantly tickled and his eyes darkened as Rozelin interrupted. its interruption.

"Yes, you will. It's not a request," Damon snarled, shaking the lamp on his desk.

This time it was Rozelin who squinted her eyes, "Why?"

The couple looked at each other, causing Kane and Chiara to look at each other nervously.

"Because I said so,

"That's not a reason-"

"I'm your Alpha. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it." Damon withdrew. His eyes shone like two shining moons.

Wonderful.

He was taking care of Darius.

"Gamma, Beta. Could you please give me some time with your Alpha?" His eyes never left Damon's as he walked away from the wall to his desk, his hand gliding across the smooth surface as he did so.

Chiara and Kane immediately stood up. Rozelin waited until the door closed and squinted her eyes after Kane grinned at her, amusement gleamed in her eyes. The door closed behind him and he turned his head to face Damon.

"Why are we arguing about drinking tomorrow? You know I'm not ready," he whispered angrily.

"This is training. Why do you insist on arguing with me? If Chiara thinks you're ready, you are," Damon said wearily.

"I insist on arguing with you because I am not ready.

Personally, I think you enjoy my discussion with you. This gives you a way to openly punish me.." His growl broke his smile and he hurried to continue, "You had a meeting with Beta and Gamma, right?"

He nodded once, watching her intently; she walked back and sat in the chair opposite, her eyes on hers as she gracefully crossed her legs and relaxed even more in the cushioned chair.

"What was the meeting about?" He asked randomly.

He took a sip from his glass before placing it on the table and leaning back in his own chair. Rozelin waited patiently as her eyes swept over her face. She knew she would probably reject the arguments she had, but now she wouldn't just be sparring with her beloved Alpha, she wouldn't be invited to meetings.

She was the future Luna of the pack, and she deserved to know what was going on in the pack to help her.

Damon sighed after seeing her determined look and ran a hand through his already messy hair, "I don't need to repeat everything to you." When the woman opened her mouth to argue, she raised her hand, "But I've noticed that the pack is still… unsure of you. I want to put them at ease. Chiara said, you'll be fine, and I. trust her judgment."

"So you want me to fight you to resolve the herd's uncertainty about me?" He asked, surprised by Rozelin's decision.

"Yes."

Rozeling blinked and scowled before answering, "I guess that'll make them even more uncertain about me, if anything."

"Rozelin," she said.

"Fight

You didn't see me..." He muttered as he looked down and began to play with the sleeves of his hoodie.

"I saw." He stood up and walked around the table and rested his hands on the table before continuing, "Your first session with Chiara-" He opened his mouth to interrupt but the man beat her,

"It was incredible."

Rozelin frowned at her words, "I don't understand. I wasn't even educated then."

"Absolutely. And you did well then. I have no doubts about you tomorrow."

Rozelin bit the inside of her cheek. How bad can it be? She tied her legs, stood up and put her hands on her chest, gazing at her delicious features, "Okay. But next time you decide to have a meeting with other pack leaders, I want to be included."

Her face softened as she looked at him; her hand rose and cupped the side of her face, "I'm sorry, angel. I... Well, I'm not used to a wife."

He smiled at this new nickname he had given her, but hid behind his words, "It's okay. I'm trying to get used to you too. Next time, call me before the meeting."

She chuckled, her hand still holding her face, before lowering her face and placing a tender kiss on her lips. He pulled back so their faces were only inches apart and looked into their eyes, "I'll do it. It's time to start pulling your weight around here."

Rose's mouth fell open before she slapped him. "So cheeky!" he patted his shoulder.

He then lowered his hand and found the other hand propped up on the table, fingers interlocked with hers, pushing her away from the table and opening the hallway door. After seeing some resistance from him, he looked behind him.

"I have to finish these papers…" He paused after seeing the girl pout. The corners of his lips twitched in a smile and he let the woman drag him out of the office.

That night was the first in two weeks that they didn't end up with a power struggle and then a penalty. Rozelin could not complain about the penalties; it was either unbearable mockery or divine bliss.

❤

The next day, the couple woke up and got ready for their morning practice. She was quiet as Rozelin pulled her sports bra over her chest and twisted her hair into two French braids that still fell to her waist. He hoped that if anything, his body could divert its attention from attacking him completely. Still, her shorts and sports bra attracted great attention from men who hid their gaze as soon as Damon stared at them.

They walked to the field where the mats were scattered across the field. Instead of going to the area where Chiara was already lying on the ground, they continued to a group further back. This was the group he recognized as elite warriors; He had watched them train several times and was always amazed by their abilities.

