Blossom POV
I shivered slightly as my uncle tightened his grip on my arm and pushed me forward to stand at the center of the Royal Werewolf Court. I could feel the steely-eyed gaze of the court's high leadership piercing me, but I dared not look up. There was no way I was going to let them see how frightened and alone I felt.
I was there as a substitute for my sister Diana, who had escaped the grip of our uncle before landing in the very position I now found myself in. Even when I had helped my sister to get away, I never expected that I would be the one selected as the mate for the alpha. It was Diana whom our royal family had offered to the courts as a substitute mate for the newly widowed Dean, the alpha leader of New Orleans' largest werewolf race. I had never actually laid my eyes on him before, but I had heard plenty about him. He was said to be one of the strongest leaders ever known, a fierce warrior who ascended to his position as alpha at a very young age. But that wasn't all I had heard about him.
I also was aware of what the women werewolves said about Dean—that when taking werewolf form, he had legs as strong as tree trunks, but moved with the agility of an antelope and quickness of a cheetah. He was extremely handsome in either form and it is said that his beastly scent can make females want him instantly. I wasn't sure how much of that was true, but as I stole a sideways glimpse in Dean's direction, I had to admit, the mere sight of him stirred something deep within me.
Dean stood casually on the sidelines, his father standing just to his side. For his part, he seemed quite disconnected from all that was going on around him. His face showed pure indifference. Not once had he even looked my way. Had he bothered, he would have seen a beautiful, young she-werewolf with stunning green eyes, naturally full lips, and a thick mane of long, dark brown hair that seemed to have golden strands that glimmered when the light hit them just right, almost like glimmers of fire.
I visibly jumped, startled from my thoughts by the thunderous voice of my uncle, Alejandro, formally presenting me to the court, stating, "Your honors, I present to you my niece Blossom, a worthy young maiden werewolf of noble blood. She is here in place of her sister, who as you know, is now a fugitive, a runaway, from the authority of the most honored Royal Court. Our royal pack presents the beautiful and enchanting Blossom as a gift to the noblest alpha leader of our race, as a token of our gratitude for the many gifts and favors bestowed upon our pack."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, causing my uncle to grasp my arm even tighter and give it a shake, as though to "keep me in line." I knew my reaction was not considered appropriate behavior. But Alejandro claiming that I was being handed over as some sort of token of appreciation was ridiculous. He is lucky I did not laugh aloud.
Everyone, from my uncle to the alpha to the leaders of the court, knew exactly why Alejandro had pounced on the opportunity to hand over his niece—first Diana, and now me, Blossom—to Dean: he hoped it would bring him power, prestige, and wealth. That is all. While of noble blood, Alejandro had never quite made a place for himself among the uppermost echelon of our race. I had heard bits and pieces of his past. I knew it involved his love for a beautiful she-werewolf of another pack when he was young. He had been rejected by her father as being unworthy. I didn't know more than that nor did I care.
All that mattered was that I was here, standing before the court and standing before my soon-to-be mate. I felt like a lamb led to auction, all eyes upon me, seemingly in expectation. But the expectation of what? Was I expected to look humble? Grateful? Happy? Or, was it scorn I saw in their eyes? Was I to be the target of their anger over my sister's sudden and unexpected revolt?
Perhaps they were waiting for my true noble heritage to make itself physically apparent in some way. Sometimes, I forgot I was of royal blood. My sister and I had lived under our uncle's rule since we were young, following the untimely death of our parents. But far from providing a loving home to two young children who felt lost and overcome with grief, Alejandro offered nothing but cold indifference. It was a stark contrast to the loving home we had known with our parents. Alejandro made it clear that he had only taken us in to gain the riches of our parents. He stripped us of our property rights and stole our wealth, all in the name of compensation for taking us in.
But even that was not enough, and Alejandro seemed constantly in pursuit of ways to gain stature and wealth beyond what he already accumulated, as though trying to fill a gaping void that he could never satisfy. He spent nearly every waking hour in greedy pursuit of money and power, and I had long ago lost count of his many schemes and activities to accumulate more riches, more property, and more status. He was such a dark contrast to my dear, dead father, a kind and compassionate he-werewolf who loved his daughters unconditionally.
The thought of my parents caused tears to well up in my eyes. Realizing he had started to loosen his grip, Alejandro tightened his clutch on my arm once again, as though he was worried if he loosened his hold, I would vanish, like my sister. His fingertips began to dig into my flesh, adding to my discomfort.
I appear staunch in my resolve not to let them see a single tear cascade down my perfectly curved cheek—not the court, not my uncle, and certainly not Dean nor his father. I had so many emotions churning within, for a moment I thought I may be sick or pass out. But I had always been able to draw upon an inner strength from deep within whenever I felt at my most vulnerable and weakest.
