Dean POV As I made my way back into the dining hall, I took a moment to glance at the head table. There was Blossom, sitting beside her brother, looking more at ease now that she was distanced from anyone who might make snide remarks or bring up the confrontation with Fina. Initially, I was hesitant about the idea of elevating the head table—it seemed too formal for a party—but the staff had insisted, and now I was grateful. It kept Blossom away from any potential drama, and I even caught a glimpse of her smile. Despite feeling guilty for placing her in such a tense situation, I was relieved to see she found a safe haven.Most guests were engrossed in their dinner and conversation, and the atmosphere had finally calmed with laughter and chatter, just as I had originally envisioned for this party.I moved quickly to the back of the room, where Fina was holding court with a group of young women her age, likely reveling in her defiance against Blossom. Gently cupping her elbow, I steere
Blossom POVSensing it wasn't the right moment to address deeper issues, I eased the tension by encouraging Dean to eat as a steaming plate of food was set in front of him. I could tell he was hungry, and the quiet that followed was comfortable. It was a relief to have him close by after such a chaotic evening, though the lingering crowd hinted that we wouldn't be retiring anytime soon."Blossom, I hate to leave you again, but it will only be for a little while. There are guests I haven't had the chance to speak with yet," Dean said, looking apologetically at me. "You're welcome to join me, or you can stay here and enjoy the company at the table."I thought about it for a moment before deciding he should go alone.As I settled back into my thoughts, I felt a gentle touch on my arm. Turning to look, I saw an older woman had taken Caleb's seat."How are you, dear?" she asked warmly. It was one of the rare times that evening someone had addressed me with genuine kindness."Oh, me? I'm fi
Blossom POVI wondered if things would always be this way for me. Would I forever be seen as "the substitute" and not simply as Blossom, the alpha's mate? Although I had been eager to embrace my position, it seemed some people weren't going to make this transition easy for me. Surely, things would improve. I had no intention of shrinking away like a timid woman hesitant to claim her rightful place. I reminded myself of my royal lineage and fierce inner strength.My wandering thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Dean entering the room. I had left a small lamp on, casting a dim light that was bright enough to illuminate Dean as he started to undress, beginning with his shoes and socks. I stifled a laugh watching the meticulous way he tucked in the laces of his shoes and placed them exactly where he had picked them up earlier.He stood to unbutton the crisp white shirt he had worn that evening, beginning from the bottom with skillful fingers. Halfway up, he paused, realizin
Blossom POV Or maybe I was reading too much into Dean's actions. He was probably just getting ready to take a shower—nothing more, nothing less. The fact that I was just a few feet away on the bed might not have even crossed his mind. I've come to realize he has a lot weighing on him.If he was purposefully teasing me to heighten my desire, I vowed it wouldn't always be that way. I'd take control now and then, leaving him longing as I suddenly stepped away. If this was a game Dean liked to play to assert his control, well, two could play at that game.Of course, I understood my body might not always let me take charge at the times I wanted. If the past 24 hours had taught me anything, it was that my body was incredibly in tune with Dean's. It still bothered me how little control I had over my reactions to his scent and touch. Watching him take off his shirt, revealing the definition of his abs and chest, was almost more than I could handle. I wondered if he knew that or if he was jus
Dean POV I never anticipated finding myself in this situation. I intended to remain fully devoted to Eliza, yet my desire for Blossom has left me conflicted. Eliza was my first and, I believed, my only love. She possessed a classic beauty and an infectious charm that illuminated any room. Even after losing her, I convinced myself—and assured others—that no one could replace her. I was steadfast in claiming she'd remain my one true love and for the longest time I'm certain of that.However, now I'm not as sure, and this uncertainty brings guilt. Fina, although harsh and out of line at last night's dinner party, hit a nerve. She wasn't entirely wrong; I had claimed I'd never love another woman but Eliza. I likely implied that no other woman would enter my life, though my exact wording and initial mindset escape me. Even when I first encountered Blossom and recognized her beauty, I felt no wavering in my loyalty to Eliza.Choosing Blossom as my partner was a practical decision, continge
Dean POV Liza had been Aries' suggestion. He thought it might help me regain focus as my distraction over losing Eliza was affecting pack matters. Aries believed that what plagued me could be fixed by providing physical relief.I didn't know, nor did I care, how Aries came to know Liza. She was attractive, albeit older than me, yet something about her always left me wary. Maybe it was our circumstances, or maybe her personality just didn't sit right with me. Initially, I found some comfort in my visits to her, but I worried that Liza either misunderstood our arrangement or simply didn't care. And now, she remained at the villa, a situation I needed to change to avoid unsettling Blossom.Yet, Liza seemed to be the least of my worries. I had declared to anyone who would listen that I would eternally love Eliza and place no other woman above her. She was my proclaimed true love.That's why I was lying next to Blossom, consumed with guilt yet tenderly reminiscing about our intimacy. It w
Blossom PovI didn't know what to expect, but nothing could have prepared me for the absolute bliss I felt, the waves of sheer enjoyment Dean stirred within me.Every time Dean came near, his man-werewolf scent ignited a deep passion inside me. Throughout the day, that passion built up until Dean released it all in wonderful waves, like nothing I had ever experienced before. I couldn't have imagined the way he made me feel.When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he was incredibly handsome—the kind of he-werewolf Diana and I fantasized about as teenagers. Probably the most attractive male I'd ever seen in person. His voice, both authoritative and gentle, almost velvety, added to his appeal. His confidence made him even more irresistible.After the court proceedings, when he approached me, his scent stirred something within me that I had never felt before. Later, when we were alone and Dean began kissing me passionately, marking me, I realized that the aching I'd felt was the passion
Blossom POV.Since I'm still getting acquainted with the villa, I don't know my way around well, but I hope I can find Dean nearby. Quietly, I open the door and step into the dimly lit corridor. I'm not sure how many others are sleeping in the villa, but I've noticed several doors lining the hallway. I vaguely remember hearing that Dean had a library down here—a place where he could escape from everyone else. Maybe that's where he went.I pause, considering whether I should return to our suite and simply wait for him. If he sought out space to be alone with his thoughts, perhaps I should respect that. Reluctantly, I head back into our suite, close the door behind me, and sink to the floor, wrapping my robe around my legs. I feel exhausted and could use some sleep, but my mind is racing, and I know I won't get any rest until I'm sure that Dean is all right.Just then, I hear a familiar voice in the hallway. It's Caleb—he must be coming home from the after-party. I stand up and crack op