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0147: Matching Outfits
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Fate Or Mates 0149:Party Crasher
Angela’s POVHalfway through the feast, a strange restlessness began to prickle under my skin. The laughter was too loud suddenly. The scents were too rich. The weight of a hundred watching eyes, both adoring and assessing, started to feel like a physical pressure against my chest. The beautiful dress, which had felt like a second skin earlier, now seemed to constrict around my ribs with every breath I took.I needed air. Just a moment. A minute alone to remember how to breathe without an audience.I leaned toward Aaron. He was deep in a low-voiced conversation with Alistair about boundary markers. “I’m just going to slip back to the room for a moment,” I murmured, my hand briefly on his arm. “The dress is a little tight. I’ll be right back.”His green eyes flicked to mine, concern flashing through the bond. “You’re sure?”I sent back a pulse of reassurance. “Just need a minute. All fine.”He gave a slight nod, his thumb brushing my wrist before I stood. I moved away from the High Tab
Fate Or Mates 0148:Banner Behavior
ANGELA’S POVStepping out of the house, I felt like I was walking into a living dream. The path ahead was lit by hundreds of small lanterns hung in the bare branches of the trees, their flames dancing like captive stars. The air, which had been just cold before, now carried the rich, smoky scent of roasting meats and spiced cider, along with the crisp, clean smell of snow. I took it all in slowly.But it was the sound that truly stole my breath. It wasn’t just noise. It was a symphony. The deep, rhythmic beat of drums came from the central clearing. I could hear the joyful shrieks of pups playing a chasing game somewhere in the shadows.There was the warm murmur of hundreds of voices, talking and laughing, someone singing a snatch of an old solstice song. And beneath it all, the constant, comforting crackle of the great bonfires.Aaron’s arm was solid beneath my hand. He didn’t hurry me. He just let me take it in, and I could feel his own pride, a warm current flowing into me through
Fate Or Mates 0147: Matching Outfits
ANGELA’S POVI straightened up in the clearing, watching the pups race around with their sticks and laughter, marking out the story circle. I held Aaron’s gaze. It was a quiet conversation, one happening without words, just the bond and the space between us. He was a steady anchor. A silent I see you.He finally pushed off from the tree and started walking toward me. His movements were unhurried. There was a small, private smile touching his lips. The pups paused their game for a respectful second when they sensed their Alpha approaching, then dissolved into more giggles and darted off to find the perfect flat stone for the storyteller’s spot.“They’ve commandeered you, I see,” he said as he reached me. His voice was a low rumble meant just for my ears. His hand came up and brushed a stray snowflake from my cheek.“They have excellent taste,” I said, leaning into his touch for a fleeting second. “They want me to tell the First Moon story.”His smile widened, and the pride in his eyes
Fate Or Mates 0146: Moonflowers And Muddy Paws
Angela’s POVAaron lingered beside me a moment longer, his thumb tracing a small circle against my spine. Through the bond, I felt his quiet contentment. His pack fed and strong, his mate at his side, the day stretching ahead full of promise.I leaned into him just slightly. This was the heartbeat of our life now.Breakfast lingered longer than usual, the easy chatter gradually shifting as wolves finished and drifted toward their duties. Aaron squeezed my hand once before heading out to oversee the warriors, leaving a brush of warmth through the bond that felt like a promise.Martha wiped her hands on a towel and turned to me. “Luna, if you’ve a moment, the festival committee is gathering in the great hall. We’re finalizing placements for the banners and the seating circles.”The Shadow Moon Spring Festival. Three days away, but the entire pack thrummed with anticipation. The longest night, the turning point. This year would be my first as Luna. I felt the weight of it, not heavy, but
Fate Or Mates 0145: Excessive Energy
ANGELA’S POVThe water finally began to cool, and we stepped out, wrapped in thick towels and each other’s arms. Aaron’s hands lingered as he dried me, tracing lazy patterns across my skin like he was memorizing me all over again. The bond was quiet now, a steady, sated warmth that made the whole world feel softer around the edges.He pressed one last kiss to my forehead. “I have an early training session with the warriors,” he said, and I could hear the reluctance threading through his voice. “But I’ll find you after.”I smiled, touching his jaw. “Go lead, Alpha. I’ll be waiting.”He left with a look that promised we weren’t nearly finished, and I dressed slowly. Soft leggings, an oversized sweater that still carried his scent from the day before. Pulling my hair up in a messy bun, I made my way downstairs.The pack house was already alive in that particular early morning way. Purposeful, layered, every wolf moving with a quiet efficiency. The heart of it was the kitchen. Martha stoo
Fate Or Mates 0144:Best Part Of Waking Up
ANGELA’S POVI woke slowly, the kind of waking where everything comes back in pieces. First the warmth, thick and heavy around me, then the quiet of the room, still dark with the curtains pulled shut. Aaron's scent hit next, that sharp sweetness mixed with something deeper, warmer, the way it always got when his body was already thinking about mine.His chest was against my back, skin almost too hot, and his arm lay across my waist, heavy, fingers spread wide just under my ribs like he needed to feel me breathing.I shifted a little, barely moving, and it was enough. He tightened his hold right away, pulling me back until my ass pressed against him, against the hard length of him that had not softened at all in the night. A low sound came from his throat, and then his mouth was on my neck, open and slow, lips dragging over the spot where neck curves into shoulder."Good morning, my Luna," he said, voice rough from sleep, thick with want. I started to answer, but he kissed me before an
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