LOGINFENRIC'S POVHer lips part then, and although she's now focused on me, I'm not.My eyes go to her plumb lips, watching her breathe through them softly.Fuck.Not wanting to get distracted, I lean in, lowering my head to her neck, my lips grazing the shell of her ear."It's our job to spoil you rotten. You have every right to take it and tell us whether you like it 'or not', or if you're uncomfortable in any damn way.""Do you fucking understand mate?" I drawl, my voice coming out harsher than I intended."Y------ yes," She says in a small voice, barely audible despite my wolf hearing; she might as well have said it in her mind."I didn't hear you," I growl."Yes, Fenric."Finally I let go of her throat, and in a second Nyall's right beside her, drawing her into his arms as he wraps them about her in a hug.Watching her shoulders relax, I hear her breath in deeply, taking in his scent as she burrows her face into his chest.Orien strokes the back of her head lightly, "Are you okay?"Sh
FENRIC'S POVFUCK THIS!I'm not letting my mate be scared of every fucking damn thing.I'll be damned before that happens.Stalking my way towards her, I turn my attention away from my brothers and to her, holding her gaze with mine.I ignore whatever gibberish Nyall's currently saying for me to calm down.Calm is the last thing I feel now; I'm fucking livid!Why the goddamned hell should our mate be afraid to take 'gifts' from us?Yes, afraid; the scent of her fear was so strong just now, overpowering strong and sour.I could practically taste it.What fuckers put nonsense in her head?Nyall's right that she's new to all these and needs to adjust, but I'm not letting anyone force her to be spineless; that's not who she is.She's courageous, curious, adventurous, a quick learner, fucking timid at times and so innocent that I want to ruin her in every way... to make those luscious cheeks of hers bright red, both cheeks.But she's not a coward.Those motherfuckers with ranks higher than
IRYN'S POV“What’s in that one?” I ask Nyall, pointing at the chest the serving Betas brought in, finally having something to say to break the silence.“Warmers,” he replied, adding with a slight tone, his eyebrows furrowing a notch."I only just remembered their important a few minutes." I smile at that; How thoughtful of him.... And I don't even need to open the chest and see what's inside to realise that.Then, my fingers picking at my nails, I turn my head from the chest to my mates, trying my best to ignore the unexpected sting in my eyes."Why would you all…" I trail off, my throat tightening as I wave my hands about vaguely."... do all of this?” “Because you deserve it,” Fenric answers bluntly, tilting his head at me, his dark eyes narrowing just a bit like he's wondering why I even asked that.I can't help it; I'm not used to this.I know I've said this before, no------ thought this before.I've said it over and over and over again in my head that it's even beginning to so
IRYN'S POVThe annoyed look on her face disappears completely before I can think much about it, and she mutters with a grumble;“We were told---------”“You were told to deliver them,” Nyall utters from behind her, stepping out from the corridor, his voice deadly quiet. As they part way for him, he walks past them and into the room, greeting me with the view of him in a pale shirt, dark vest and his hands tucked behind his back.His face blank of any expression, he barely looks the serving Betas over his shoulders, finishing his words with a simple line. “Consider them delivered.”Bowing their heads low, the three Betas quickly lower the chest down to the floor, setting it down gently in the hall.“Thank you,” I mutter, getting only a mild nod from them as a response.Then without wasting another second, they close the door gently keeping their heads lowered as they do, and soon I hear the sound of their fading sandal covered footsteps.Letting out a small breath, I tear my gaze aw
IRYN'S POVI flush at that, heat sweeping up my neck from his words.His eyes are so intense on me now, so I look away, clearing my throat and biting at my bottom lip softly as I mutter;"I'm... going to learn how to play this."I wave the flute in my have in front of him, hoping it'll distract him from staring at me face.And it works.... For a second.His gaze goes back to me, "I can teach y-------"Fenric growls then, deeply, causing my heart------- and my wolf in my head------ to leap as I instantly turn to look at him."For fuck's sake," He growls, glaring at Orien."Move the fuck away from her. She's my mate too."Orien opens his mouth, about to say or do something in response, but Fenric cuts him off."You should have gotten her a fucking weapon to defend herself with. Not a-------"Orien growls back at him, tilting his head in warning, "At least I got her a gift that isn't just sharp."Fenric bristles at that, “Her dagger is perfect.”“Your---------,” Orien starts to say, but
IRYN'S POVHe looks down at my hand holding his arm, his lashes fluttering shut as I feel him take in a deep breath."Orien?" I call.His eyes open then, his gaze falling on me as I catch a glimpse of his jaw working a bit before it varnishes completely.Thinning his lips, he reaches his right hand behind him, pulling out a silk- cotton cloth wrap.He holds it out to me then, but doesn't hand it to me immediately.Instead he unwraps it himself, revealing a flute.My lips part; this... is totally... unexpected.It's bone- white, simple and finely polished, so much that it looks like it's sparkling.I wonder what was used to make it.Without thinking, I reach my hand out, touching it lightly.It feels... smooth and rough as well at the same time.Looking up, I find Orien staring down at me, his gaze searching my face... like he's looking for something.I'm not fully sure though, he's so silent now.Instinctively, my gaze trails over his shoulders only to find them so stiff.He looks ten
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
IRYN'S POVFenric finished teaching me by mid afternoon, although he said we'll still have more training time during the week.Training was rather stressful, but I'm glad though; I learnt something.Right now I'm at the fountain which is in the middle of the entire pack.It's the only fountain in
IRYN'S POV His words leave me puzzled, and I'm at a loss of what to say. "It's... normal." At my words, his eyebrows go into a deep dive, so I say; "I always go barefeet." Nyall's lips part of then, and he looks as if he wants to say something but then... he doesn't. He's silent for a long whi







