Forced To Be His Bride. Fated To Be His Mate.

ali’

for my ‘husband’ to appear, even though he never did. Despite my protests, his bu

usy helping the maids, making myself useful. At least when I wa

things aren't that bad, at least compared to how my life was in Emerald Moon. Even his parents,

om,” Bianca, the head maid, announces, t

ief. Had I heard her correctly? Rosco finall

nd there?” She snaps when

nkets to myself. “I’m sorry, I was j

ses,” Bianca huffs

laundry room and toward the main portion of the mansion, then

ecome complacent and even accepted that maybe this would be

lly is. Even though there were many rumors about him, I couldn’t help but question wh

im best. However, I soon learned that he was well respected by his maids and servants

utter, squaring my shoulders an

nding in front of his door. Lifting a hand, I slowly knock

to grow even more, and when the door opens and I’m met by two dark

s appears, followed by a broad, strong chest that is covered in tattoos, and finally

ntil the sound of a throat cle

ing wide. “I’m sorry, I ju

ut the blankets that Bianca gave me and wait until

in with those fathomless eyes. “I

he would react if I told him that I was hi

his chin with his large fingers. “

at this exchange ends quickly. Now that I was seeing Rosco in all his glory,

reaking the awkward silence that f

s,

t as I move, I can feel Rosco’s eyes locked on

co’s

isappears before I turn and head back into my room. Once inside, I to

tears and find myself wondering again why I even took this picture all those years ago. But that wasn’t the most important thing ri

d question her further. How was it possible that fate brought her to work at my m

but when you live in our world, this is how things work. You don’t get to ch

was back, I was required to have dinner with my parents and my new wife. I nee

dressed, then head out of my room and downstairs toward the

tor, my father’s b

ou, young master,” he says, giving

Does he expect someone to as

it had happened in the past, it was st

his evening,” Victor urges. “The maste

t i

before heading into the dining hall, where my f

ing me a broad smile. “It’s a

expecting to find the woman who was supposed t

s, as if reading my thoughts

a pretty name, but it was too bad that it was attached to

power, he was wrong. And I was sure that the woman who went al

me a disapproving look. “Please do

eat. “But that also doesn’t mean th

ng hall opens. Turning, I watch as Denali nervously makes her way in, and when I realize that she and