Chapter 5 Ziv’s House

He's the Beta of our Pack!

I never thought I'd be related to those big shots. But that's what happened, I married a Beta!

I force down the shock that’s about to emerge on my face and maintain my composure which is on the verge of breaking. I pretend to be calm and laugh dryly.

"Haha, that's awesome, haha."

Ziv smiles.

"You do not need to be nervous. Beta is just a job. I am not as rich as you think. But don't worry, there's no problem paying for our expenses."

I shake my head and say in disagreement, "I didn't say I will depend on you to support myself. I was just surprised at your…job."

He is about to say something else but the doorbell rings and the doctor arrives.

After examining Kelly, the doctor attaches her bone and put it in a cast. Her injuries are severe but thankfully there are no lingering effects.

I finally relax my nerves.

When the doctor left, it was already 9:30 pm.

"Are you tired? Wanna go to sleep?" Ziv asks.

"Ah ...... me ......"

After this dramatic day, I am indeed very tired, but when it comes to sleep ......

Where should I sleep? The guest room? Or should I sleep with Ziv?

After all, we are already committed to being together, and if he asks me to fulfill my wifely duties, there seems to be no reason for me to say no.

But I am not ready yet ......

"You can just sleep in the master bedroom, I'll take the guest room." Just when I am in the dilemma, Ziv suddenly solves my problem.

"Huh?"

"I think this will make you more comfortable." He says in a gentle manner, which is very unexpected.

"That's true ...... but I thought ......"

"Thought I would let you sleep with me?" He asks.

I instantly feel my cheeks burn.

"If so I'd be happy to. It’s depending on you." He chuckles.

‘Not a bad choice. He is very handsome. And our husband. Maybe we could just try.’ Veri suggests.

I immediately run into the master bedroom, leaving a "good night" to him, and hurriedly close the door.

Ziv's low chuckle comes from outside the door.

That night, I slept very well.

Zane's POV

I like Violet a lot, but I can't reveal my true identity to her just yet.

On the one hand, I'm worried about scaring her, and on the other hand ...... I need to make sure she'll be a competent Queen.

Before I found Violet, I had met all kinds of women, thanks to my grandfather.

Most of them were so absorbed in the joy of the possibility of becoming a Queen, that they forgot about who they really are. And rest of them were overwhelmed, afraid of getting in trouble all day long.

Such people cannot be good queens.

I need my Queen not to enjoy the aura of status, and not to be afraid of duty.

So I told Violet that I was a Beta, as I had informed the real Beta of the Blue Moon Pack to be away on a trip for a while.

I have asked my men to get the house prepared beforehand. I decided to live there with Violet for a while and test if she could be a proper queen.

And If in the end, she couldn’t ......

That's fine too. I will also let her be my happy wife and let her life live in peace and happiness.

Violet's POV

Although very tired, the next day, my biological clock makes me wake up at six o'clock sharp. After a brief shower, I realize a big problem.

What should I ...... wear?!

I didn’t bring any luggage! And I have thrown my dirty clothes into the basket.

I can't be just naked hanging around there.

I look around, my eyes fixed on the cloakroom door.

I decide to pick one of Ziv's clothes and wear it. We're mates. I guess he won't mind.

I open the door of the cloakroom and see rows and rows of expensive suits and shirts in it. The tags on the clothes are not cut, as if they have been put in in a hurry.

That’s weird.

But I won’t overthink it. After all, rich people think differently than I do. Maybe they are buying things just for personal exhibitions, or for fun.

Like this masterroom. I used to think the bedroom is just a room for sleeping. If got a bed then everything is good. 

But this room? It has a separate wet and dry toilet, a cloakroom, and even a study. 

Quite luxurious.

I take one of Ziv's white shirts and change into it. The shirt is big enough that I could wear it as a skirt and so I didn’t wear my dirty pants.

The door of the bedroom next to the master room is still closed. I guess Ziv is probably still asleep.

Normally, at this time, I would start to clean up Neil's messy house, but Ziv's house was so neat and tidy that there is not much to do. The only thing I could think of is to make breakfast for everyone.

I make my way to the kitchen. The kitchen is also spacious and fully equipped with cooking utensils. Yesterday I was pleased to find that there’s a brand new oven microwave and even a dishwasher.

I used to have an old oven in Neil’s house that always worked on and off, so I could only simply bake bread.

Now I can try many of the recipes I've wanted to try for a long time.

I take the eggs, milk, muffins, and blueberries out of the double-door refrigerator and start to make breakfast.

I made three honey muffins, garnished them with some blueberries, fried six eggs, and warmed up three cups of milk. After that, I peeled some apples and peaches and made a fruit plate.

Just as I bring the food to the table, I hear a sound from the living room doorknob.

Ziv comes through the door, carrying the chill of the morning air and the growing scent of rum with him.

"You're not sleeping?" I ask.

"You've prepared breakfast?" He asks.

We speak in unison, both seeing the surprise in the other's eyes.

After a few seconds, we both burst into laughter.

We just found another thing in common. We are all early birds.

"I got up earlier and went out for a run," Ziv explains. He brushes his hair with his fingers as he walks toward the table.

Today he changed into sportswear and looks a few years younger than when he wore a suit. Much like a college student. And the messy hair from the run makes him look extra sexy.

"I see...I was going to wake you up but since you are already here, you can wash your hands and come over and eat." I say.

"Did you make all this?" He looks at the food on the table in surprise.

"Yes. What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing, I just didn't expect you to get up so early to make me breakfast." He smiles.

"Not for you! I'm just used to getting up early." I correct.

"There’s no difference. You got up early and made me have something to eat. That's the fact and I should thank you for that." he walks up to me and says, "Thank you, Violet. This is also the first time I've had breakfast made by my own family."

He said ‘family’ ......

Sincerity makes his already handsome face extra attractive. 

I am a little shy and lower my head, "You’re welcome. If you like my cooking, I will often make food for you in the future."

Suddenly, I feel the breathing of the man in front of me deepens. I look up and see him staring unblinkingly at my ...... shirt?

"What's wrong?" I ask, somewhat shakily from the desire in his eyes.

"You're so sexy ......" he suddenly comes in a low voice, sticking his eyes on me, "I'll have someone send you some clothes later. A dress like this can only be worn for me in the future, okay?"

Only then did I remember that I am still wearing his shirt!

I follow his gaze and look down. A rush of hot blood rushed to my head!

My moon goddess ...... because of the water I’ve dealt with while cooking, and the shirt was white, the fabric on my chest was wet and almost transparent!