ログイン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 POVFaintly, I feel Nyall's hand on my arm stroke me, causing me to stare up at him again.Blinking twice, I try to brace myself.Why do I feel so overwhelmed?Should I tell him I don't... like what he said?Is that... okay?Lifting my eyebrows, I open my mouth to say something but then Nyall shakes head at me.“It's absurd that anyone told you that. You have every right to wear footwears. It's absurd that I never noticed this.”My brows fall, and now my mouth falls open wider.... Oh.It wasn't me he found absurd.A smile forms at the corners of my lips in relief, then--------“It’s just how it is.” “No,” he mutters, his brows dipping to form a crease on his forehead as his face morphs into a frown.“It’s how they made it, not how it is.”I shrug a little at that; what else am I supposed to say?Thinning his lips, he steps closer, closing the little gap between us and closes his hands over mine, pressing the box of soft slippers back to me. “Wear them," He utters calmly, th
IRYN'S POVI hesitate a bit, then tentatively take the box from him, untying the bow shaped cord that's wrapped around it.And I gasp, my lips parting open in shock.Inside it is a pair of sli... slippers.Slippers?Holding the box in my left hand, I stretch out my right hand and dip my index finger in.Midway, I pause.I've never seen a pair of slippers or shoes up close before... or touched one.I'm almost scared I'll be burned if I do.I'm not worthy of one.But... it's right in front of me.Exhaling through my mouth once, I suck in a sharp breath and... tap on the right leg quickly.Nothing... happens.So I gently tap on the left leg too, keeping my index finger for much longer and my eyes widen, my eyebrows raising up as well.They're real, and soft too.So soft.I pinch the side of them, rubbing them with my thumb and index finger.It feels like leather.They're midnight blue, lined with white straps that look like the colour of clear white clouds. They’re beautiful.My gaze fo
IRYN'S POV A while later, Nyall led me out of the fountain.Actually he wanted to escort me to the quarters, but I told him I wanted to check out the pack's library.So... he took me there, and I had to mumble an apology when I... told him I wanted to read---- I mean research alone.I expected him
IRYN'S POV I skim through the page, my eyes scanning the line as I read what is labelled as lists of leaves and roots.They're not poison exactly, but they're all antidotes for poison, and as I read on, I realise that each one is fit for only certain poisons.... Otherwise, they 'antidote' might e
IRYN'S POV“No,” He answers almost quickly.Then he turns his gaze to look at the hedges ahead of us.“At Orien and at myself,” he continues.I don’t say anything for a while, and my mind races to figure out what he's talking about.
IRYN'S POV "What have you been up to all morning?" Nyall asks suddenly. “I needed… something to do,” I tell him honestly, and he nods in response. “You’re allowed to need that.” Surprisingly I let out a light hearted scoff, “Try telling that to Fenric.” "Oh?" He mutters in question, raising his