Blossom POV It was with that strength that I was determined not to show any outward weakness. I would concentrate on the one bright spot in all of this shameful mess—I was about to be out of my uncle's house and away from my cruel family. I had often vowed to myself that I would seize any opportunity to be out from under my uncle's fist once I came of age. This was my chance. While I knew little of what might lie ahead, there were few scenarios I could imagine that would be worse than the life I had known under my uncle's roof.I am suddenly aware that someone is speaking. It is the head of the Royal Elders, and he is acknowledging my uncle, much to Alejandro's delight. The senior elder is now formally asking the court to vote on accepting me as the substitute mate for Dean. After some mumbling and a voting process that was far more formal than necessary, their recommendation is unanimously approved. It is now up to Dean to confirm that he accepts the court's decision so that I can b
Blossom POV.My uncle is quite possibly the most controlling man I have ever known. I remember looking around my bedroom this morning. It is the drabbest place in his entire home, by far. Sure, it had a bed and a place for what few clothes he allowed us to have. The rest of his home is full of sparkle and glamor, almost gaudy because Uncle Alejandro is nothing if he isn't a showman for all his wealth—and all the wealth he wants people to think that he has, on top of that.I remember the day Diana and I came to our uncle's home. We had just lost Mom and Dad and were in such a state of utter despair, we didn't know what was happening. Of course, we were just little kids; we didn't know what was going on anyway. Diana seemed relieved that our uncle had summoned us. We had barely seen him up to that point in our lives. I have no idea why he never came around. Father used to refer to him as the black sheep. I am not sure if they grew up together. I know he and Father were half-siblings.We
Blossom POV.Even with Diana's sharing of knowledge about what it means to be a she-werewolf, I am petrified of becoming the alpha's mate. I don't know the first thing about being anyone's mate, let alone the alpha. The crowd is probably right; I am nothing but a substitute for a substitute. I hope I can at least make Dean believe that I know what I'm doing. Oh, my God...Dean. He is so incredibly handsome; no wonder others envy me for this position.I had been told he was incredibly good-looking, confident yet not boastful. That combination made she-werewolves swoon. Now that I've laid eyes on him, I see what they mean. I am not sure whether I should be more frightened and nervous, wondering if I measure up, or feel overjoyed that I am lucky enough to have Dean as my mate.But now—now, he isn't saying anything! I don't understand why his father interjected himself into the situation anyway, but I have heard that the alpha's father is "in bed with the court." I'm not even sure what tha
Blossom POVA hush fell over the group once again. The elders are just as taken aback by Dean's response as I, Alejandro, and Aries are, and like them, they are not quite sure how to react. Clearly, as the court leadership, they had made the authoritative decision. Whatever they say becomes the law of the land. At least it always had.The court is not known for its appreciation of surprises like the one the alpha has just delivered. I had been found sound and worthy as a substitute mate for the alpha. They had made this clear in reading their decision aloud before all those present, including Dean.Now, at the surprise statement made by Dean, the elders were left pondering exactly what to do next. In their memory, there had never been a situation quite like this where someone—in this case, an alpha—contradicted what was already dictated by the court. Questioning the authority of the court can lead to punishment, as it has in other situations. Imprisonment is not out of the question wh
Looking back, Dean may have rushed her just a bit. She freely professed her love for him, even earlier than he expected her to. But when he suggested she be his mate, she suddenly became withdrawn. She wouldn't even speak to him or see him for about a week after he first made the suggestion.Over time, he persuaded her to his way of thinking, culminating in her agreeing to leave her home and come with him to become his mate. As alpha, he could have forced her to become his mate, but he wanted Eliza to choose him of her own free will.He still remembered the day he first brought her to his villa. He thought the grandness and beauty of it all would make her happy and that she would forget all of her past reservations, but that wasn't to be. When she first settled in, she busied herself decorating their living quarters, and he admitted, she did a wonderful job. He hadn't touched a thing that she did to this day.But after this initial project was complete, she seemed to grow sad again. S
Blossom POV.But while he could admire the girl for her boldness, he was at the same time frustrated and angry that she would speak out of turn. He was a staunch supporter of the Royal Court and the elders. It's why he was so taken aback just now at his son's words. He felt that Dean was needlessly pushing the envelope. He was probably right, in that the court would have a hard time doling out any punishment to the most powerful alpha werewolf in all of New Orleans. At the same time, Aries was angry and disappointed in what he saw as complete and utter disrespect on Dean's part.Blossom stood her ground, keeping her eyes on the elders, willing them to acknowledge her. Several of the elders simply scoffed and went back to their side conversations. Others tried to stare her down to force her to look away. But she refused to do so. Finally, the leader among the elders addressed her.His voice was loud and harsh. It was clear he was not about to let this young she-werewolf call the shots,
Blossom POV.As the new escape date neared, another unforeseen complication arose. One morning during breakfast, our uncle announced that a handyman would need entry to our suite the next morning to install bars on our windows, along with the other rear windows of the house. Our uncle claimed he had been hearing noises in the night coming from the rear of the house and he did not want to risk a break-in.Diana and I hid our panic as we choked down some of our breakfast, then asked to be excused. We would need to plan Diana's escape for that night. There was no more time to waste.That night, we waited 30 minutes after our uncle came by to check on us and lock our door. I helped my sister to slip out of the far corner window of our bedroom, then held my breath as Diana lithely descended the trellis to the ground, two stories below. I dared not call out, though my heart was breaking. Instead, I waved spiritedly as my sister set foot on the lawn and turned to look up at the window before
