Blossom POV
"Just get out!" I shouted as I pushed past Liza toward the front door of the suite. I refused to let her "see herself out" only to sneak away and hide in some room or closet. It might have sounded paranoid, but I trusted Liza about as far as I could throw her, and I wouldn't put anything past her when it came to harming me. I didn't doubt that she had a devious plan unfolding, one that could involve a physical attack. Those flowing clothes of hers were the perfect disguise for hiding a knife or some other weapon. She could lunge at me in an instant.
"And one more thing," Liza continued, stepping even closer. "I see the way Caleb looks at you. I notice the expression on his face when you're around. You're asking for trouble if you entertain whatever fantasy he might have about you. You might get a kick out of it at first, but it won't last—trust me. A word of advice: don't get between Dean and his brother, and especially don't get caught fooling
Blossom POV Even before I had a chance to lock eyes with him, my heart raced with desire for Dean. I longed to lie against his chest like I had earlier when he was still in human form. Watching him save me from the murderous intruder reignited all my feelings for him. I knew I was falling in love, but I also understood that he couldn't reciprocate because of the rules he had imposed on himself.I hoped this incident would finally be the end of Liza's stay in the villa. So far, I hadn't seen any signs that she was moving out, and now that she had orchestrated a hit on me, perhaps something would finally be done.I couldn't shake my recent conversation with Dean from my mind. He had promised to protect me, insisting that his inner wolf compelled him to do so. Did he have a premonition that I would be in danger?I wondered if he had seen me shift into my wolf form. I had returned to my human shape by the time he rescued me, but I might have still been in full wolf form when he first bur
Blossom POV Still in my wolf form, I strained my ears to listen, but all I could hear were the usual sounds of nighttime creatures and the soothing rustle of trees and grass swaying in the wind. I cherished the stillness of life at the villa, at least when it wasn't so chaotic.I gazed intently across the open space beyond the pool, sensing no movement between me and the distant horizon. It seemed likely that there were no additional werewolves making their escape. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, but then I couldn't shake the worry—where was Dean?Panic crept in at the absence of any sign of him. I silently whispered his name in my mind, feeling a desperate yearning to connect. Just then, Dean turned from his path back toward the villa and was immediately by my side. Still in wolf form, he gently sniffed my hand before we embraced, both shifting back into our human forms.The moment I caught a whiff of his alpha scent, a wave of longing washed over me. I pressed closer, craving the
Blossom POV Liza cleared her throat, glancing around at the small crowd that had gathered. Caught off-guard by Dean's directness, she realized there would be no more excuses for her continued presence here, despite his clear command. Well, she thought to herself with a sly grin, "This will be all the more entertaining.""I was in my room when I suddenly heard Blossom's voice in the corridor. To my surprise, I also heard the intruder's voice. They were chatting back and forth, and I almost wondered if Blossom had been drinking. At any rate," she continued, her gaze fixed on Dean, "I heard her and the now-deceased laughing together in the corridor. Curious, I opened my room door just in time to see them entering your suite."A smug expression crossed her face as she continued weaving her tale. "Suddenly, I heard a scream, so I hurried down the corridor to see if everything was okay. That's when I saw Blossom with the intruder, alone in your suite. They were flirting, and who knows what
Blossom POV "I can tell you exactly what occurred, Master Dean," the maid offered. "I had just finished making the bed and collecting linens from Sir Caleb's suite. Before entering the hallway, I heard Lady Blossom furiously shout for someone to leave the room. Moments later, I exited and saw Lady Blossom forcibly pushing Liza out of your suite. However, both were pushed back inside by an attacker. That's when I witnessed Blossom transform, unleashing a battle cry worthy of the ancients, and preparing for the worst.""Then I entered the suite," I interrupted."Yes, sir," the maid confirmed.Turning to Liza, my voice was hard and unforgiving. "I banish you from ever returning to this villa, Liza, and you're lucky that I don't have you burned alive or tried by the courts, who would likely impose a far worse punishment." I instructed a pair of guards to watch Liza closely as she gathered her belongings, making it clear they were not to assist her. "Choose wisely what to take, Liza. The
Blossom POV With that in mind, he took a deep breath and began, "It hasn't been easy for me to come to terms with Eliza's death. Learning to live without her has been even harder." I could see the weight of his words hanging in the air; I was both perplexed and intrigued."Eliza and I had a bond unlike yours and mine. I knew her from a young age, but the most intimate aspects of our relationship didn't reveal themselves until after we married." He paused, tilting his head back as if struggling to find the right words.She'll never understand what I'm trying to say, he thought, but then I heard myself responding to his inner turmoil. "Try me. I'm way more understanding than you may realize." My unexpected reply took him by surprise, but he quickly remembered the strength of our connection and continued."It's hard for me to lay bare my heart, so please bear with me," he said. I understood how strong he seemed, how he presented himself to the world, but I could see through the façade.
Blossom POV.The night is warm and quiet as Dean awakens, noticing it's still dark outside. They fell asleep earlier than they should have, he thinks. Lying beside me, he stares at the ceiling, contemplating Maria's words. Could it really be possible to start an empire? What special kind of werewolf could I be? He glances over at my serene sleeping face, my lips slightly parted as I drool a little. Dean loves this genuine side of me, yet he can't shake the weight of the prophecy."Wives tales, more than likely," he murmurs to himself.He tries to push these thoughts aside and counts the square reliefs on the ceiling in an attempt to drift back to sleep. After what feels like four hundred of them, he decides to take a shower and prepare for the day ahead. He hasn't shared with me yet, but his mother's birthday is just two days away, and they must travel to his family's castle to celebrate. His mother is aging, and he wants to spend as much time with her as possible before her health de
Blossom POV Dean growls a deep howl of ecstasy and holds the hair from my face as a gentleman should as I water at the eyes to push him down again and again. With no more oxygen left in my body, I release him from my mouth and hurry to catch my breath. Dean wastes no time at all throwing me back onto the middle of the bed and says to me in a bold, hearty tone, "Now it's my turn."Dean climbs onto the bed from the bottom side and grabs my right foot, lifting it to his face so he can kiss from my ankle to my knee, then inward up my thigh before taking my left leg and doing the same. His tongue glides over my soft skin and his lips peck wet little kisses every few inches until he reaches my pelvis.Not sure what to expect, I brace for impact as he begins to deeply nibble on the tendon that joins my leg to my abdomen. This makes me gush the juices I attained from throating his manhood. I squeak a quick yelp before he opens my vulva with his watering tongue. From my hole slowly to my clit
Blossom POV My eyes open, and I start to let them rest once more, but I realize it must be afternoon by now. The sun feels intense coming through the windows, so it has to be midday at the earliest. Wasted days are a disappointment, I think. So I hop up, roll the still damp sheets up, and place them in a hamper so that housekeeping doesn't have to touch our sheets, soiled with love juices. I chuckle at my silly inner dialogue.Opening the balcony door, I remember that Dean doesn't wish for me to be any sort of exhibitionist, so I quickly shut the door and back away from the windows. "Time to clean me up, I suppose," I say aloud, wondering where my husband must've gone.I hear a fair amount of shuffling going on within the suite, so I figure I better make it a quick shower so I can find out what's going on. I enter my walk-in closet, which is wall-to-wall with the most ravishing clothes I can imagine: all perfectly my size. Bras, boots, belts, bags, leggings, dresses, all of it perfec