In Chapter 3 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” the protagonist, Rosette, encounters Axel Varkas, a striking young man with captivating blue eyes and an alluring presence. Their meeting is charged with tension as Axel playfully questions her, revealing that he is her brother, which infuriates Rosette. Despite her irritation and need for solitude, Axel’s charm and physicality provoke a mix of emotions within her, leading to an unexpected and intense interaction.
As their conversation escalates, Rosette’s frustration boils over, and Axel’s teasing turns physical when he pins her against the wall, heightening the tension between them. This moment is fraught with conflicting feelings; while she feels disgusted and embarrassed, there’s also an undeniable thrill that complicates her emotions. Axel’s behavior crosses a line when he invades her personal space, causing her to react forcefully and push him away, which leaves her feeling both angry and humiliated.
Shortly after this encounter, Rosette is introduced to Kross Varkas, another brother, who embodies a more authoritative and unsettling demeanor compared to Axel’s boyish charm. Kross takes charge, offering to show her to her room, but his coldness leaves Rosette feeling uneasy. As she follows him, she senses the strangeness of the Varkas household and the underlying tensions that exist within it, making her long for escape.
The chapter concludes with Rosette reflecting on the bizarre and unsettling nature of her new surroundings. She grapples with her emotions and the complexities of her interactions with the Varkas brothers, feeling trapped in a situation that is both intriguing and alarming. The chapter effectively sets the stage for Rosette’s internal conflict and the mysteries that lie ahead in her new life.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Chapter 3**
I lifted my gaze and was immediately met by a pair of striking dark blue eyes, their intensity captivating. A cascade of black hair framed a face that was undeniably beautiful, and those full lips curved into a smirk that sent an unexpected thrill through me. “Are you lost, love?” he inquired, his voice smooth and teasing.
He was… breathtaking. His long lashes brushed against high cheekbones with each blink, casting shadows that seemed to dance across his skin. There was something otherworldly about his gaze, a hint of danger that clung to his boyish charm like a shadow. Much like Mr. Varkas, this young man exuded an aura of power and mystery that was impossible to ignore.
“No,” I stammered, my voice cracking under the weight of my frustration. “Actually, I am. I need help finding the butler.” My tone was sharper than I intended, but the annoyance bubbled just beneath the surface.
A perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in amusement, a silent question hanging in the air. “Gabriel? What do you need him for?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes and shake him, as if that would somehow clear the fog of irritation clouding my mind. Despite his impossibly perfect appearance, my anger simmered. I still craved solitude and a glass of water to quench my parched throat.
“Can we skip the questions? I just need Gabriel to show me to my room,” I said, trying to maintain my composure.
He studied me intently, his gaze unwavering. “Ah,” he suddenly declared, as if a light bulb had flickered on in his mind. “Rosette. Vera’s daughter and the new addition to the family. Nice to finally meet you, baby sis.”
“Excuse me?” I shot back, my voice laced with incredulity and anger. “Who do you think you are, calling me your sister?”
He straightened up, squaring his broad shoulders, and in that moment, I became acutely aware of his height. I was no shrinking violet, but next to him, I felt diminutive.
“Axel Varkas,” he introduced himself with a slight bow, a playful glint in his eye.
I stared at him, my brows knitting together in confusion. “Varkas…” I echoed, taking in his features from those mesmerizing blue eyes to his soft, almost delicate looks. The only thing he shared with that man I’d encountered earlier was the unmistakable aura that surrounded him.
“I’m Silas’s youngest son,” he clarified, noting the surprise etched on my face.
I nodded slowly, trying to process this new information. “Can you just tell me where I can find Gabriel?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.
Axel crossed his arms and leaned casually against the wall, exuding a relaxed confidence. “Not even a ‘nice to meet you, big bro?’” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You’re not. My. Brother,” I retorted, my frustration boiling over. Just as I turned to walk past him, he caught my wrist in a swift motion, pinning me against the wall with a surprising strength.
“You’re being rude,” he murmured, leaning down to press his nose against my neck. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he inhaled deeply, a low groan escaping his throat. “God, your scent…”
I struggled against him, a mix of disgust and an unexpected thrill coursing through me. His body was hard, radiating heat that felt almost unnatural. And there was no denying the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against me.
“Let go, Axel,” I grumbled, my voice strained as I fought to break free, despite the betraying heat pooling between my legs.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. I gasped, my breath hitching as I took in the ethereal glow of his eyes. They weren’t just blue; they glimmered faintly, a captivating hue that seemed to suggest something beyond human.
“Say that again,” he prompted, his voice low and intense.
“Let… go,” I managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the moment pressing down on me.
He shook his head, his hair falling over his eyes. Before I could think twice, my hand reached up instinctively to brush it aside, revealing the depths of his gaze once more.
“Not that, Rosette,” he insisted, his tone gravelly. “My name… say it.”