He no doubt knew that when he had finished teaching others, Chiara was working with them. Rozelin felt a bit of a stranger among them; once, she was the only woman there, and second, she was also the youngest. She was all giants, large, rough-looking, with scars on different parts of their bodies.

Although she felt worried, her appearance did not seem at all surprised. Crossing his arms, Damoun watched him walk towards the front of the group; Everything about him, his demeanor, and the power that radiated from him demanded respect. Standing in front of them, she could see how men would follow her everywhere. Damn, he would follow her everywhere.

"I feel like we're fangirls right now," Malia squeaked. Rozelin could feel the excitement of looking at Damona too. She sighed, focusing on what Damon was actually saying.

"As you can see, rozelin is joining us today, making the numbers uneven. That's why I'm going to be her partner today." He looked at his men, biceps bulging, crossed over his chest. Rozelen saw a few nervous glances go to her when she was told she was Damo's partner. He stared at Damona, ignoring the tension bubbling in his stomach.

"As usual, you'll argue with your partner for 30 minutes, then rotate. We'll finish at noon today."

With the extra hour added to her sessions, Rozelin expected a few groans or murmurs, but she heard none. Is this what obedience looks like? Even if they didn't want to train for that long, they did it anyway, no questions asked, no complaints. Damon clapped his hands once as a signal for everyone to get started. The group broke up to their pairs without saying anything else.

Damon walked into the middle of the sprawling couple and made way for his Alphas and future Lunas. Fortunately, there were many mats on the field; otherwise it would hurt even more to wrestle and hit the ground. Rozelin stood before him and studied his height. She was just standing there in her shorts, revealing her chiseled chest, eight-pack, and "v" lines.

For once he did not control the torn muscles on him with admiration, but rather with haste. But he still kept his worry to himself. Damon seemed to be doing the same; He watched as his eyes traveled calculatedly over his body. Unlike most females in the pack, she was on the smaller side, but this Damon

It didn't cause him to look down on him or show any signs that he thought he was weak.

They walked towards each other, and without hesitation, Damon swung his right hook at him, attacking him with incredible speed. Rozelin blocked him and grimaced at the impact, her arm nearly pulling away from the force, and her erect feet slid back slightly on the mat. She was that strong.

She took a few more hits to her face and body, and she managed to escape. He was fast, he didn't expect him to be a big man, but he was faster and he used that to his advantage. Rozelin delivered two quick blows, one in the face, and then turned and kicked him in the ribs from the side. Damon grunted and grabbed his foot and twisted it before he dropped it.

Rozelin threw herself to the ground and fell on the mat; He kicked her with his other foot, causing her to let go of his ankle, and just in time his knee hit the ground, he rolled over.

Malia grimaced at the voice, "She's not holding back." He muttered out of breath, realizing that if he hadn't been out of the way, his knee would have probably broken his ribs.

Since her two hits, Rozelin defended herself for the remainder of the session, blocking her blows and dodging them. Whenever he made the decision to attack, she would beat him, making him thoughtfully change his mind and avoid his kicks and kicks. When he finally stopped his attacks, he called time.

Rozelin put her hands on her hips, completely exhausted with her body complaining of aches and pains. There were bruises on top of her bruises, and she wondered if her skin would now be a series of brown and green spots from training. He turned his head to the side and did not notice, some of the pack members who had finished earlier arrived and sat down to watch the warrior's train.

But when he looked up, he saw a lot of eyes on him and Damo, with huge grins on his face. Alex and Frank stood between them, arms folded in their training clothes and talking excitedly. She smiled at them, but she heard a low snarl of possessiveness that made her roll her eyes.

Then his eyes fell on Damona, who was watching him with a proud glint in his eyes. Her lips curved upward in a small smile, her eyes never leaving him as she sneaked up on him. He stood in front of her, cupping her cheek and admiring her, stroking her smooth skin with his thumb.

"I'd take you here and now if we didn't have a purpose to prove it," Damon snarled in his mind; His eyes wandered over her lips and body. His words and lustful gaze created a chill at her.

A smile formed on his lips as he watched her bend over to his hand and playfully bite his finger, "Maybe we should have our own private sparring later," she muttered to him. Damo's eyes darkened at her suggestion; The couple unknowingly moved closer to each other after feeling the bond between them pull away. Damon flickered his silver orbs and scrambled away from her.

"Get ready for the meeting at 5 o'clock today. Don't be late." Damo's authoritative growl filtered through the mind link of the pack. Even with his orders to hundreds of werewolves, he never took his eyes off her.

