“But you are indeed the heir to the title. You are wearing it now. You can't want to marry me!”“For heaven's sake, stop worrying about me or Ivan, and think a little about your child. My brother would have abandoned you both. In any case, he was always careful not to take a wife. Do you think I should be grateful to him for being selfish, all because I'm lucky enough to have inherited his title?”He didn't seem to consider himself so lucky, indeed…“The honor of our name requires that, if your child is a boy, he should become my heir and one day be Lord Hadleigh in his turn. This may not be a legal requirement; but moral, certainly. No one will be able to guess that he is not my son: one will naturally think that he is mine, since I will be your husband. We may be suspected, which is not a big deal, that we have anticipated the ceremony a little. At worst, they will say that I am Ivan’s brother, and we will not be surprised more than that... It will make gossip for a week, and that's
They waited five minutes outside the door, then it creaked on its hinges and opened, revealing an ageless butler, in the trembling light of the lantern he was holding.“Milord?” he snapped. Ms. Cater stepped in a while ago. Mistress. Alexis is in the small living room.“Thank you, Dawson, we'll announce ourselves, " replied Ian. Miss. Chase, who is here today, will stay at the pavilion for two nights. If you could find her a room, and a maid…“Good, milord. A room, a servant, fire” he repeated to himself as he walked away.“Dawson is nearly ninety years old,” Ian whispered in Eden’s ear, but he refuses to retire. Don't be afraid of my cousin's dog, he barks madrily but I doubt he will bite you.While talking, he opened a double-leaf door and entered the living room. “ cousin, I hope you will forgive us for this late visit.”The little dog began to bark at the top of his lungs. Alexis reprimanded him, but it took him a good minute to bring him to his senses.Ian launched into explana
At 7:45 a.m. the next morning, Ian, sitting in the sedan, waited in front of the Omega Pavilion, trying to make a to-do list. He was dying to grab the little brandy flask in his pocket and drown in alcohol all the obligations Ivan had bequeathed to him. Especially this one.It would have been intellectually more comfortable to mourn his dead brother. Ian was certainly in mourning, but for a brother he had never had. Of the intimate friend, the companion of a lifetime, whom he would never have the chance to know. For until the end, Ivan, jealous and suspicious, had not allowed anyone to get close to him.Still, rehashing grievances against a brother who didn't love him would not help him in any way. Taking over this almost abandoned estate, taking care of servants and farmers neglected for a long time, putting finances in order... And this last obligation that had fallen on his arms. So here he was going to have to marry the rather stubborn daughter of an obscure country pastor.
“Morning, Ian.”The footman helped Eden get into the car, and the aristocrat discreetly studied the young lady’s face as she sat across from him.”“Hello, did you sleep well?”She was pale, had drawn features and dark circles under her eyes. He had never demanded that his omega be as beautiful as a statue or a fashion print, but he wanted her to have at least a little charm. Eden was too tired for that. The image of Freddie Framlingham, so lively and pretty, with her pink cheekbones, fresh complexion and mischievous eyes, came back to his memory. The pure, the so nice Freddie.“Yes, thank you.”This was, obviously, a polite lie. She must have spent half the night biting his blood. “-Ok…”It was useless to point out to her how bad she looked. Ian thought“There is a bottle of madeira and dry biscuits in the basket.”“It's very kind of you to have thought about it.”She smiled at him, and it was a revelation for Ian.Eden was by no means devoid of charm. But very quickly, her smile
Eden bit her lower lip. Apparently, it wasn't just her appearance that worried her. Too bad, it would have been fun to spoil her a little.“It's better not to tell the bishop about my father, right? I'd rather he didn't learn where I am from. Not right away.”Ian nodded. “As you wish.”She nodded too, then remained silent, as if she had nothing more to add. But Ian saw her subtly wipe away a tear. He didn't speak anymore“Here we are: Worcester. See, it's the Royal Fort, on the hill, above the city.”Eden straightened up and tried to focus on the landscape. Ian seemed quite at ease, pragmatic and efficient, regularly diving into his agenda and plotting plans for her. The image she had begun to forge of him the night before - a man who made his decisions at a brisk pace, and who had a taste for risk. She saw him well, a responsible man. The very type of husband you can count on, actually…It was all so strange, so dangerously easy... Finding yourself in a luxurious Car with a visc
Half an hour later, the prettiest little hat in the world, with a delicate veil and frivolous little blue ribbons, was already in its box, while Eden examined the lovely hair decorations. She was not used to being given a choice. The one with the cherry red ribbons made her chestnut hair appear darker and shinier, highlighting it beautifully. But the one with the sprig of primroses on the rim enhanced the color of her eyes and was so pretty that he couldn't help but smile as she looked at it.“I can't make up my mind," she sighed. “Well, take both," Ian told her.He did not seem the least annoyed to have to wait a long time at the milliner's house, nor to have to pay for three hats, instead of the two initially planned.“The one with the red ribbons, for the bishop," he advised. He added, to the milliner's attention: “You can throw away the old one.Now, let's look at the crosshairs…”He waited until she was out of the store to add:“And the sky blue wedding dress. I will never find
“Is everything okay, Eden?” Ian asked politely. “Have you finished shopping?” “-Yes, thank you.”Eden hesitated for a moment between politeness and frankness.“But I can't help but think that this is all totally extravagant.”“Didn't you find it funny?”She looked up from her cup, and she did not know if her lack of enthusiasm annoyed or amused him greatly.“No.”“-I'm not interested in frivolities” she thought. But her fundamental honesty eventually prevailed.“I mean... Yes, a little bit. It's very nice to choose pretty things.”She felt herself blush a little. Ian must have noticed, because the small cheerful wrinkles reappeared at the corner of his doe eyes. He obviously liked to see her blush, which baffled her somewhat.She remembered that Ivan also loved to see her go red for nothing. This detail saddened her for a moment.“We have taken only what is strictly necessary, of course,” he added. “We will bring the seamstress to the castle before …”He paused and waved his hand.
