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
Jovielyn inhaled and exhaled, counting slowly. "Inhale, exhale... Inhale, exhale, one hundred and eight..." Recently, she had taken up mindfulness meditation as a means to alleviate her stress. It helped distance her from overthinking and constant worry, and it had remarkably improved her focus.From what she understood, one hundred and eight was a sacred number, significant in various realms such as sacred geometry, astrological architecture, and metaphysics.This practice allowed her to feel a deeper connection to everything around her, especially her loved ones. Even Aries, though she sometimes found it difficult to admit. She recognized that he was a part of her identity, but he could never compare to the bond she shared with her sons. When they were near, she felt a profound sense of completeness. Nothing could affect a mother's soul quite like the absence of her children; it was a bittersweet form of torture.Jovielyn cherished the moments when her boys returned home. Just think
Blossom POV As I settled into the castle, my senses were alive with the grandeur surrounding me. Jovielyn checked in on me and Dean, ensuring we were adjusting well. She brought over a platter adorned with steaming tea and fresh honey, a warm gesture that made me feel welcome."How are you enjoying the castle, dear?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity."I absolutely adore the place," I replied, a genuine smile spreading across my face. "The staff is incredibly kind. It's hard to believe they're all trained killers." I couldn't help but chuckle through my disbelief."They kill with kindness," Jovielyn joked, her laughter infectious."Sometimes with their bare hands," Dean chimed in, raising his brows in mock seriousness. I nearly burst into laughter but halted when I saw the earnestness etched on their faces.Jovielyn continued, mentioning the beautiful swimming pool on the grounds, urging us to take a dip later. "It's the nicest pool you'll ever swim in, and it hardly gets
Blossom POVAs I wandered through the intricate maze of rooms and hallways, Jovielyn shared the castle's history with me, along with the lineage of Dean's maternal family. She explained how their royal heritage can be traced back to the very dawn of recorded history, reaching as far back as time itself allows.In awe, I found myself envying her extensive knowledge of ancestral roots. I yearned to understand my own bloodline's history, but all I had were fragments from tales I'd been told, with my lineage regrettably stretching back only a few generations."Blood holds little significance in defining who you truly are in the cosmos. It's impractical to construct your identity around such matters. We all originate from the life pool, dear, and eventually, we will all return to it. The only reason I'm aware of my lineage is that my ancestors have been recorded both in life and on paper. If just one of them had gone unrecorded, I would be left without a path to follow," Jovielyn explained
Blossom POV "I don't want Dean to have to relive any of this by discussing it with me, but I do believe it's important for me to understand. I'll talk to him like you suggested, but for now, I'd prefer to let him continue healing," I tell Jovielyn.Jovielyn nods, acknowledging it's a wise choice. She knows her son better than most, and he's not as emotionally stable as he appears. She reassures me that Dean has never been one to lose his temper, but when faced with overwhelming sadness, he's drawn to it like a moth to a flame."So, where was I?" Jovielyn pauses, losing track of her thoughts."Dean was helping with the search," I prompt her."Thank you, dear. My memory used to be worse, believe it or not. So, Dean canceled his business trip and returned home. When he arrived, the villa was bustling with people. It was like a party, but one where everyone was obsessed with forensics. I'll never understand how people can just rummage through others' belongings. It's such a rude thing to