❤

After her elbows, Rozelin felt her legs stiffen, and she stepped back from Damon so she could reach the floor.

"You did a good job today," Damon praised with a mind tie.

"For kicking my ass?" Rozelin replied playfully. He knew he couldn't really beat Damon, but he felt pretty good after he landed a few hits and blocked him for five hours.

FIVE HOURS!

He had never dreamed of being able to train for so long. Though his body was now yelling at him, demanding at least five plates' worth of food.

Damon chuckled, "You lasted through the session. And you did better than anyone I've fought." Rozelin looked at him from her position on the floor as she stretched her hamstrings, "But don't let it get to your head," she winked at him before crouching next to him and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. .

Even with such a small kiss, he felt sparks go out of him as his gaze lingered on him; His chest began to rise and fall faster and faster at the same time as his.

"Fuck," he snarled; Her eyes darkened as her face came closer to his. She closed her eyes to let Rozelin have her mouth, but all she felt was her hot breath tickling her skin. When she opened her eyes again, she saw him take a deep breath and bring his head back, and sighed, "I have work to do."

"Maybe I can help you sometime," he said in a low, stifling voice.

"I'm not going to bore you with paperwork," he said dryly.

As Damon couldn't understand her implications, Rozeling smiled and held back her laughter.

"I think I can find other ways to relieve you of the stress," he tried again. Damo's eyes locked on hers, a slight scowl forming on his face. So, to express herself more clearly, she clasped her hand to her chest and traced it down her prominent abdomen, just on her waist.

He stopped and placed a few kisses and a bite on his neck.

She stopped and looked at him excitedly, "Oh. Yes, maybe you can help me."

He withdrew again, but this time his eyes gleamed, indicating that he was in a mind connection. Moments later, when Damon returned to focus on her, Rozelin sat cross-legged in front of Damon.

"Damn it." he growled.

"Hey, it's your loss. I can sleep on the couch now," Rozelin joked.

Damon snarled in frustration before holding his face and kissing him on the lips and abruptly leaving. Her lips were still pursed as she left, her hands fisted at her sides.

Hmmm, I think it hurt my lips…

"Don't be late for the pack meeting," she counseled; He loosened his lips and rolled his eyes at her command, watching her withdraw.

"Yes boss," he greeted.

"Alpha," he snapped. He put a smile on his answer.

Rozelin took a shower, ate a lot of food, and rested in the living room for the rest of the day. Chiara and Nairi entered the room, Rozel lying on her side on a sofa with a blanket on it, Alex lying on another sofa with her blanket on it, and Frank lying cold in the bean bag,

"I see your training with Damon went well today?" Chiara grinned as she sat on the sofa and lifted Rozelin's feet.

Rozelin yawned, "Hmm, I'm black and blue now. I won't be able to move for a week!"

"You have practice tomorrow," Chiara said, and seeing her rosé grimace, quickly added, "With me. As always."

Rozelin was relieved after hearing his words; Chiara was still a tough opponent, but after today's Damon session, she would happily beat him instead.

Nairi chuckled and sat down on one of the chairs, "Why are you watching Van Helsing? It doesn't show werewolves in a big light you know."

"At least there are werewolves! No shapeshifters in this one." He complained to Alex.

"Yeah, but it's a classic. Plus, Hugh Jackman rocks that haircut," Rozelin replied as she buries her head back into her pillow.

Frank chuckled, "You really have a soft spot for long-haired men."

"I just settled for a long-haired man," Malia said.

Rozelin pouted and replied to Malia, "I like to hold on to something."

"Oh, so many other things to cling to…" Malia grinned. Rozelin bit her lip and didn't answer her dirty-headed wolf.

"It's okay with a man with average hair," Rozelin replied aloud.

"Maybe I should have kept my hair long," Alex said.

"No, you did well to cut it all out. Your runaway look was just depressing," Frank grinned, putting his hand on his chest and causing him to gasp.

"I'll let you know I look good at almost everything!" Alex yelled as he lifted his chin up.

"You didn't rock that beard very well either," Frank replied.

As Alex and Frank continue to argue about Alex's looks, Chiara pokes her rosé for her attention.

"You have to be prepared," Chiara critiqued.

"Ready?" Rozelin turned her head to Chiara after watching the men in their typical casual discussion.

"The meeting.. A very important meeting. You should take off your pajamas and change."