Blossom POVA hush fell over the court. It was obvious that everyone, from the elders to Dean himself, was shocked at my bold words.I myself would admit I was a little surprised myself. I was dealing with my inner conflicts. Somehow, I had found the courage to speak up and offer what I felt was the only logical solution. Once I had completely formulated it in my mind, I was surprised at how obvious my solution was. Yet, I alone had come up with it. It wasn't my uncle or anyone else telling me what to think or say.I had drawn upon the anger and impatience I was feeling over having my life constantly manipulated by my uncle. I channeled that negative energy into the confidence required to make the statements I did—to lay out a choice for the powerful alpha werewolf.Had I just offered a sort of ultimatum to the alpha? This she-werewolf was bold. Somehow I both surprised and pleased him at the same time. Never before had he seen a she-werewolf act in such a manner, but he was thoroughl
Fina POV.Upon deciding to use Aries' money to fulfill Eliza's dream of traveling the world, I, make it clear to the two women traveling with me that they too are entitled to a share. I tell them that wherever we are in the world, without exception, if they want to take their part of the money and separate from me, they are more than welcome to do so.And so, our journey begins, with my net worth sitting comfortably at the upper end of six hundred million dollars. We look over Eliza's itinerary to decide where to start our adventure.We take a private jet from the local airstrip to the old JFK airport in the NYT (New York Territory). Because Dean has always wanted to see Times Square, we stay in NYPT for a few weeks, soaking in the sights. While there, we visit a renowned travel agent who helps us prepare for the trip: we get vaccinated, obtain our passports, learn the ins and outs of currency exchange, and shop for essentials. With everything set, we embark on our journey to South Am
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Blossom POV As I entered the dining room, my heart raced at the sight of Alejandro in the midst of a business meeting with a group of dubious-looking individuals. He seemed entirely caught off guard by our unexpected arrival. A smile flickered across his face as he muttered something beneath his breath, waiting for us to approach. With a façade that was more unsettling than charming, he nervously ran his fingers through his mustache and exclaimed, "My lovely niece and her Alpha mate! How delightful to see you both! It feels like an eternity since we last met." Dean, not one to tolerate his pretense, interjected bluntly, "Even that would be far too soon." I couldn't help but chuckle at my mate's humor, but I quickly focused on the real reason we had come to Alejandro's home. I glared at the man who had once wielded enough power to manipulate me, the man who had stolen everything from both me and Diana for his self-serving gain. Alejandro had become the bane of my existence, and now
Blossom POV The steamy air of the villa's shower enveloped us, a sanctuary of warmth and intimacy. Dean and I had teleported here before picking up our son, a desperate need for cleansing outweighing everything else. We stood together, the hot water cascading over our bodies, washing away the remnants of a nightmarish ordeal. It was the first time in ages we'd shared a shower, and the intimacy of it was intoxicating. Dean's hands, rough and strong, traced the curves of my body, a silent language of love and longing. I, in turn, ran my fingers across his solid midsection, a familiar comfort that ignited a fire within us. We were a whirlwind of emotions, a symphony of desire and desperation. The remnants of the night clung to us, a grim reminder of the horrors we'd faced. We scrubbed away the blood, the brain matter, the unknown fluids that had stained our skin. The thick soap lathered our bodies, a cleansing ritual that transcended the physical. It was a shared experience, a testam
Blossom POV In just a matter of seconds, the atmosphere in the courthouse transformed dramatically. The once-bustling room was now filled with an eerie stillness as everyone present found themselves completely paralyzed by my voice. Just moments before the Primary Elder's heart would have collapsed within his thoracic cavity, I abruptly halted my song, sensing the urgency of the moment. Dean then stepped in, his voice adopting a firm yet fatherly tone as he addressed the assembly of Elders. "You have a choice, Councilmen," he declared, his presence commanding attention. "You can either come forward, bow before us, and kiss our feet, renouncing any semblance of power you believe you may still possess—this is a courtesy we are under no obligation to extend to you. Alternatively, you can relinquish all the minuscule authority that resides within your frail, sagging bodies right here in front of everyone assembled today. You have ten seconds to make your decision. Choose wisely. Ten."
Blossom POV "Baby... baby!!!" I exclaimed in a frantic voice, slapping Dean gently across the face while pouring water over his head in an effort to jolt him awake. He finally sat up, a dazed expression crossing his features, and I could see that everyone present at the tournament stared at him with an incredulous blend of astonishment and curiosity. It only took a moment for him to realize his vulnerability, the reality of his complete nudity hitting him hard. He turned to me, confusion etched on his face, and asked, "What happened?" "You got tangled up in a clinch with Tristan over there," I explained, my voice steady, though I was bursting with emotions. "He managed to break away and put you into a headlock. You refused to tap out, and the moment you lost consciousness, you shifted. I was terrified—you almost turned Tristan into your next meal. Thankfully, after shifting, you seemed to remain out cold, but it looked like you were trapped in one hell of a nightmare." As I assess
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