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
Blossom POV Maria continued to walk with me down to the main hall, where we found Dean readying for what seemed like another business trip. I approach him with a disgruntled curiosity. "Good morning!" He says to me with a joyful look on his face. "You slept for ages, I'm glad to see you on your feet. It's a beautiful day and we have much to accomplish before we're off.""We?" I ask."Of course! Do you think I'd leave you behind after our recent blunders? We will go together this time.""Where are we going?" I probe for more information."It's a surprise, My Love."I turn red, and Dean sees that fire in my eyes from the previous day. "You mean to tell me that I am being traded, or offered up as some other Alpha's chew toy? Why, so that you can gain some sort of peace treaty or some useless shit?!"Dean covers my mouth quickly and walks me to the foyer. The housekeeping staff never stop so much as to look up at us. Tightly holding me, keeping me in check until he's confident that I'm d
Meanwhile, Liza stood on the street, clutching nothing but a change of clothes and a few toiletries. Grateful for Dean's help, she reflected, "I suppose he could have killed me. I almost wish he had. Bastard."It was a tough life when nobody wanted her around. Even the desperate truck drivers discarded her once they got what they wanted. While she had grown accustomed to this way of living over the years, she realized she was getting too old to be out in the cold, selling the only warmth she had left.That villa had been everything to her—her home, the only place she had felt truly anchored since, well, a long time ago. With no living family to lean on, her options were limited.There was no chance she could turn to Aries after what his son had just put her through. He would never support her anyway. "Mr. My Son Does No Wrong" was more accurately "My Son Beats Me When I Make Him Mad." It was pathetic how much Aries tried to maintain his façade.So, who could she build a new foundation