Rozelin looked at the top and leggings she was wearing. Were his clothes simple and comfortable enough to look like pajamas? Or was it because he was sleeping with a blanket on him?

"What should I wear?" she asked; Chiara looked at him blankly and was rescued by Nairi,

"How about I help you get ready? I'll find the perfect outfit for you," she suggested.

Rozelin looked up and smiled at him, "You're the best, Nairi! Seriously, I have no idea about these meetings. But please… no heels?"

Nairi sighed and nodded before running her fingers through his curly hair, "Honey, I'm going to wear you a pair of high heels one day.. Not today, just a bunch of meetings."

Rozelin struggled to get up from the sofa, behind Nairi, who was rushing away from the living room.

"What should I wear? Too many suits?" Rozelin heard Alex speak behind her back and chuckled at her question.

"Please don't tell me you used your rosé card to buy yourself a suit!?" Frank asked in surprise.

"Alex, you're not a werewolf or a guest of this pack. I'm sorry, but you can't come to the meeting." said Chiara coldly.

"What!? That's ridiculous..."

Alex's voice was cut off as he walked down another corridor leading to the forked stairs in front of the mansion. Once in her room, Nairi reviewed her outfits and fitted in white skinny jeans, tanned pointy heels, and a light blue halter-neck top along with gold dangling earrings that screamed expensive. Normally, roséline would only wear black, but she accepted Nairi's help and it was her choice.

"I thought you said no heels!?" Rozelin folded her arms and scowled at the choice.

Rozelin frowned at the idea of ​​wearing heels. Nairi gave him false hopes that he would wear comfortable shoes.

"These are high

not even an addition. They go well with my picks, too. Now stop complaining!" Nairi scolded him.

Twenty minutes later, Rozelin was dressed, her long hair in a messy bun, curls placed near her face, her earrings in place, and her light makeup and a light pink lipstick smeared on her lips. She made her eyes stand out even more, along with the mascara and eyeliner she wore, the tight-fitting strappy top that revealed her curves and the outline of her abs. Nairi clapped her hands and praised her own work around her, Aila nodded and smiled; she also wobbled a bit in the heels that Nairi had given her.

"Okay, the meeting's starting soon. Darren's out." Nairi grimaced before walking towards the door.

"Stop! Darren? Why is Darren here?" ' asked Rozelin, taken aback by Delta's appearance.

"He is your bodyguard.. He must always be by your side," Nairi looked at him in surprise.

Roselin looked to the side.

"I prefer Frank," Malia snapped.

She didn't like Rozelin and her wolf man, and had been alone a few times in the past two weeks, although she'd been with Damon and Frank most of the time. The time, no doubt, was to keep an eye on him. She didn't mind then, but she was lax with her duties.

"Her only mission as Delta, I might add," Malia added to her thoughts.

Nairi turned to him with questioning eyes. Rozelin nodded and smiled, "Of course. I just didn't expect her to accompany me to the pack meeting."

Nairi nodded, "Oh yes, we are werewolves. It's better to be safe, you know?"

Rozelin nodded and followed Nairi, but stopped to quickly grab her black sneakers. "Better safe than sorry," Malia chuckled, "you could fall on your face on those heels. You know, they're not even high."

Roselin grinned.

"No, you got this!" He answered with amusement.

As she left her room, she looked at Darren, who was wearing jeans and a blue shirt that contrasted with his auburn hair. Rozelin smiled politely, "Hi Darren, thank you for waiting."

She let him pass and remained silent; He turned his head to look at her, waiting for a comment or some kind of answer with the slightest nod. Their eyes met and he saw a dangerous glint in hers and one side of his lips curled up.

"It's okay. Your Majesty," Darren replied; He said each word slowly and contemptuously.

Rozelin narrowed her eyes very slightly and tensed instinctively; There was something more cocky than usual in his behavior. But he put that to the back of his mind and was aware of the man walking behind him. He treated her like an enemy and was wary of every little move he made.

They went outside and walked to the gym where he was training with Chiara. Rozelin kicked off her heels as she sank into the grass. When Nairi scolded him, he raised his hands and rubbed them off the ground like a kitten.

"There, he didn't mean it like that!" "It's a shame," she looked at him.

Nairi scrambled away, causing Darren to quicken his pace behind her and behind the two of them. Alex and Frank rushed over to her, and she instantly felt better because of the way they looked.

"Hey! You're not wearing black!?" Alex widened his eyes and held his breath, "This is a miracle. Well done Nairi!"

Nairi chuckled, "I'll try!"

Rozelin rolled her eyes at her friends. She didn't always wear black.

