Her Forever

Rosalie

It was a good thing all of this information overload had happened over the weekend because I was not mentally capable of working on any type of formulas or algorithms for the next few days. During that time, Jack was always by my side; it was almost creepy. If I didn’t know he was my mate, I would have been overly concerned.

Jack’s constant presence actually soothed me as he began to explain why I wasn’t feeling the bond as strongly as I should. He was surprised I could feel it at all, actually. The branding bond was further explained to me after Jack went back to the elders working on figuring out how to get rid of it. Day by day, the scar lightened, but it still worried Jack. He was constantly asking if it hurt or burned. I always told him that I felt absolutely fine, which was true. Each passing night I noticed it was getting lighter. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a few weeks it would be gone entirely.

As the week progressed, Jack had my things moved into his room––I mean, our room. He told me I could change anything I wanted in there since it was mine, and if I ever felt uncomfortable, I could always leave. In fact, he kept my previous room the same and dubbed it “Macaroni’s Suite” since she had grown accustomed to having her large bed all to herself.

Even when I brought personal items into Jack’s room, I thought it would get crowded in there. It didn’t though, it was almost like I was supposed to live there all along. The clothes that were bought for me took up the vast closet in my old room, but Jack had another entire wardrobe just for me, along with some fabulous shoes, I might add, in our room. The women that helped around the packhouse were able to help me get my clothes situated, and she kept staring at my neck, which I started to become self-conscious of. I knew my scars were beginning to poke through since I did wear a top that was a bit looser than normal.

It was later when I found out they were looking for a mating mark, Jack explained… They wanted to be the first to see Jack’s mark on my shoulder. Once Jack and I finally decide to ‘do the deed.’ He will bite me after s*x, and that will grant me immortality with him. As exciting as it was, I was scared to death. I still needed time, and he was really OK with it. I would hardly let anyone see my scars, let alone my entire naked body, so of course it would take time.

Overall, Anna and Alice were very friendly as they helped me unpack. They even brought in magazines and lists of websites where I could redecorate the room as well as the packhouse if I wanted to. I stared at them with wide eyes, not wanting to even touch the rest of the packhouse. With much persistence, I did purchase a new comforter for the bed, sheets, drapes, and towels. They told me I should definitely paint, but I was really enjoying the deeper grey walls.

I put a few of my bras and underwear in one of the drawers that Jack had opened up for me when I heard a creak from the door opening. Jack and I hadn’t seen each other naked, and I haven’t really expressed the want to do that yet, so I was surprised there was no knock. Jack had always at least knocked a few times before entering, waiting for me to protest.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t see Jack but a tall, athletic woman with rather large breasts walked into the room. This woman oozed confidence as she held her black Gucci purse in the crook of her arm and her skinny black jeans with carefully placed holes showed off her tanned skin. Her eyebrows were perfectly penciled in, and her dark hair flowed next to her red top just above those large breasts. Did I mention she had large breasts?

Her smile soon faltered when she saw me in the room placing my delicates into the drawer, her hand clenched on the door handle before she slammed it shut. “Excuse me, but what are you doing here?” she spoke with venom.

Now, I have never had a woman speak to me in this way, men maybe when I didn’t do the extra work they wanted me to do at the office. This woman had a different tone; it was of utter disgust. Like I was on her turf. I pushed the drawer in and turned around. Our size difference was astronomical, she had to be close to 6 feet tall with those 4-inch heels she was wearing, and my bare feet barely made me 5’3. “Are you the hired help or something?”

I stepped a few steps closer to her, not keeping my head down like I normally did, and spoke straight to her face. I could be scared of men, but I wasn’t going to be afraid of women. “No, I live here. Now may I ask who you are?” I said in a sickly sweet voice. His scowl only deepened as she began to rummage through her purse. Thinking it would be a phone, she actually pulled out her lipstick and walked to the mirror, and caked-on another layer.

“I’m Jack Storm’s…” she paused and looked up in the air before landing her eyes back on me, “woman.” She smiled as she dropped her lipstick into her purse. “I suggest you get out of here unless you want a show in a few minutes.” This woman started to take off her top and only had a scantily shaped bra that was 3 sizes too small. The boldness she had by just taking it off in front of a complete stranger had me in a huff. Why couldn’t I be that confident?

Wait. What?

“I’m sorry, you must have the wrong room. Jack is my mate, girlfriend. I think you need to leave,” I said, annoyed. Jack had a lot of explaining to do. Did he forget to break up with her, or does he have her on the side? I better be getting some answers tonight, or I’ll move my flabby butt back over to Macaroni’s room.

“A human? Mate? Ha! You would break if he tried to do the things to you that he has done to me.” She walked up to me, her breasts jiggling.. All the confidence I had to talk to her started to go out the window as she pointed out the flaws I had. Jack had worked so hard to build me up the past few days, and here I was, crumbling from just the slightest earthquake. “You aren’t really serious that he would accept you, right? You lack in all the departments,” she pointed to my chest, thighs, and a*s. “I suggest drinking some fattening shakes because you are a bit gaunt-looking too. No life in your face at all,” she cooed.

