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
Blossom POV After driving through the night, Dean and I arrive at his family's estate—a sprawling castle that has stood for nearly a millennium. Over the centuries, it has been furnished, refurbished, and expanded, adding layers of character to its ancient walls. The center tower, known as the "keep," boasts a spire that reaches toward the heavens, embodying a sense of reverence for the past. Inside the keep, an atrium is adorned with a magnificent staircase that spirals upward to the very top of the tower.The bedrooms are perched near the top, and fortunately, there's an elevator to assist with the climb. The keep, standing fourteen stories tall, sways gently on blustery days, reminding us of its majestic presence. Surrounding the keep is an intricate network of tunnels and rooms, each one leading to a central courtyard nestled within the fortress walls. Within this labyrinth, you'll encounter kitchens, entertainment rooms, a sparring area, a library, housekeeping quarters, and eve
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
The organization known as the "Royal Werewolf Council," formerly the Royal Central Bank, rose to power as the dominant global government in the aftermath of the Great Werewolf-War. They spearheaded the reconstruction of local government infrastructures worldwide and reorganized the planet's workforce. By channeling investments into these efforts, they also developed a new currency and trade system. It became evident, however, that these investments were part of the Royal Central Bank's long-standing and devious plan. For over a century, they had meticulously orchestrated a scheme to gain global control through manipulation and strategic foresight. Their machinations led to a catastrophic war by providing aid to any country willing to adopt their centralist banking system. By doing so, they patiently awaited a conflict that would persuade nations to turn against one another. As each country became embroiled in conflict, alliances broke, and trade partnerships soured under the manipula
Jovielyn always cherished the arrival of spring. There was something enchanting about a cool spring afternoon, the gentle breeze weaving through the newly sprouting leaves, rousing them from winter’s harsh grip. Magic seemed to linger in the air during this season, which revealed itself on the day she met Virgilio.On that particular day, Jovielyn was by the lakefront outside the castle walls, absorbed in her philosophy book while savoring the fresh air. The castle wasn’t her home back then; it belonged to the Knight family, whom she had never encountered face-to-face—until that day.Virgilio led a group of men on a training run around the lake. She noticed them from across the water but remained unfazed, lounging on the grass beneath a willow tree that draped over the lake. Unbeknownst to them, she was there when Virgilio, at the helm of the exercise, accidentally stumbled over her.His companions continued running, laughing at the scene, but Virgilio stopped, feeling the need to apo
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
Blossom POV As the referee signals the start of the match, Dean adopts a loose but balanced stance to counter whatever strategy this man may employ. His opponent firmly squares up in a southpaw Muay Thai stance and begins to close the distance slowly. Determined not to be overpowered right away, Dean begins to hop around a bit, attempting to distract the man and disrupt his line of sight. However, his efforts prove ineffective; the man stays locked on him, advancing steadily with resolve. Recognizing that this competitor will not back down easily, Dean makes a split-second decision: he mirrors the man's Muay Thai stance and braces himself to absorb the oncoming jabs. Utilizing his slightly larger build to his advantage, Dean manages to clinch with the man, forcing him to the ground. Once both men hit the floor, Dean gains a dominant position, achieving full mount before spinning around to take his opponent's back. It quickly becomes apparent that his challenger lacks proficiency i
Blossom POV Several of the men who have gathered here tonight show little interest in assuming a leadership role. Many of them are elderly war veterans who have transitioned into political positions over the course of their lives. Dean takes the initiative to approach them, inquiring whether they would like to take on the role of referees for the matches. To his delight, most of them readily accept the offer, as it allows them to remain actively involved in this significant event. They genuinely appreciate Dean's inclusive approach, which values their experience and contributions. With everything now set into motion and every participant prepared, the first round of combat begins. Dean has decided that he will join the matches during the third round, as he is presently occupied with assisting Caleb in organizing the matchups and deciding on the proper measures for when the sun sets. As I watch, I observe Dean glancing towards Caleb, who is smiling as he surveys the crowd and the f