"Yes, you are," Malia said.

"Black always looks beautiful, but the one who wears black has nobility," Rozelin replied. Putting his jokes aside, he looked at Darren and looked ahead again as his knuckles cracked in his hands.

The ever-vigilant Frank saw the slight change in her demeanor and was confused, "What's wrong?"

"Darren."

"Don't mind this scumbag," Frank patted Alex on the shoulder as he walked beside her.

"It's not like that. There's something wrong with him. I don't know, I can sense something is wrong..." he replied.

Frank said, "Okay, maybe Alex should come. A little extra protection."

"Isn't that what he did?" ' she replied, keeping her face indifferent.

"No, that's just stretching your legs," Frank teased.

"This doesn't work on Damon.." Rozelin looked at Alex, who was smiling mischievously.

"I know. Tell him that," Frank rolled his eyes before grabbing Alex by the arm and walking away.

"What was it about?" Nairi asked; When the men approached, he lined up.

Rozelin shrugged casually, "I don't know, Alex?"

Nairi chuckled, "Oh yes. That makes sense."

They were now standing outside the hall, and Nairi handed her her bronze heels. She tried not to grimace when Rozelin looked at them again. She put her sneakers aside, slipping on her shoes, and waiting impatiently when she would wear them again.

Rozelin didn't ask why she had to wear heels, but reminded herself again that she technically had to be a princess. In fact, if she were a decent princess, Rozelin would be wearing jeans right now, and even more so.

She doubted that she would wear anything offensive.

"Are you going to come in or are you going to continue giving pep talk to yourself?" Darren mocked him from behind.

Rozel didn't bother to turn around, her comment angered her, but she needed to keep a calm, collected face.

"Luna, please let me open the door for you," Frank suddenly appeared and opened the door for Darren as he glared at him. He relaxed his shoulders and smiled at Frank before walking through the door.

When he walked in, he saw hundreds of werewolves standing and sitting in chairs in front of tables. As all eyes stared at him, the atmosphere of loud conversation between them slowly died away. Rozelin shrugged and smiled as she looked across the hall as if she were smiling at everyone in the room.

If it weren't for the tall and muscular male and female warriors scattered around the corridor, she would say it looked like a charity event. This was the first time he had seen his people in anything other than training gear.

He looked to the side. In front of the fight area, there was a long table with Chiara, Kane, and now Nairi, running towards his wife and throwing herself at him. Darren went to the far end of the table, leaving two spaces in the middle.

Where is Damon?

He felt it but couldn't make out where it was.

Rozelin jumped when she felt a hand on her waist and looked up to see Damon leaned over and kissed her lips.

Damon led him to the table where the pack leaders were sitting. On the sideline, he noticed an old man, a middle-aged man with brown hair and eyes, sitting next to each other at the end of the table. The two of them stood up and approached her rosette, bowing their heads, and the old man took her hand and shook it.

"Rozelin princess of the cross?" The muffled voice asked. He nodded and smiled at the man. His back straightened as a jolt of electricity passed through him; As his hand felt the powerful energy radiating from him, he could sense some kind of power running through him.

The man pulled her into a thread of reason, "Oh yes. You are your mother's daughter. You may be a mirror to her and her good heart, but I also see your father in you, brave, strong, leader. You can use the power of your ancestors wisely. Once found, knowledge cannot be baseless. Others have struggled with such knowledge and abilities in the past." She shook her head as she stared at him blankly.

She was about to ask more about what Rozel was talking about, but the little pause was once again filled with these words: "Hmm, I can't predict her future. The outlines of the puzzle pieces are visible, but the image flickers and distorts. Every time I reach out for her, she shuffles and falls back into place, teasing me. …"

He pulled back his hand and looked at Rozelin as if a cloud had passed through her eyes and she could see clearly again. Before he knew what he was talking about, he grabbed her hand again and held it tight as his eyes misted up again.

"My powers don't work the way they used to..." She stiffened again as a shock went through her, "You've been through a lot.. I'm sorry for the part I played in your pain."

Roselin frowned.

"Her part?" Malia asked her thoughts.

"Oh, hello sweet Malia…. Hunters… they are looking for you.. Moon Goddess is waiting for you…"

He was saying so much. But she understood what Rozel had said last; "Silas?" she asked.

"..." she paused and closed her eyes.

"I can't get your name...let me...let me look deeper," his voice whispered through mind connection.

Rozelin waited patiently; She could feel the grip on Damo's waist tighten after seeing the worry on her face.

