BLAIRJaya wasn’t kidding when she said Emily knew how to do makeup. When she was done, she nervously told me to look in the mirror. I’ll admit I was a little scared at first but when I’d faced the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised.The makeup was light and natural. And it was more focused on highlighting my features.“I didn’t know I was this pretty.” I said, still admiring her hard work in the mirror. Emily and Jaya both laughed at that. “Really, Emily, thank you so much. I love it.”I got up and pulled her into a hug.“I’m glad. And you can call me Em.” She smiled. “That’s what family calls me.”I smiled even though my lips wobbled for a reason I couldn’t tell.“Okay, I can’t wait anymore. We need to see the dress.” Jaya claps, making us move back and go to check the outfit.Since the makeup was nude, even down to my lips, we hadn’t bothered to check what Lucian picked out. Somehow I trusted him enough to not even be bothered.If what he picked out for me for the ball said anythin
LUCIANThe quickie with Blair was just what I needed to be able to go through with this meeting. Not even my strongest liquor could give me the patience to deal with those distasteful old men.Just like the president had a cabinet and a senate, werewolf packs have council members. As the alpha, I had all control, but there were things I couldn’t do without consulting them first.Like getting married. It wasn’t a big problem since many alphas have mated and marked their mates the second they met. The fact that I went the full route and got married was what made them even more interested in meeting with her.And I have a feeling they are suspecting she is a human.They don’t live on pack grounds often. Since they were traveling all around. And keeping tabs of pack related business in other places. I know they haven’t heard of the news. Not from anyone in the pack, at least.Maybe whispers around.Rumors spread like wildfire in the werewolf communities. Just like it does in the human wor
BLAIRI’m going to kill Lucian very soon if he doesn’t stop touching me!It is not his fault you like it too much. A sassy voice in my head cackles.I grumble mentally. I couldn’t believe how much my subconscious seemed to like him more than me. How does that even make any sense?I jump a little in my seat when his thumb starts riding high again. Reminding me I didn't have panties on since we discarded it in our…tryst. He is shameless!The men in the room do a good job at keeping their faces blank and their eyes away from us. I wish I could say I was able to remain still since I knew what he was doing this and knew it was coming. But it was like pouring ice cold water on someone. No matter how well they were expecting it, it’ll still shake them up.“Stop it,” I whispered harshly in his ear.Lucian looks at me from the side, a hint of a smile on his lips.He hasn’t been his usual dry humorous self here. He seemed more aloof than anything. Which I guess is how the outside world perceive
LUCIAN It seems Blair wasn’t bothered with the disrespect, or she just didn’t care, or she didn't notice. Whatever it may be, it didn’t sit right with me and I wasn’t going to let it slide. Brandon Smith has, and will always be an asshole. Too old to be fucking alive if you ask me. But of course, the worst ones refuse to die. I’m looking at Blair but my attention is on everyone else in the room. She may be all I may see. But it doesn’t change the fact that I could stab all of them in the heart in less than a minute. “I asked you a question,” I said to him, still not bothering to turn. Blair’s eyes move to my lips, then my eyes. She licks hers, making pleasure zapped through me. God, the things this woman does to me and it is like she doesn’t know how much effect she really has on me. “It is business, I’m sure she won’t be interested.” He says with a laugh that was probably supposed to make light of his misogynistic comment. He was lucky he didn’t say anything more to annoy me,
BLAIRI lean back and scrunch my face. Jaya holds yet another lingerie set for me to look at.“What is that?” I asked, looking at it like it would jump and attack me or something. She rolled her eyes of course, before replying.“A lingerie, B, stop acting like you’ve never seen them before.” She points at my growing bump, which makes me glare at her. In response, she shrugs and smirks victoriously.“That thing is a string, and we don’t know where it starts or ends.” I point to the piece of thread she is holding, because there is not even clothing, and shake my head. “I’m never, ever wearing that.”She turns to the iPad that is sitting on the vanity, where Sasha and Kayla can see what is happening.They insisted on helping me pack for my trip with Lucian. Well, our honeymoon.Speaking of which, I haven’t seen said person since last night after I left the meeting/dinner.I have to say, I was a little disappointed he didn’t come. After all that happened, I thought we’d made some sort of
BLAIR “I swear you act like you’ve never seen lingerie before.” Sasha’s mumble comes through the phone. “This isn't lingerie,” I deadpanned, turning the ‘thing’ in my hand all over, trying to find how it is supposed to work. Clothes have no reason to be this hard to wear. “It is a string of ropes that were poorly tied together.” A string bikini covers more than this does. I don’t even know what the hell it is and how it is supposed to be worn. It does look like a rope though. That I’m sure of. They all mutter some things about how I’m being a prude. “I’m not being a prude,” I said with an eye roll. “I just don’t think I’ll need any of this.” I moved away, heading to my bedside table to drink water. I’ve been parched for a minute there. “We’ll put it just in case.” I paused mid gulp, which made the water almost come back up. Thankfully, I managed it just in time. “No!” I held my free hand up. “I’ll die if anyone sees that.” “It is a gift, B. You gotta take it.” Mikayla is usi
BLAIROn the day of the trip, I woke up in a particularly bad mood and I couldn’t explain why. First, I woke up late and I had to rush.I rushed through my breakfast, which tasted amazing and deserved to be salivated. Only for me to go downstairs and hear Lucian was holding an emergency meeting. I was very close to saying to hell with it and staying home. Who needed a honeymoon anyways?I was also still pissed at him for going back to his ‘let me ignore Blair’ era. So he wasn’t earning any good points by making me wait.Five minutes later, he walked out of the meeting and met with me in the hall. Dressed in a pristine suit, like he wasn’t going to be flying for God knows where. He looked like he was hopping on another meeting.When he saw me, he paused before regaining his composure and keeping stride. He nodded to the guy behind him. I've seen him before but I keep forgetting his name. He smiles and nods at me before going ahead to pick up the travel sized bag I’d kept here, saying h
LUCIANI’d spent more than half the night, last night, thinking of what to do. What to say.It was a dick move to avoid Blair after the dinner. And I know this is no excuse but I didn’t want to. At the same time, I knew it would be for the best.My mind wasn’t in the right place after that dinner and I didn’t want to fuck anything up with her. The dinner had been great for us. How much she seeked comfort from me made me want her. Need her. And not just in the sexual sense.All the confusing emotions I’ve been feeling for the past few weeks multiplied. But I wasn’t worried. This time, I embraced the feeling. I played with the idea of having her by my side forever.I was likely never going to meet my mate. And the closest thing I’ll have to that is Blair. She completes me in a way that even I don’t understand. I have no idea how I’m going to put it into words. How we fit for example. Like she was made for me. Even if we don’t see eye to eye, there is this impossible string drawing me to