The words slipped from my lips without my consent. “Axel…”
A low groan escaped him as he buried his face in my neck again, inhaling deeply. With each breath he took, I could feel the tension between us intensifying, his arousal pressing against me more insistently.
“Rosette,” he rasped, grinding against me, his breath hot against my skin. “Your scent is driving me insane.”
In a moment of clarity, one of his hands slipped into my pants, and that was the jolt I needed to regain my senses. I pushed against his chest with all my might, and he staggered back, surprise flashing in his glowing eyes.
“Y-you dog,” I spat, my chest heaving with a mix of anger and embarrassment, my face burning with humiliation.
The absolute bastard had the audacity to smile at me, that infuriatingly charming grin plastered across his face. “Close, but I’m way worse.”
Dizzy and breathless, I turned away from him, desperate to put distance between us. I had no idea where I was headed, but anywhere was better than being near him.
What the hell just happened? I had never lost control like that before. My emotions had always been my domain, carefully managed and kept in check. The only person who could make me snap was my mother, and even that was a rare occurrence.
As I approached the staircase, another figure came into view, halting me in my tracks. He stood at the top, clad in a meticulously tailored three-piece suit, his hair styled to perfection, exuding an air of authority.
I didn’t need to be told twice; this was another Varkas. Everything about him screamed the name, but it was his piercing blue eyes that confirmed it. Those eyes held a strange, unsettling quality.
And now, those eyes were locked onto something behind me. I turned to see Axel and his brother engaged in a silent standoff, the cockiness radiating from Axel now palpable and irritating.
I quickly looked away, feeling the weight of the newcomer’s gaze on me. Unlike Axel, this man was devoid of any boyish charm. He seemed like the type who would crush me under his polished designer shoes without a second thought.
“Miss Jansen,” he called, the first to address me by my surname in this household, his tone crisp and formal. “I’m Kross Varkas. Since Gabriel is occupied, I’ll take you to your room.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned and ascended the stairs, his pace unwavering and confident. I glanced back, only to find Axel had vanished from sight.
I followed Kross up the stairs into a long hallway, trailing behind him as he strode purposefully ahead, never once looking back. Finally, he reached the end and opened a door, holding it ajar for me.
“This will be your room for now,” he stated coolly, as if discussing business rather than a living space.
I turned to him, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. “For now?”
He nodded, his expression inscrutable, leaving me to wonder what he meant. “I’ll leave you to it, then.” As he began to close the door, he paused, glancing back at me. “Always keep your door locked.”
The door clicked softly behind him, and I stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring at the space where he had just been.
“Creeps,” I muttered under my breath, finally shaking off the moment and heading toward the bathroom.
Barely a day in this house, and I could already sense the underlying strangeness of these people. I wanted out.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the chaotic encounter with Axel, Rosette finds herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions that she struggles to comprehend. The initial thrill of attraction is quickly overshadowed by confusion and anger, leaving her feeling vulnerable in a world that feels increasingly foreign. As she stands in the silence of her new room, the weight of her frustration and the unsettling dynamics of the Varkas family loom large. The confrontation with Axel has not only rattled her sense of control but has also forced her to confront the complexities of her new reality. The once-familiar boundaries of her emotions have blurred, leaving her questioning her own reactions and the intentions of those around her.
As she prepares to navigate this strange household, Rosette recognizes that her journey is just beginning. The enigmatic presence of Kross, with his authoritative demeanor, adds another layer of uncertainty to her situation. The warning to keep her door locked echoes in her mind, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurk beneath the surface of this seemingly opulent life. With the threads of her past intertwining with the mysteries of her present, Rosette steels herself for the challenges ahead. Determined to reclaim her agency, she resolves to uncover the truth about her family and the secrets that bind them, even if it means confronting the very emotions she has fought so hard to suppress.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter of *Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us*, the tension between Rosette and the enigmatic Varkas brothers is set to escalate. With Axel’s unexpected show of dominance and Kross’s chilling formality, Rosette finds herself navigating a precarious landscape of familial ties and hidden motives. As she grapples with her emotions and the unsettling reality of her new surroundings, readers can anticipate a deeper exploration of the Varkas family dynamics and the secrets that lurk within their opulent estate. Will Rosette uncover the truth behind her mother’s past and the true nature of her connection to this powerful family?
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into the complexities of Rosette’s feelings toward Axel, whose magnetic charm is both infuriating and intoxicating. As she struggles to maintain her composure in the face of his relentless teasing and undeniable allure, the stakes will rise, pushing her to confront both her desires and her fears. Expect moments of vulnerability, fierce confrontations, and perhaps a few unexpected alliances as Rosette attempts to carve out her place in a world that feels increasingly foreign and dangerous. Will she manage to keep her heart guarded, or will the allure of the Varkas brothers prove too strong to resist? The next chapter is sure to leave readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover what lies ahead for Rosette in this tangled web of intrigue and desire.