"White hair. Shoulder-length white hair, thin body. Or no, her hair is black and gelled back. NO. It's very strong," he muttered, but before he could go on, his hand was pulled back by the middle-aged man next to him.

"I'm sorry about her. She can't help using her talent. And for you, why not, princess," The man grabbed the old man by the shoulders and rubbed lightly before an old lady stepped forward, and they walked away together.

"He's some kind of oracle," Damon explained, his hand gently massaging her waist. What he probably wanted to relieve was simply shock waves of desire sent through his body.

Damn it, Damon.

"So he can 'see' the future? He sure has something interesting to say…" Rozelin tried to make sense of her words.

Someone was coming for him. It must have been Silas. Who else would be after him? His words were jumbled, a man with shoulder-length white hair, perhaps Silas' accomplice. What did she mean when she said the Moon Goddess is waiting for me? His words began to give him a dull ache like a headache.

After clearing the questions that had haunted her mind, she focused on the brown-haired man still standing in front of them. He scratched the back of his head and held out his hand, "Anyway, it's great to meet you and see the woman you've become."

Rozelin lowered her head at his words. A crease formed between his eyebrows before he squeezed her hand.

"You look exactly like Lexa and I see Titan in you. My name is John. I was friends with your parents and the Moon Valley beta," he smiled. Rozelin relaxed her shoulders and pulled her hand back.

"Meeting someone who knows my family

very good. Thanks, I'd love to hear more about them sometime," she replied candidly.

"Sure! I have a lot of stories about your father before I met your mother. I bet you're just as rebellious as he is!" He boasted, making Rozel laugh with delight.

"So rebellious," Damon grinned.

John looked at Damon and nodded, "Anyway, I've already taken up too much of your time. Your Highness Luna Rozelin."

John ran into the crowd, met some of the other older pack members, sat down and had a glass of beer with them.

Damon nodded and looked at her, "It's your first date and you're already messing up my schedule.. What am I going to do with you?" He grunted with a roar behind his voice.

"Well, I was here on time!" He shouted.

He chuckled before guiding her to his seat. Damon pulled his chair from the table and he sat happily and Damon pushed him forward. His mind was spinning with prophetic thoughts, and John, it was nice to finally meet a friend of his family. It was another person she could ask him more questions about them.

Rozelin looked at the different faces in the room, wondering how many of them knew her parents. She felt a knot in her stomach and hoped that her family was proud of her, even though it took 23 years for her to finally become a werewolf. The weight of the pack, of his old friends, and of his legacy, was now on his shoulders.

The noisy atmosphere reverberated in the hall as the conversations resumed. Rozelin felt Damo's warm hand slide down her thigh; He felt his back straighten and looked at him, but he was talking to Beta Kane. His hand went no further, and he felt himself relax under his touch; He was comforting her under the gaze of the herd.

Rozelin began to wonder why there were tables, but the multiple buffet tables next door told her they would have dinner later. She didn't know what to expect for Rozel's many meetings, but it wasn't.

She guessed they were in the woods or something. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing her top and tights. As she sat there in front of everyone, she felt the weight of what her role really meant, her heart racing and her hands wet as she clasped together under the table. Damon held out his hand and shook his own; He looked at her and instantly felt better.

"I swear the herd is bigger than that…" Malia paused as she evaluated the numbers in the hall.

"Where is everybody?" Rozelin whispered; Although he knew that others at his table could hear him, he could not help himself to the whispers of his long years as a human being, and normally no one could hear him.

Damon snapped out of his conversation with Kane and stepped closer to him, placing his hand on the back of his chair.

"Because the herd was so large, we had to set up a few rules. One person from each household should attend the meeting and keep their family members in mind so they can hear what is being said," he said.

"So, mind connection is like a radio?" Rozelen counseled him. He didn't want others to think he was stupid or that he still didn't know such basic things. His time over the last two weeks has mainly consisted of training, getting to know the herd, understanding their strength, and constant arguments and punishments with the Alpha. But there was nothing about that in the books. So the herd was growing bigger and bigger, and it was a new system.

"That's right," Damon nodded before speaking aloud, "you look beautiful by the way."

Rozelin blushed at his compliment and looked down. Her fingers lifted her chin so she could look him in the eyes, "And you're mine."

"Your," she replied instantly. His lips are pulled up in a wide grin before he kisses Damon's cheek and leans back.

He stood up and clapped his hands once, immediately drawing everyone's attention to him. Rozelin stared at him, admiring her height and the power radiating from her. All eyes were suddenly on Alpha Damon, and the conversations stopped, and he left the hall to fall into silence for his Alphas.