It wasn’t much, but my wall finally crumbled. To add salt to the wound, she saw a few scars from my shirt that started to hang off my shoulder. “Oh, and you are a bit broken too, it looks like. Who would want to look at that while f*****g? It’s such a turn-off,” she tisked.

I could feel the tickle in my eyes as the water started to cover the surface. Not wanting to cry, I grabbed my phone and headed to the door to open it but was met with an angry-looking Jack. Once he saw my face, it softened, and he pulled me to his chest. A few sniffles were heard, and the woman behind me started to laugh.

“Noel,” Jack spoke sternly. “I told you not to come here.” Jack’s hold on me gripped only tighter as I took a big breath of his scent. It was the only thing holding me together.

“Now, I know we like to play games. Cat and mouse, predator and prey, I thought it was just a game,” her voice was sultry. Noel’s body was coming closer, and Jack’s body became rigid.

“I’ve asked you to leave, now get out, or I’ll use my Alpha tone on you,” Jack growled. I peeked out of Jack’s shoulder, Noel was hurt, but she tried not to show it. Quickly, she grabbed her shirt and spouted a few curse words as she threw it on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting,” Noel looked at me. “Once you see how terrible her body looks under those clothes, you will come crawling back, especially to play with your favorite things.” She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together to show Jack as she walked out the door.

Not wanting to cry, I sat up and wiped away the tears and, yes, snot from my face. Jack hastily got a tissue, got on his knees, and wiped away the rest of the tears that were not listening to me. “Kitten, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Now I knew why he had that hot tub on his balcony, probably to do her in.

I let out a big breath and looked him in the eyes. He was pleading, he was worried, and he looked sorry. I don’t know why he looked so vulnerable, but it made my heartache. Was this something I could just let go of? Because my self-confidence just possibly went well below the starting mark from when I arrived. Noel was beautiful, everything that Jack was. They would make the cutest couple and the prettiest babies.

Sensing my discomfort Jack pulled me to his chest. “Kitten, say something. I swear to you, I haven’t seen her in months. She texted today wanting to come, and I said I have my mate, and I only wanted my Rosalie. I swear to you, I swear it.”

Jack wrapped his arms around me and put my legs around his waist as he guided us to the bed. He laid down and held me close while I whimpered into him. “I was so stupid, Rosalie, so stupid. We had a fling a long time ago and did some things, but I did it because I was lonely. That’s no excuse, I should have waited, but I didn’t. I made mistakes; I’m so sorry.”

I believed almost every word he said, but I’m not sure I could ever believe it when he told me I was beautiful. The women he must have had, they were beautiful, glamorous, everything I wasn’t. I was short, still a bit underweight, and just broken.

Sitting up in the bed, I looked at Jack. I knew my eyes were watery, red and I looked utterly gross. “I believe you, Jack. I know you had a past before me. I just wasn’t expecting to see her and for her to be so mean,” I whispered at the end of my statement.

“She’s jealous that I have you. That I love you and want to protect you. That you had become the center of my world when I met you and that you will be my only love. I’ve never loved anyone before you, Rosalie. Please know this.” He petted my hair and nuzzled into my neck. I could almost taste the tension in the air.

“I’m just sorry I’m not pretty enough. I wish I looked like her; hell, I just wish I didn’t have the scars. If I didn’t then, maybe I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious about it. I’m not as upset as I probably should be because I do feel like you are honest and truthful.” I started laughing, and Jack raised his head up from my neck and looked at me in confusion.

“If you tell me I’m pretty every day, maybe it will become ingrained in me over time…”

“No,” he spoke gruffly. “I’m going to tell you, you are gorgeous, every,” he kissed my left cheek, “hour,” he kissed my right cheek, “of the,” he kissed my nose, “day.” With one final k**s, he flipped me on my back and passionately kissed me. It became heated as we intertwined our tongues together, and I m****d into his mouth. This started to turn him on as his hands began to go under my shirt.

I let out a small whimper in surprise but g*****d as he squeezed my breast. It felt so wonderfully good. I didn’t know they could feel like that. Jack’s hands roamed over the inside of my shirt, knowing I didn’t want him to see all of me yet. He flicked my n****e that caused my core to spasm. It just felt so amazing.

Jack’s member was rigid and was pressed up against my entrance through his joggers. I could feel him with only a few bits of clothing between us. The heat from my groin was driving me crazy; I just wanted some friction. “Jack,” I whispered as I met my core up with his c**k. A growl of a m**n left his throat, and he got the idea.

He started to move his member across my p***y through my leggings. I could feel the outline of him rubbing against me. The fire in me began to build the faster he rubbed himself against my p***y. I was becoming wet; I knew that I was going to show afterward. The k****s on my mouth stopped as Jack put his head into my shoulder, smelling, kissing, and tasting me and having little nips into my skin, driving me insane. My h**s continued to try and join with his as he pushed my core harder into the mattress.

“Oh, Jack. Oh my, what is…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. My heart was about to explode as I heard Jack grunt a few times. “c*m with me, Kitten. Goddess, let it go!” I let go, and I saw stars in the back of my eye lids. My toes curled as I rode out the most magnificent high as we both sunk into the mattress.