All Chapters of Alpha's Substitute Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dean POV It's early afternoon on the day of the party, and everything seems to be running smoothly. Guests haven't started arriving yet, and the great hall of the castle is nearly prepared to welcome them when they do.Blossom and I haven't dressed for the celebration yet, but we want to make sure everything is set up perfectly for tonight, so we join the staff in the great hall to lend a hand and check on the preparations. As we walk into the expansive dining area, Blossom is amazed by how different it looks today compared to yesterday."What happened?... How did they?... Where did they?... Where did all of this come from?..." she stammers in awe, her questions trailing off in disbelief.I chuckle at her adorable bewilderment and reassure her, "It's what they do, love," sparing her from the mystery.With a smile, she looks at me and asks for a drink. Linking arms with her, I lead her to the bar, which is crafted entirely from large glass cubes with LED lights blinking in rhythmic pa

Blossom POV Tears blurred my vision as I wandered through the seemingly endless maze of hallways and doors, unsure of my destination. I recalled descending a staircase, yet it seemed to elude me now. Pressing my back against the cool stone wall, I allowed myself to slide down into a crouched position, where the tears fell unabated for a brief yet poignant moment."Lost in every possible way," I muttered to the empty hallway. After drying my tears and regaining some mental clarity, I caught a whiff of something calming and familiar—a mix of floral and pine. Intrigued, I followed the scent down the hall, finding a narrow staircase that led outside to a stunning garden. The moon, in its crescent phase, illuminated the chilled, clear night sky. A marble bench sat before a dormant fountain, offering a rare imperfection in the otherwise flawless manor. "At least something around here is less than perfect," I murmured, somewhat envious of the grandeur surrounding me."Hey, I'm not that ugly

Blossom POV Caleb, taking a cue from his brother, pointed out the impressive stack of gifts awaiting Jovielyn in the grand hall. He suggested that if she felt up to it, he'd be more than willing to accompany her down there tomorrow after she had some rest, to open as many presents as she liked."So, you're staying, Caleb?" Dean inquired."I'll be sticking around to ensure she gets out of bed safely. Are you heading out, then, Dean?" Caleb responded."Yes, I need to return to the villa to sort out things with Fina and to discuss a few matters with Hugo concerning Liza. I'm uneasy about their stealthy behavior. It's been one disaster after another since we got here, and I just want to take Blossom home for some well-deserved rest," Dean explained, sounding utterly drained."Can you at least stay until the morning, just so I know you're not going to doze off behind the wheel of that ridiculous little car?" Jovielyn requested."Of co

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 POV Dean 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