"By now I've called this meeting, you must have seen the newcomers to the herd. Of course, that lineup is large and growing all the time, but I wanted to make an official announcement to stop any rumors or predictions." His voice boomed in the corridor to get the attention of the pack.

Damon held out his hand to the rosé, eyes still on the crowd. Rozeline swallowed and forced herself not to cringe in front of everyone as she put her hand on Damon's and stood up.

"Rozelin Cross." He continued, several quiet whispers and murmurs arose as his name was announced. She did not understand why; They met him from the welcome members the night he moved and every day. To be honest, she was tired of talking to so many people.

"White Wolf, my wife, my Lunam and my future Queen," his eyes roamed the hall as his voice echoed down the hall. Rozelin stared ahead under the scrutiny of the pack. She didn't want to know at that moment whether they were looking at him with admiration or hatred. All that mattered was keeping herself calm, she.

Damon motioned for him to sit down and he did the same. Doesn't know how rosin works

He sighed, but waited until a disturbing noise came from the side as the silence in the hall rose.

"Are you mated?" ' Darren asked.

Rozelin blinked in surprise at her daring to ask such a question; She tensed and waited for Damon to knock her out.

"He's Alpha. He can't just walk around knocking everyone out," Malia said, but she could tell the rosé wanted Malia to do that to Damona too.

Damon looked at her and replied, "No" in a clear voice.

"Have you marked it?" A shrill voice asked from the crowd, and Lydia walked forward, so she stood in the middle of the hall, opposite the leader's desk. She wore a tight gold mini dress with a deep neckline that made many men look in the direction she particularly wanted.

Malia snarled and took a deep breath to stop Rozel's claws from growing. Why were the questions so personal?

"Lie"

"As part of the pack rules it says Alpha's mate cannot be flagged if they are challenged until they are challenged," Lydia continued, one side of her lips twitching as Rozelin's eyes fell.

Damon stood up, slammed his fist on the table, "I know what the rules mean. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No-"

"You think I'm not responsible for the herd?"

"H-"

"Am I giving the impression that I don't know the version's rules?"

His anger sent a shockwave into the herd. But Darren stood up and calmly spoke to Alpha, "You two seem so in love with each other, and I can see that Lydia was worried. You're marked by Rozelin, right?"

The herd began muttering to each other again at this new information. Rosalina's eyes widened as she didn't know one simple rule. Was this a new rule? And with how quickly things changed, with Darren questioning the Alpha in front of the pack. How did he know it was a partial sign?

"We've hardly seen him for the past two weeks," Malia muttered, adding a grunt to her words.

"You think you're watching us?" Rozelin wondered.

"Probably. The area around your collarbone is almost always covered, and you need to be close to see it properly," Malia muttered thoughtfully. A chill ran down his spine at the thought of Darren spying on him.

His heart sank too; She believed Damo was keeping her from flagging him for her. She was the one who didn't want to be flagged, but this rule was in effect. What a stupid rule.

"To give others a chance to challenge you," Malia said.

"I know, it's a rule that prevents Spouses from being officially one with each other," Rozelin replied sadly.

Damon walked towards Darren, his strides long and slow, his presence demanding respect and submission. He was now one step away from Darren; Staring at him, Darren lowered his gaze but didn't back down. A low growl escaped Damo's lips, "Rozelin is NOT marked!"

"Why does it matter whether I'm flagged or not?" Roseline spoke.

Lydia frowned and stepped forward, "Didn't you listen or are you stupid? I'm trying to keep an open mind about blondes and their reputation for being stupid.. but that's... ah wait. I'm sorry; your hair is grey."

Rozelin stood up slowly and locked her gaze into Lydia's, "How dare you talk to me like that," Her voice was low and icy, causing several pack members to tremble, "I'm your LUNA."

Rozelin kept her eyes on Lydia, but she could see the pack members bowing their heads at her words.

"You're not my Luna," Lydia spat.

Damon snarled at her words, took a step, but Rozel put her hand on her hairy chest and circled the table so she stood a few feet from Lydia.

"Is this a challenge?"

At Rozel's words, the herd began to mutter in a low voice; excited energy buzzed down the hallway, landing in both girls' ears. Rozelin watched as Lydia's eyes widened and she immediately began plotting. Rozelin kept herself from smiling; That wasn't part of Lydia's plan for tonight. She certainly wants to challenge him, but not yet; she wondered why.

Is there an easier way than a challenge?

