Rosalie's POV
I'm almost used to Darren insulting me. It's not that I accepted what he said as true, but I thoroughly believed that he's such a scumbag who took pleasure in hitting me. Therefore, I have no further human expectations of him.
I raised my head in obedience to his words.
It didn't matter, the humiliation I had suffered during this time was far more than ten times what I had suffered when I stayed in the Blood Moon Pack, and this kind of bland verbal insult couldn't even set off a wave in my heart.
However, the next second, Darren's handsome face approached in front of me, and a warm touch pressed against my lips.
He kissed me.
I subconsciously shrank my neck and stepped back on my right foot, trying to avoid the kiss. It came from someone I disliked, if not hated the mos
