Blossom POV
Standing 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
Dean POVPerhaps they were drawn by my scent or it was merely a twist of fate, but I sense it is no accident when the Alpha of the pack approaches me with an air of deference, almost as if silently conveying, "It is an honor." He even lowers his head in a respectful bow. Being an Alpha myself, I understand it is only fitting to return the gesture.So, I bow in formal acknowledgment. The wolf notices my bleeding hand and signals to another member of the pack to join us. The Alpha makes a sound that seems like a scoff in my direction. I'm unsure what was communicated, but a smaller wolf, a female, approaches me. She nudges my hand, prompting me to lift it, and gently licks it twice, pauses to examine it, then licks three more times.Though the female is considerably smaller than the Alpha, her tongue easily wraps around my hand. I am amazed at what is unfolding before me. After she stops, I check my hand. Remarkably, it is completely healed. There's not even
Dean POVCaleb stands his ground and says, "I really don't want to have to fight my own brother, but if it means slowing you down to keep you from doing something foolish, I will."I chuckle at him, but then I suddenly feel light-headed. My ears start ringing and a reddish haze clouds my vision. I collapse to my knees, and barely make out Caleb's concerned voice asking, "Are you okay?... Hello! You still with me?" I try to reassure him, "I think I'm okay, just give me a second," calming my worried brother.Gradually, my vision clears, my hearing normalizes, and I regain my balance. "What the hell was that all about?" I wonder aloud. As I explain the episode to Caleb, I realize that my link with Blossom has reactivated. I immediately attempt to connect with her again, "Blossom, please tell me you're okay."Blossom finally responds, "I'm fine, I think. I just had a little fainting spell, that's all. I'm here with a doctor now." She adds,
Blossom POVAlejandro came by to offer his congratulations to me, on the recent revelation of my impending journey into motherhood. He also seemed curious about how things have been between me and Dean. His demeanor was noticeably more polite and civil than the last time we shared a space. I took the opportunity to question him about the ordeal that led to my summoning to the Royal Court, accusing him of orchestrating the farce that had me stand trial for such absurd accusations.He claimed that he had minimal involvement with the charges and that it slipped beyond his control. I could read the deception in his words; he was not being truthful, and I knew better. The trial was based on "newly discovered evidence," and there was no other plausible source for it. I might be a kind-hearted and loving spirit, but I am neither naive nor stupid."If there's anything at all that I can do for you, please just let me know," Alejandro coaxed, trying to mend years of
Blossom POVI find myself jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my breathing quick and uneven. The sun hasn't yet risen, but the faint light of dawn is approaching, and I decide against trying to return to sleep. I'm almost frightened to do so, deeply unsettled by the vividness of my dream. It felt all too real, too close to the precarious reality I know.For a while, I lie there, contemplating the possible meanings behind such a dream. Eventually, I push it aside, recognizing it as a manifestation of stress—an indication that I've been overthinking and need to find some peace of mind.Accepting this realization comes easily, but a far more challenging thought hangs over me: my family's willingness to exploit me and my child for their own benefit. I'm not naïve enough to think Alejandro is the lone member of our bloodline capable of such selfishness.It dawns on me that if my family had possessed any good judgment, they would never have entrusted Alejand
Blossom POVFor a brief moment, I question how Dean could possibly know what my uncle had said, but then I remember the link we share, and Dean simply smiles and nods at me. "I love you so deeply that it almost feels insane," I declare, my emotions spilling over."And I'll never cease loving you," he reassures me. "You know... I'm coming to understand that by marrying you, I didn't break my promise to Eliza. In fact, by marrying someone who's been a cherished friend my entire life, I may have failed in making a promise to you," Dean's words smooth out so many of my worries in an instant.As Caleb enters the gate code, the immense metal gate granting access to the villa swings open. The SUV glides effortlessly through and follows the long, tree-lined path until the trees part, revealing a circular driveway that perfectly complements the grand residence.Upon arriving at the villa, I am overcome with joy at being home; a place that, for the firs