LOGINIRYN'S POVMy cheeks bursts up in flames, and I shake my head quickly."No... I... I'm okay," I breathe, trying to ignore the heat dancing up my neck.Fenric raises his eyebrows at me, and I bite my lip not knowing what to say.Finally he glances down slightly and withdraws his hand from my hip, pulling the dagger along with him.My lips part softly.Oh.That's why he...My cheeks flush again.... Held my hips from... below.Letting out a breath, I watch as he slides the dagger into the small sheath, then places it against the inside of the gray ankle boot I'm wearing.Since it's not a full length boot, the hilt of the dagger juts out a bit.Tapping the top of the dagger and then sides of it through the material of my boot, Fenric tests how well it fits, his thumb grazing my calf lightly.Heat snakes up my leg then, and my wolf lifts her head in my mind, purring contently.“... Wear it like this,” Fenric's voice reaches my ears.“That way you won't stab your own ankle when walking.”
IRYN'S POVI gulp slightly, my breath hitching in my throat when I see his gaze follow the part line of my neck.Wh----- what's up with him?"Fe... Fenric?"Suddenly he shakes his head, causing his dark hair to sway with the movement.“Put these on,” he says abruptly, handing a flat box out to me.Looking down at the box, I blink quietly in mid shock.I hadn't noticed him holding it before.He waves the box a bit, bringing it closer to me.Speechless, I take it from him, my gaze fixed on the box's dark leather and the stripe of rawhide that's tied to it.“You brought me…?” “Open it before I lose my nerve,” he mutters, his voice sounding raspy and almost quiet."Fuck."Hearing his words, I gaze up at him.He sounds annoyed... slightly, or had I just imagined it?Pursing my lips and biting my bottom lip lightly, I pull at rawhide stripe, tugging at it till it comes loose.Then I open the box, my eyes lighting up instantly when I see what's inside.Inside the box, wrapped in a brown woo
IRYN'S POV After over an hour of thinking, I finally get myself to... take a pause and bath.Now dressed, I bend and pick a pair of soft gray ankle boots from the bed, setting it down gently to the floor as I slide my legs into it.Just as I’m lacing the straps, the door swings open, causing me to turn towards it.And my eyes falls on Fenric, seeing him filling the doorway with his broad shoulders, dressed in black.His hair is damp as if he'd showered over an hour ago but didn't fully dry it, and his shirt is tugged half- untucked in his trousers.Walking in, his eyes land on the open chests on the floor, then his gaze trails up to the neat lines of shoes on the bed and he looks at me, his eyebrows lifting up in question.Heat crawls up my neck at that, "I... got excited."His mouth goes up in a smile at that, but it lowers as his gaze falls on the chests again.“So,” he says, his voice sounding gravel and edged. “Nyall decided to go shopping... for you.”My eyes flicker at that, a
IRYN'S POV Sighing softly in my sleep, I lift my heavy eyelids, squinting almost immediately when sunlight hits my eyes.Rubbing my forehead a bit, I sit up on the bed only to see rows of slippers, boots, sandals and fur- lined winter pairs arranged beside the pillows, just next to my head.Seeing them has me taking in a deep breath asmy lips part softly.So everything that happened yesterday wasn't a dream?Biting my bottom lip, I gingerly pull the bedsheets off myself and look down at my legs.Last night I fell asleep with the midnight- blue slippers on, and right now as I'm wriggling my toes in them, it feels like I'm floating.Nyall’s voices repeats itself in my head then; "Your place is where you decide to stand." I sigh, instinctively turning to look out the window so I could talk to the moon goddess.Maybe she'll talk to me?This is all so strange; I don't know why she chose me to Nyall, Fenric and Orien's mate.I mean, I'm grateful; idynever thought I'll have a mate let alon
IRYN'S POVLeaving the second chest, I run to check the others, throwing their lids open.The third chests is full of boots, the fourth chests is full of sandals and the fifth has...My eyes grow so wide at the sight.... High heeled shoes!These worth a fortune!!They only started trending about 50 years ago according to the scrolls, but they're so rare only the highest ranked she wolves wear them.And even at that, not every werewolf pack manages to their hands on two pairs; but... I have a whole chest of them?I stare at the fifth chest with my lips still parted, “This... this is too much.” I whisper to myself.“Is it?” the shorter serving Beta asks, causing me to turn towards her quickly.I'd completely forgotten they were still in the room with me, though they were standing a few feet close to the door.Her eyes slid over me, disgust clearly written on her. “For an Omega? Of course it is too much.”The taller serving Beta chuckles under her breath. “Maybe he just wants his pet to
IRYN'S POV Pressing my my upper and bottom lips tightly to each other, I turn back to the box and reach my hands out to it, wanting to take it off the bed to... somewhere it'll be safe.... Where I won't have to look at it.However just as my hands are about to grab it, a knock sounds on the door causing me to jerk as I snap my head towards it.Moving away from the bed, I ask, "Who is it?"A muffle comes from outside the door as a response but I barely hear anything."Who?""We're serving Betas," Two voices answer me at the same.Feeling relieved to know who it is, I pad over to the door and pull it open.And when I do, my eyes fall on two serving Beta women, each of them standing there with a lacquered chest balanced in their arms. My brows furrow at the chest in confusion, but I don't get to think much of it when I'm suddenly hit with a sour scent.Scrunching my nose, I walk backwards, barely being able to hold in my gag.And as I do, the serving Betas follow me in, probably takin
IRYN'S POVI'm not sure what Orien meant by 'wooing me'.I mean, we're already mates.Do other mates werewolves do that?I'm not sure how he plans on doing that though; he wouldn't tell me.I find myself pouting without realising it.Why wouldn't he tell me?My brows furrow; I shouldn't be worried
IRYN'S POV"I..." I start to say."Yes?"“I won’t fight them for you,” I say suddenly, letting out everything I want to say before I get cold feet.“Or fight you for any of them. I don’t want you and Nyall to fight again, or you and Fenric, or Fenric and Nyall. I don't want you three to fight each
IRYN'S POV “I want to read,” I tell him, which is not a lie, but again, not the whole truth.I tip my head up a bit, slightly nudging his nose in the process, "Do you want to read?"My question seems to have stunned him, because he just blinks at me for several seconds without saying."Orien?" H
IRYN'S POVThe library tilts and spins in circles as dizziness washes over me.And I back up into the shelf behind me, resting my back fully against it as I look up at Orien in shock.However in spite of my shock, I find myself saying; “Don’t say things like that.”“Why?” Orien asks, sounding genui