“Thank you, Milord.”Eden sketched an almost decent bow and grabbed Ian’s arm. On the other hand, she held a marriage license."Soon. Soon, baby, we will be safe.” Eden thought.It was just if he didn't leave the room backwards, like in a royal audience. Still on the arm of her future husband, she crossed the corridors, impressed by the decoration and by the secretaries who trotted around them, their arms loaded with files.“Everything went very well,”commented Ian as they walked through the square behind the cathedral.“-It's true.”To Eden’s relief, the bishop had shown no surprise at seeing Lord Hadleigh enter his cabinet, a red-eyed omega on his arm, to ask him for a marriage license. Ian looked rather satisfied, and Eden’s heart made a small leap in her chest.“Ian, are you sure you don't regret anything?” she asked shyly.The viscount's lips pursed, as if the question seemed inopportune to him.“-I would have more regrets if I had abandoned you and your pup. I told you, Eden,
March 26th “These flowerbeds are going to look great this summer.”Eden leaned against Ian by the window of the large living room, above the flowerbeds that Johnson and his men, including young Trubshawe, were preparing, burying the flower bulbs.“Amara is growing, too. It's late March, spring is in the air.”Ian put his arm around his omega’s shoulders and drew her closer. It was still a shock for him to know she was his.“Do you think it's possible to be this happy?" asked Eden.“No, not usually," he replied, smiling. Then he leaned over to tickle Eden’s earlobe with his tongue, watching for her reaction. “But I know lots of ways to enhance the sensation.”“Oh, I know that.”Eden tried to react like a respectable viscountess and show a little reproach towards her rascal of a husband, but she hardly succeeded.“As it happens," Eden whispered to him in an engaging voice, "we have no obligations either this afternoon or this evening. I've kept us a few moments free, since we're packi
Ian made it his own, sensing that this was their real first time. The alpha forced himself to control his desire and keep an eye on Eden’s, which rose and rose, until the final conflagration, the simultaneous deflagration.“My love…”Ian gasped again. “Forever and ever. Forever and ever.” “My omega,” Ian whispered, stroking the back of her neck.Ian looked at his omega with such tenderness, as if he couldn't believe he had it all to himself.“You're mine, aren't you Eden?” The alpha asked, looking tall and majestic above her“All yours” Eden nodded vigorously, her breath catching as she felt Ian’s hands wrap around her ankles, caressing her calves before spreading them apart, making more room for between her thighs“Yes," Eeen murmured, "yes, all yours, mark me.”“Are you sure?”“Yes, I want to be yours, completely”Ian let out a tiger-like growl just before he bounced on his prey, before leaning in, his mouth hot and heavy as he rubbed his lips across Eden’s cheek, up to her chin,
“Sir”It was Philips' voice that brought Ian back to earth; he'd just lost the most important person in his life.“Sir." Philips insisted in the face of his master's silence. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but we await your orders. It's getting dark, the current is preventing us from crossing and continuing our search, so I think it's best to go back inside, get warm, regain your strength and start again tomorrow. Also, you'll have to prepare for the worst, sir, with the low temperatures and the cold.”“Are you mad?” Ian asked, his voice full of fatigue but above all full of bitterness. “Excuse me, sir?”“My wife has just been carried off, I don't know where she is or what state she's in, and all you can tell me is to go home, get warm and prepare for the worst. So I repeat, ARE YOU CRAZY?”“I'm sorry, I…”“Enough... Send Jem to tell my Aunt and Alexis to take care of Amara. Then gather all the men near the clearing with the best hunting dogs you can find. I want everyone to get to work,
Ian first saw the shattered pillars of the bridge, then a wavering figure stepped out to meet him, a small dog barking frantically at his heels. Ian jumped down from his saddle and Toby leapt into his arms. A baby's cries could be clearly heard over the roar of the river.“Where's my omega, Philips?”“Still in the car, milord. With the maid and the baby. The footman's a little hurt, but he'll be alright. I sent him for help. It was the floodwater that caused the bridge pillars to collapse as we drove over...If we make any sudden movements, it'll cause the rest of the bridge to collapse.” Ian put the dog down and ran along the bank, the coachman on his heels. When he reached the carriage, Ian had to fight the urge to jump straight into the water to save his family.“We need ropes, horses and... Ah, thank God, there's Murrow!”The carpenter galloped down the hill, pulling his wagon team along. When he reached the bank, he braked with the reins. The men with him jumped down from th
