Stupid ribs. Stupid healing. Stupid everything.
I woke up feeling better than I had any right to after getting thrown around by a mind-controlled Alpha, but the dull ache in my side reminded me that werewolf healing had its limits. Three days of rest and medical treatment had done wonders, but some injuries just took time.
Carson was already awake, I could tell from his breathing. He was lying carefully beside me, barely touching me except for his hand lightly resting on mine.
"Morning," I mumbled, rolling toward him despite the twinge in my side.
"Careful," he cautioned immediately, shifting back slightly. "Your ribs—"
"Are mostly healed," I finished for him, scooting closer to press against his warm chest. "Stop treating me like I'm made of glass."
He frowned down at me, eyes serious. "The healer said at least five days before—"
"Before strenuous activity," I interrupted. "Cuddling isn't strenuous, Carson."
"It is
He traced patterns with his tongue on my inner thigh, so close I could feel his breath where I needed him most.When his tongue finally returned to my clit, it was slower this time, circling the sensitive bud with deliberate precision. My back arched off the counter, pressing myself closer to his mouth. Fuck."Mmm," he hummed against me, the vibration making me cry out. "Taste so good. Could do this for hours.""Don't you dare stop," I managed between gasps.He laughed softly, the sound sending another shiver through me. "Wouldn't dream of it."His tongue alternated between gentle licks and firmer pressure, mapping every sensitive spot. When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked, I cried out so loudly I was grateful for the cottage's isolation."Fuck, Carson, that feels-""Tell me," he said against my skin. "I want to hear what I'm doing to you.""So good. Your tongue feels so good, I can't think straight."He rewarded me with another firm suck that had my hips lifting off the
Few weeks later***I woke to Carson getting dressed, moving quietly around our pack house quarters."Morning," I mumbled, stretching in bed."Morning, sweet girl." He kissed my forehead. "Big day.""Three hundred guests. Five packs. What could go wrong?"He laughed. "Nothing. Everything's perfect."The past month had been amazing, honestly.We'd found our rhythm, mornings here handling pack business, afternoons at Moonlight Cottage when we needed space. The cottage was our escape, just us and the forest, no politics or protocols."How's Hunter?""Better. Doc cleared him for crutches yesterday, but only weight on his right side. He's been running this whole event from his recovery room."Hunter's healing had gone well. The spinal damage wasn't as bad as they'd feared, and his left leg was coming along. Still, he was chomping at the bit to get back to normal duty."His fan club
After leaving Hunter to rest, Astraia and I spent the rest of the day in meetings, pack council sessions, celebration planning, coordinating with the visiting delegations. By the time we finally made it back to our quarters, the sun had set and I was exhausted in the best possible way."God, I'm tired," Astraia said, kicking off her shoes the moment we walked through the door. "But good tired, you know?""I know exactly what you mean." I stretched, rolling my shoulders. Still perfect. No pain at all."I'm going to shower," she said, already heading toward the bathroom. "Wash off this long day.""Good idea."I settled into the chair by the window, looking out at the pack grounds bathed in moonlight. A few wolves were still moving around, night shift patrol changes, late workers heading home. Everything peaceful and normal.From the bathroom came the sound of water running, and my mind started to wander. We'd been through hell these past weeks, but somehow we'd made it through stronger
I quickly pulled my hand away from Lydia's, straightening up instinctively."Princess Odette," Lydia said, immediately recognizing the shift in atmosphere and turning to see who had entered.Her cheeks were still flushed from laughing."Oh," Odette said, her expression carefully composed now. "Sorry, I didn't know you had company. I knocked, but..."We'd been so caught up in our conversation that neither of us had heard it."Your Highness, I didn't hear you come in," Lydia continued, immediately straightening more in her chair."Miss Sinclair," Odette replied, her voice cooler than it had been a moment before. "How... dedicated of you to keep visiting.""I like helping people," Lydia said, lifting her chin slightly, though some of the warmth had gone out of her voice."How admirable," Odette said, and somehow made it sound like anything but a compliment. She moved to stand at the foot of my bed, her posture formal. "Though I'm sure the medical staff has his care well in hand."The eas
Lydia settled back in her chair but maintained that warm smile. "Is there someone special in your life? I'm surprised no one's claimed you yet."The question hit a little too close to home. I felt my smile become more forced as I reached for my water glass, buying time, a little uncomfortable."Not really my focus right now," I said carefully. "Being Beta keeps me pretty busy.""That's not really an answer," she said with a knowing look. "Come on, a guy like you? There has to be someone who's caught your interest.""Speaking of interests," I said quickly, deliberately steering the conversation away, "you mentioned painting landscapes. Do you have a favorite spot to paint?"She noticed the subject change and smiled knowingly, but let it slide. "Trying to change the subject on me?""Maybe," I admitted with a sheepish grin."Fine, I'll let you off the hook... for now." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But I'm persistent when I want to know something.""I'll keep that in mind," I said, t
About an hour or so later, I woke to the sound of my door opening quietly.Blinking awake, still groggy from my nap, I saw Lydia Sinclair peeking in with a covered plate in her hands."Oh good, you're awake," she said, stepping into the room with a bright smile. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to wake you, but I brought lunch.""Lydia," I said, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "You didn't have to—""The kitchen staff said you barely touched breakfast," she announced, moving toward the chair beside my bed. "That's not acceptable for someone who's supposed to be healing.""You don't have to keep doing this.""I know. But I want to." She uncovered the plate. "Soup and sandwiches. Easy to digest.""Thank you. That's really thoughtful."She settled into the chair beside my bed, watching me eat with obvious satisfaction."How are you feeling today?" she asked."Better. Less like I got hit by a building.""Good. I asked the doctor said you might be able to get up and move around a little so