Blossom POV Tears blurred my vision as I wandered through the seemingly endless maze of hallways and doors, unsure of my destination. I recalled descending a staircase, yet it seemed to elude me now. Pressing my back against the cool stone wall, I allowed myself to slide down into a crouched position, where the tears fell unabated for a brief yet poignant moment."Lost in every possible way," I muttered to the empty hallway. After drying my tears and regaining some mental clarity, I caught a whiff of something calming and familiar—a mix of floral and pine. Intrigued, I followed the scent down the hall, finding a narrow staircase that led outside to a stunning garden. The moon, in its crescent phase, illuminated the chilled, clear night sky. A marble bench sat before a dormant fountain, offering a rare imperfection in the otherwise flawless manor. "At least something around here is less than perfect," I murmured, somewhat envious of the grandeur surrounding me."Hey, I'm not that ugly
Blossom POV "It was actually your father who extended the invitation to her, Caleb, believe it or not," Hugo made his presence known as he emerged from the same doorway I had just passed through. "She was invited in the capacity of a housekeeper, but nonetheless, it was a formal invitation by the family," he added as he approached the area around the fountain.Caleb seemed doubtful about Hugo's assertion since Aries had not even appeared at the celebration tonight. "Is that so?" I asked, before meeting Liza's gaze and instructing her to find something to clean. "Preferably something toxic, if you would."Liza rolled her eyes at my less-than-subtle insult.Seizing the moment, Caleb quipped, "Start with that burlap sack you call your genitals. It smells like vomit and decaying animals, and that's from seven feet away."My jaw nearly hit the floor at Caleb's audacious remark, and I could see Hugo's eyes widen in disbelief.For the first time since we'd met, I didn't hear a peep from Liz
Blossom POVCaleb, taking a cue from his brother, pointed out the impressive stack of gifts awaiting Jovielyn in the grand hall. He suggested that if she felt up to it, he'd be more than willing to accompany her down there tomorrow after she had some rest, to open as many presents as she liked."So, you're staying, Caleb?" Dean inquired."I'll be sticking around to ensure she gets out of bed safely. Are you heading out, then, Dean?" Caleb responded."Yes, I need to return to the villa to sort out things with Fina and to discuss a few matters with Hugo concerning Liza. I'm uneasy about their stealthy behavior. It's been one disaster after another since we got here, and I just want to take Blossom home for some well-deserved rest," Dean explained, sounding utterly drained."Can you at least stay until the morning, just so I know you're not going to doze off behind the wheel of that ridiculous little car?" Jovielyn requested."Of co
Blossom POVDean spoke passionately about not blaming Diana for running from an arranged marriage, especially one that had nothing to do with her well-being and everything to do with her uncle's selfish desires, orchestrated by his obsessive father. As I began to recount what happened that day, Dean gently stopped me, urging me not to speak any further of it.He warned me that each word could be incriminating, and although he bore neither my sister nor me any malice for our actions, there were those who would—and they might even target us. Insistent, Dean advised me to remain silent about the details."As long as you're with me, you have nothing to fear," he assured, and I believed him wholeheartedly. I remembered vividly the time he turned a werewolf into nothing more than a heap of disarrayed tissue, on the day Liza attempted to have me killed. Dean was a force unparalleled, like a living deity. It was clear why he held the position of Alpha—his authorit
Blossom POVStanding there in the cellar, I shiver slightly in my sundress, the bikini underneath, a picnic basket in one hand containing towels and some food Maria thoughtfully prepared for our beach outing. "Why on earth are we waiting in a cellar to go to a private ocean?" I grumble aloud."It will all make sense shortly," Dean assures me, as he descends the short staircase into the cellar. "How else would an entire ocean remain private?" he asks with a smirk.Admitting I had no clue, I confess that this was part of why I believed it to be a simple fable. To me, it just seemed so implausible. Dean then reveals that if I thought the idea itself was beyond the realm of logic, I am about to have my entire perception overturned.He guides me toward the back of the cellar, where it's almost pitch dark. "Come on," he encourages. Hesitant, I take a breath and nervously follow him into the shadows."Take my hand," Dean instructs gently."I
Blossom POVHis body, aglow with the sheen of moisture, reflects the intensity of the harsh solar rays, and I find myself utterly captivated by his physique. My eyes are involuntarily drawn to the mesmerizing way his firmly toned arms move beside his flawlessly sculpted hips. As Dean turns around upon exiting the water, pausing momentarily to take in the scenery, my attention fixates entirely on the pleasing fullness of his form—his sculpted lower back dimples and the enticing curvature of his backside. The wet swim trunks cling to him snugly, crafting a second-skin masterpiece that eloquently accentuates his chiseled posterior, pulsing vibrantly with every shift in his weight.In one fluid motion, Dean raises his arms, resting his hands atop his head before he pivots to return to me on the sand. This transformation, occurring in mere seconds, stretches into an eternal moment for me, a timeless interval I am more than willing to spend admiring this
Blossom POVDean struggles momentarily with my bottoms before deciding they are dispensable. He grabs hold of the bikini between my thighs, one hand in front and the other behind, effortlessly tearing the fabric without leaving a single mark on my inner thighs.Now, my juices trickle down his abdomen as I attempt to gain leverage on his abs. In doing so, I discover the sensation of grinding my clit against his muscular stomach, a feeling unparalleled by anything else.I feel the firm tip of his manhood pressing for entrance as it stands proudly. Dean gradually loosens his grip, leaving me with no option but to wrap my drenched softness slowly around his impressively vascular erection. As I descend upon him, Dean releases a deep, primal groan, and I too feel the rhythmic pulsing of his heartbeat through the veins lining his shaft.Gripping my firm backside with both hands, Dean lifts me over and over onto the incredible object of my deepest desire. H
Blossom POVPerhaps as a defense mechanism to protect my conscious mind from the looming dangers I'm about to face, I find myself letting my mind wander away from the gravity of the situation. I am fully aware of the seriousness of the matters at hand, but I also realize that dwelling on them needlessly will only exacerbate my anxiety. This awareness is unavoidable, so I allow my thoughts to drift back to my immediate concern: "What on earth should I wear?""Lady Blossom!" Maria's voice calls out from the staircase, breaking my reverie. "You have an official here to see you.""You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaim, thoroughly surprised by their early arrival. The letter had specified midday, and this was far from it. "How can they be so thoughtless with their timing?" I silently criticize the Royal Court's scheduling capabilities.I call back to Maria to ask them to wait a moment while I finish organizing my things. As I do so, I reach out t
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