Perhaps 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
Blossom POVAs I step into the enclosed back porch, I find Dean lounging in a lawn chair, gazing thoughtfully into the wilderness beyond. I settle into the chair beside him and teasingly say, "Boo."Dean turns his head slowly to look at me, feigning fear with a deadpan expression. "Ahhhhh, I'm afraid..." he replies without so much as an increase in volume or any added inflection."No, smart-ass, I mean the puppy. I think his name should be 'Boo'," I declare, grinning with pride at the cleverness and cuteness of the idea. Dean says he loves it. Despite the fact that this dire wolf puppy was entrusted to him by a pack of actual dire wolves, something tells him that "Boo" is destined to be more my companion than his."Just wait till you have to clean up the logs he's going to drop in the yard," Dean quips, grinning."Hey, remind me because I must have been in a stupor—was it me who stumbled upon this big bundle of responsibility wrapped in fur?"
Blossom POVFina, ever the pragmatist, leans back in her chair, engrossed in her number puzzle. Disturbance is not on her agenda. "Honestly, it makes me want to sit here and continue this Sudoku. So please, leave me be," she replies, weariness evident in her tone.Liza, unwilling to let it go, nudges her, "Have you gone soft?"Fina peers over her reading glasses, removing and folding them deliberately before placing them neatly on the table. Her gaze fixed on Liza, she responds in a measured, calm manner, "Look, I once despised that woman for simply residing in my sister's house. I resented her for pulling Dean away from his commitments. I frowned at her for having her own celebration. I saw her as a mere substitute. But here's where it gets interesting—I harbor no real grudge against her. She's done me no wrong, if truth be told. Honestly, I'm happy for Dean because I've always known how much he yearned for children," Fina confesses with sincerity. She ad
Blossom POV"Boo!! Come here, kid!" Dean called out with a whistle that could rival the blast of a freight train. From the thick underbrush emerged Boo, rumbling towards us from about thirty yards away. His massive body collided with the ground with such force that it felt as if a small earthquake had erupted beneath us. We exchanged glances of surprise and amazement. Dean remarked, "Has he grown since we got here? I swear he looks bigger.""I think you're right," I agreed, feeling a sense of awe myself. "Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me?"Dean paused to ponder, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. I couldn't help but notice the sound his stubble made as it moved beneath his fingers, a distinct hook-and-loop noise, reminiscent of sandpaper. I liked that thought; it made him seem even more rugged and adventurous."Do you remember your parents well?" he inquired gently.I appreciated his thoughtful question and shared that my parents ha