AUTHOR'S POV
"I don't know what you mean", Diana didn't had the courage to look at Roman. Afraid that she might not be able to conceal the truth in her eyes.
Roman grabbed her hand and without hesitations, he kissed it with his soft lips and gazed at it for a while. "By the look on your face, I know it's him.. Being connected with you by heartstrings of the imprint, I know everything", he said.
Immediately, Diana took her hand back, rubbing the kiss of her skin, glaring at Roman. "I have no idea what you are talking about".
"Really? Should we test that?", Roman squinted his eyes lowering his head to Diana. "S… Sco..", he said but then the trailer home shook violently. A loud fight emerged from outside. Hard thuds hit against the trailer home. Too strong that it shook them inside, as the trailer home speeds up more. With the vehicle going onwards, Diana started to panic.
"Oh! What was that? Scott??", Diana gasped and reflexively leaned her hand on the wall at same time Roman snaked his arm around her waist pulling her close to his tight body. "Let me go!"
That name again.
It boils Roman's blood, making the heat in his body grow. Burying his head in her neck, Roman took in her addicting scent with one long, deep breath, and said, "Can we stay like this for a while?" as he slowly wrap both of his arms around her body.
"No!",Diana refused, but Roman's arms were already snaked around her refusing to let go. Trying to break free from Roman's rigid arms, she squirmed away from his forceful grip that she cannot budge. Roman didn't moved away, despite Diana's resistance. He didn't even flinched on the scratches he gained from her nails. Then, his hands started to wander all over her body. One on her back, and the other under her shirt. When he felt her nakedness, it sparked his strong sexual desires pushing her to the bed.
While he has all mad intentions to devour her whole like a thirst with no other way to quench it but physical touch, the unimprinted Luna looked at him with fear and disgust. " Please don't do this". Diana kept pushing, but her strength was no match against her Alpha mate.
In turn of Scott changing into a rabid killing monster, Diana still chose him above all odds. Roman believed he can bend Diana's rules and be her mate too. Neither Scott's absence, nor his shortcomings were hindrances. She chose him, embracing all of him along with his imperfections. And that's what Roman wants - to be loved with no measure and no distance, to be seen more than meets the eye, and to be accepted of who he truly is. With Diana being unimprinted, what she feels for Scott is incomparable to the wolf's imprint, for it is an unconditional love without any limitations. He desperately wants that. Cornering Diana on the bed with no way out, Roman took off his shirt with his voracious looks pinned on her. "I'm no patient man. Tonight, I'll make sure you'll scream only my name".
Diana crawled back until she hits the wall. "Roman, please don't do this. This is not you!".
Roman darkened his eyes and shifted to a completely different version of himself Diana could no longer recognize. In an instant, Roman lunged forward reaching for Diana's leg. Snatched her towards him, he placed all his weight on top of her body as they both sink in the soft bed. Strongly, she writhe underneath him, kicking her legs. He pinned her arms over her head, and landed a deep kiss on her lips. With her swelling eyes wide open, Diana fought hard to push away Roman's warm tongue from her mouth. It was forceful. Choking hard. And making her weak at the same time. When she found a gap, she bit his lip deeply... making him jolt back. "Help!!", she shouted, tasting a bit of something metallic in her mouth. She thought it would finally stop Roman from his foolishness. But it didn't. It seemed like it only pushed him more. She gasped when Roman tore her shirt apart almost effortlessly, exposing her naked body. The heat in Roman's body grew as his eyes sparkle in delight seeing his beautiful Luna all red beneath his dominance."Let go of me!", she shouted even louder, grunting in fear and weeping in distress punching his rock hard stomach. However, Roman just buried his face on her neck, smothered her with his burning kisses, licked the sweat on her skin, and smiled as if he tasted the sweetest thing in his life. Diana's cries didn't made him stop, as he continue to trace her skin down to her chest. Tasting and licking her plump bosoms that he believed were only for him. "Roman.. please", her trembling voice was delightful for him to hear. His name to be uttered in those pretty lips was gratifying that he doesn't intend to stop.