"No, rozelin, it's not a challenge-"

"This is for you, Luna," a male voice shouted from the crowd.

Lydia muttered and waved her hand, "I'm only here for the herd."

"Is that so.." Rozelin fell silent; She could feel Damo growl behind her. She knew that Lydia's disrespect for her rosette was something that could earn her a punishment.

"And if this were in another flock, would this rule still apply? These mates MUST wait until Luna is challenged before being flagged?" Rozelin asked thoughtfully. Malia muttered in the back of her mind, liking where the rosé would lead the conversation.

Lydia sneered and tucked her long hair behind her shoulders, "This isn't just another flock. It's Silver Crescent and Luna must be right-"

"I am suitable for this

i am not! It's implying that..." Rozel's eyes lit up and a snarl came from her lips. Power rose from her stomach pit. Lydia grinned and opened her mouth to continue, but Rozel's hand lifted, which forced Lydia to stop. While she tried to resist Luna's simple command. His mouth was ajar like a fish out of water.

"Not only have you disrespected our dear Moon Goddess, queen of the night," she slapped her forehead, then her chest, before turning Rozel's hand into a "C" and slid her hand down her body, letting it slide away.

This caused the herd to gasp and bend their knees, heads bowed and repeating the sign, "Dear Moon Goddess, how we love you and thank you for your gifts."

Rozelin continued, "But you disrespected my last name. Someone who supported this herd long before you were born."

Malia snarled and came out of Rozel's lips. His eyes shone again; this caused the pack members to open their necks to him. Lydia's eyes watched how the paintings turned and how the herd rose.

"Dear Moon Goddess, she doesn't make mistakes in choosing our mates. It's blasphemous to even suggest such-"

The crowd gasped, and Lydia tried to win them back, interrupting, "I never suggested something like that—"

"Yeah, you did. You made it clear from the start that you were against me being Luna. Now, I understand your concerns about someone new joining the pack and sharing Alpha's duties," Rozelin looked at Damon, arms crossed with a small smile on her lips as she watched Rozel defeat Lydia. He stood tall, straight and proud.

Rozelin looked at Lydia with more confidence. Seeing her alpha quiet and letting her take control made her stronger.

"But our queen of the night would never mislead the mating person. The marking is to indicate that we accept our union and our acceptance of Selene's choice." Rozelin made the sign that others were watching again, "I'm a Cross, if you're wondering if I can lead this flock or not.. Then, instead of trying to use this rule just to kick me out of the flock, challenge me." Finally, Rozelin's voice boomed.

Damo's snarl came out of his chest and reverberated across the hall, causing the plates on the buffet tables to shake. The others in the pack snarled as Rozelin and Lydia faced each other, locked eyes. Lydia's face hardened and her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Rozelin's small smile twitched. his lips as victory settled on his shoulders.

"I say checkmate," Malia grinned.

"Not yet. Lydia probably has a plan b and c," she muttered, turning to her wolf as her gaze drifted away from Lydia's and hovered over the herd.

So, Darren was the next to speak. Rozelin bit her tongue in annoyance but kept a neutral expression on her face as she stared at him.

"That's all good and true. And you make some excellent points. I don't think Lydia WANTS to suggest firing you or Alpha Damon." He paused, waiting for the crowd to settle back into their seats.

He purposefully looked at Lydia before continuing, "But our concerns need to be answered. Have you barely been a werewolf for a month? And now you expect the pack to accept you as their Luna?"

Rozelin walked towards him; The heels she wore made her footsteps echo in the silent hall, apparently as they were holding their breath at the same time.

Rozelin said, "I EXPECT you to show me the respect you show any werewolf here. And that you don't show me. I may have been a werewolf for only a month, but I was raised with decency and respect." Rose's voice grew cold as her eyes studied her features. His locked jaw and the stern look behind his eyes indicated that the attempt to mix "pottery" as it was was not done yet.

Darren closed the small gap between them; Rozelin needed everything not to step back. He tilted his head back so that his eyes were locked with hers. "He was raised away from the herd by your adoptive parents…" he slowly stepped forward before whispering.

Rose's eyes narrowed slightly. Where was he going with this? A smirk formed on his lips as his eyes stared at Lydia before turning to rosé, gleaming with amusement.

"You know, I've heard about you... missing "princess," he whispered.

"And what did you hear?" Roselin sighed.

Darren brought his face forward slightly so he could feel her hot breath on his cheek. She had to restrain herself from gagging at how close he was.

"That your parent's death was all your fault."