Rosalie Hale.

he lifted his hands and looked down at the board, brow furrowing. 

      ❝ hey, that isn’t fair. you can’t help me beat me.          that’s cheating. ❞ he tilted his head, still          looking at the board and moving his knight.       ❝ when were you thinking of going? and are we          running or flying first class? you know i’ve          never actually FLOWN first class before. ❞ 

      ❝ yes, but the sixties and seventies had such          a promise of REVOLUTION in the air. the          eighties, on the other hand, stank of          DISILLUSIONMENT. ❞

   “𝓞f course not. I’m perfectly fine with what I have.” And      he was certain about that. What he had on his person      was more than enough. And when it got worn out,  he      would simply find something else. He didn’t need people      to buy things for him.

“You might be, but you’re starting to smell and the rest of us are not, besides your shirt has a huge hole in it...”

🌙🐾 ↣ “You sure it isn’t me? I mean…I’ve been sitting here studying and I don’t feel a difference. Maybe I just don’t notice cause you know, walking heater over here.”

🍎🗡↣“Fantastic job!” Mr. Hunt exclaimed. “You’re the first today to do so, now, take me through the process of HOW you did it?”

🐾🌹 ↣ Blue eyes narrowed to her as she spoke. He was FUMING when he found out that he was going to have to be arranged to marry another. “I have no desire to marry anyone. Especially someone that I do not know, or LOVE.” The Prince said in a bitter tone to the blonde.

“Spoken like a true smart ass,” Christian chuckled, sipping his coffee.  "Does anything else interest you other than To Kill A Mockingbird or is that just a decoy so you can scope out the men that come in here?“ he asked, his sarcasm thick though he hoped she’d take it as him joking.

“Oh, uh, I dind’t realize you were a mermaid,” he supplied.  “Besides, I don’t usually watch women bathing.  It’s not polite.  But it’s good to know you don’t plan on killing me.”

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to intrude on your bathing,” Alex replied, keeping his eyes down.  He began to fill up his canteen, trying to sieve out what salt he could.  “What are you doing all the way out here on your own?”

@halexnheels from here

“I don’t know, but Bell’s always been more of the ‘I’m disappointed in you’ parent, but either way we shouldn’t stick around. C’mon, we should get away while we can–better if they don’t know I was half of the peoblem.”

“Aren’t you a bold little thing. Okay, mochof. I’ll call to order a council meeting. Maybe during our meeting you can find the time to remove the stick up your ass? Just a thought.” Lexa couldn’t help it, the other woman had stoked her alpha into anger for accusing her of being the same, when she felt that she was different. Better. THE Alpha of all alphas.

“Sha.  It will make things easier for you.  At the very least you won’t have to be followed around by a warrior to translate for you,” Anya said with a small smile as they stepped out of the trees and closer towards one of the Trikru’s larger cities all nestled amongst trees and plants.  Head tipping back, the general drew in a deep breath of the fresh air and the many scents of home, including the smell of freshly killed venison roasting somewhere within.  

“I do not judge them for how they are raised, but for how they treat others,” the alpha said as she nudged the horse to keep moving, noting his head starting to droop and go for some food instead of continuing the journey.  “Being raised to do something and choosing to do something are completely different things,” she added calmly, looking up at the blonde beside her, “My village, far to the north and almost in Azgeda territory used to believe that omegas existed solely for the pleasure of alphas.  Heda forced them to comply with the coalition laws…or be destroyed.”

As they walked into the village, Anya reached forward to slow Gapa to a stop, a group of young seconds appearing to take the horses as the warriors reached up to offer the omegas a hand down off the large animals.  The general was no exception, lifting her hand up to Rosalie in a silent offer of aid.

“It was how they were raised to treat us, is it right? No, but it’s been that way for 100 years, it will take time for them to learn other ways, but there are good people amungst them” Rosalie promised, offering her a half smile as she once more patted the horse, making it a point to learn to ride on her own later on. “This is not your village then?”