While Roman lavish in the saccharine taste of his Luna, Diana melted beneath him. His touches were fiery, it burned her. Her arms slowly fell on her sides, losing all the strength there is. Her legs seemed to forget the point of kicking. Beaten, she lost all the hope to free herself from the weight of Roman's body. With Roman continuing his deeds, Diana stopped feeling anything, as she stare at the ceiling while her tears were flowing. Scott no longer crosses her mind. Even her mother who would randomly appear at the face of danger failed to show up. For the first time, she felt... dead and numb.
As Roman bask in bliss point, he paused wondering when did the clawing stopped. The legs fluttering have also refrained from thrashing against his. The loud screams for stops and helps were replaced with softs sobs, which were more unbearable to hear. He then looked at Diana and realized what he have done. A cold rush splashed in his thick head. He rested his elbows on her sides, meeting her eyes. However, Diana was just staring... as if she's looking right through him. "Why Diana? Why can't you love me?", Roman sniveled, leaning his forehead on hers. Not one regret occurred to him. In fact, that's what he planned. He wanted to break her. Make her cry till she clings to him. Shatter her stone cold walls until he could break through it. That's the Roman way.
Diana didn't replied and just let her soft sobs out. Roman stood up, leaving Diana completely still on the bed. He took one shirt from his drawer and carefully put it on Diana who was weeping uncontrollably with heavy tears. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… please forgive me", Roman said, as he wipe her tears with his hands. Seeing her trapped in a dead space deep in her mind, Roman carried Diana moving her to the middle of the bed and tucked her in. He pulled her into his chest, hugging her trembling body thinking of more ways to crush her spirits only for him to put back into pieces again.
The convoy to the Valley of the Falls left the Black Creek Clan campsite early on. Along with the five members of the pack and Kristia, Roman decided to bring Diana to the place where no one dares to seek. Not even Scott himself. Being the son of an Alpha who turned to a werewolf, Roman has complete access to the home of the werewolves where he earned a home as well.
As soon as they arrived hours before the sunrise, Diana still neither calmed down nor woke up to her senses. Roman decided to carry her out of the trailer home until the life in her eyes returned. The fresh earthy scent of the forest seemed to have woken her up the moment the soft moist breeze brushed on her warm cheeks. Her ears turned up at the sound of the waterfalls' endless descent. Change of prison, she unbelievably sniffed.
Roman walked towards a shabby home which seemed like would tear apart with one gush of strong wind from a storm. Kicking the door open, tiny dusts flew out making them both cough. He laid Diana's feet on the cold wooden floors at the mouth of the door, and stood there, not attempting to come inside or even get her way out. She looked back and furrowed her brows at the trailer convoy backing up, leaving the cottage alone to her and Roman.
Rushing in without being bothered with the creaks of the broken floorboards, Roman lighted a few wax candles on the candelabras on the table, a few oil lamps on the corners, and some more candles hanging on the walls brightening the house made of thick planks of wood bored with uneven holes all over. Diana's eyes looked around at how poorly the house is kept. That it is beyond unthinkable if it is habitable and safe to stay there. Cobwebs blanketed parts of the moist ceiling, and the furniture were all covered with stone gray dusty linens. The windows were shut close, with planks hammered across them from the inside. She was distraught seeing the door packed with several latch locks. In a moment, her eyes caught Roman holding an oil lamp as he walk towards a short hallway. "The first door to your right is our room. The other two doors on the left are the bath and the room for Kristia. You can wait in our room while me and the pack settle down. ", Roman said, as he hang the oil lamp on the wall.
Diana didn't replied. And much to her anger, she didn't followed. Roman then stepped away and sauntered his way out of the cottage, giving her space that she needed. Only when Roman cleared the place, Diana took a candle on the table and proceeded to the door on the left. Once in, Diana locked the door behind her and studied the room. It was a small room with a bunk bed with a small table attached on its side, a small round chair and a window shut with wooden planks fixed across it. The very same way how the other windows were shut. Diana sat on the chair near the window and looked through the large peephole at its bottom. "How long am I going to stay here??", she whispered.