We'll go down to the hotel, Mary," she announced to the maid, pulling from her bag the London guidebook she had taken from the library. Let's see which one is the most suitable..The horses slowed as they took the path that led to the bridge over the river. Eden glanced out the door at the fog-shrouded landscape, then back to her guide. “The Pulteney looks to be the most comfortable and central," she explained, trying to keep her tone light, "but it's certainly very expensive. Let's see.”The sedan lurched forward and, at the sound of hooves on logs, Jimin realized they had reached the bridge. There was a terrible creak. The coachman screamed and the sedan pitched sideways. Eden tried to grab hold of Amara, but her hands could only clasp Mary's dress as Icy water invaded the darkened cabin. They had fallen into the river.Ian waded to the edge of the torrent, the water almost completely submerging his high boots.“Too late," he announced. The dam's already broken. There's no way
Breakfast the next day was more tiring than Eden had imagined. Ian behaved with impeccable courtesy. He smiled at her, spoke to her politely, and when Eden sent the servants away so she could talk to him about what had happened the day before, Ian simply shook his head.“Let's not talk about it anymore, Eden. We've got to put it behind us. Your nerves were on edge after a few days at the reception.”Eden wanted to apologize, to explain why she had lost control of herself. If Ian pretended that nothing had happened, would she be obliged to leave for London and let this unspoken issue hang over them forever?There was a knock at the door, and Jackson entered. Behind him, several men in working clothes could be seen gathered in the corridor.“Lord and Milady will excuse me," he began, "the rains have caused the river to burst its banks. Turner sends word to the lord that he fears the mill dam may break.”“I'll be off then”Ian put down his napkin, stood up and walked into the corrido
What had happened? What had gone wrong? Ian contemplated in the deserted corridor, as stunned and shocked as if someone had just cut open his chest and ripped out his heart. He'd thought he'd made Eden happy and brought her security. But that had only been an illusion, which had now been shattered. He didn't know how he was going to make things right, or even if it was possible. No doubt Eden was in her room. Toby stood at the door, whimpering miserably. Ian knocked on the door, then turned the handle. To no avail. The bolt was pulled. Swearing muffledly, he tried to open the boudoir door. Locked too, as was the door to the baby's room. He knocked again.“Eden?”SilenceStriding to his own room, Ian tried to open the connecting door. It too was locked. Exasperated, he pounded his fist on the panel.“Eden, my angel, will you please open the door?”Through the wood paneling, he heard the child's startled cries, which put an end to his anger almost immediately. Amara must b
The day after the christening, it began to rain heavily, much to Eden’s dismay. With her brief experience as mistress of the house, she wondered what he was going to do with all her guests, on a rainy Saturday, after matins and lunch. But her worries proved futile. The bishop retired to his room to read his sermons, the older ladies took up their embroidery, telling each other the latest neighborhood gossip, while the younger ones obligingly kept the children occupied and did a thousand favors for Amara, as well as for Leon, Iris and Jasper’s baby. The alphas had disappeared. Some of them had withdrawn from the bishop's sight to play cards or billiards, while others had gone to visit the stables. As for Eden, she sat quietly, sometimes making sure the babies weren't too tired, sometimes simply enjoying the rain drumming on the windows and the crackling fire in the hearth. Jasper entered the room, his hair soaking wet, and leaned over to whisper something in Iris’s ear. She loo
——6th of January——— “Your Grace”Eden gave a deep curtsy like Alexis had taught her to do. Immediately her hands were grabbed, and one of the most handsome young men she had ever seen helped her to her feet.“Please, call me Alastor, " replied the Duke of Avery, kissing her on both cheeks. “Ian,” he exclaimed enthusiastically, “where did you find such a pretty omega?” “Just looking at her to know you don't deserve it.”“You can let go of her now, Alastor,” Ian said quietly, smiling. The look on his face, however, indicated that he was ready to slay any man who got too close to Eden, whether he was a duke or a prince.Eden felt overcome with excitement. She was a little apprehensive about this baptism reception, but, for the moment, everything was going wonderfully. The only downside in recent weeks was that Ian avoided sharing her bed, probably to let her rest a little after giving birth. Since Amara’s birth, however, the alpha seemed more distant than Eden would have liked. W