Damien’s pov I finished what I was doing in my study and went to the office. I knew that there were some businesses I needed to check out - contracts that needed my signature, ongoing projects that I asked for the progress report, pack business that needed my attention and all sorts of things.At noon, I sent a message from Rowan, and I told him to meet me at our favourite restaurant. We will have lunch together so he can tell me about my wife’s visit to her mother. From his report, nothing much happened except my wife and her mother having some quiet mother-daughter time. Good to know.If Rowan noticed any other thing he would tell me at the restaurant. Also, I plan to meet with Sean there, and it would be nice to have Rowan with me. Tucked away behind layers of enchantments and steel gates, The Ember Hearth was no ordinary eatery. It catered only to the most elite alphas, betas, and their trusted circle, where werewolf business and secrets were exchanged over five-star meals.The
Her eyes widened. “What? You are saying it's a spiritual gift? I thought it's something you learned in school or maybe from your mother,” she shrugged.“Yes, it can be taught usually by people like us. But those who get it directly, like me, are more powerful and can heal many diseases and ailments.”“So, those with spiritual powers like us are called witches,” Lyra noted. “But ain't witches dangerous? I hear they kill and torture people.”“That’s a huge misconception. That was why, back in the day, anyone who identified as a witch was burned at the stake,” I told her, wringing my hands together. “After some time, it stopped, and some packs modernized and understood that it's just like a way of belief for some people. Similar to the way people have different religions.”“I see. So now, witches are accepted.”“In some packs, yes. But not here.”“You mentioned earlier that you were waiting to see if I would be born with the powers.”“Correct. Before now, it was a given. But over time, t
As soon as she left, my mother turned to me.“Does anyone else know?” she asked me in a low voice.“Denise.”“Your sister-in-law?”“Yes,” I said slowly, very surprised at her sudden behavior.“So if Denise knows, that means your husband knows too.”“No, he doesn’t. I haven’t had the chance to tell him yet.”“But what if his sister had told him?”“She didn’t have the chance either,” I replied, remembering how excited Denise was to find her mate. “Besides, I know she respects me enough to wait for me to tell him myself.”She paced a bit in the room and was clenching and unclenching her hands. Then she stood still, but her hands were still shaking.“Mother, are you alright?”“You are sure nobody else knows?”“Positive.”“Nobody. Not your maids, not your friends. Anyone?”“Apart from my friends in Crewwood, no one else knows.”Her face twisted with fear. “Don’t tell anyone else. Don’t tell anyone, Lyra!”I blinked. “Why not?”“It is dangerous. It can get you killed.”“What?” I dropped the
I squeezed her hand. “I had to. For my son. For my mate. And for me.”We sat like that in silence for a moment, mother and daughter, survivors of the same man in different ways.“So, mother, why didn’t you come yesterday?” I questioned her. “Damien invited everyone in the pack.”“I would have come last night,” she said quietly, “to the ceremony. To see you and Damien. But…”“But?” I prompted.She hesitated. “Your father forbade me.”My hands stilled over my cup. “What? Why?”“I don’t know why,” she said quickly, almost defensively. “He just… told me not to go. I wanted to come, truly. But he said it would be inappropriate. And I didn’t want to cause a fuss.”“Inappropriate?” I repeated bitterly. “Granted that you didn't know it was a ceremony to announce my coming back. And to present the heir of Axelland. But you and Dad are respected members of this pack and should be available at such gatherings.”“I know,” she whispered. “I know. He said I shouldn’t go, that it might not be so imp
Soon we were ready and I came out with Leo and my nanny. Rowan and the other guard flanked me as we made our way toward the garage. We took the car Damien had prepared for us. It was one of the newest cars in the garage. Damien actually told me it's my car, like he bought it for me.I am still shocked by the news and I still can’t bring myself to call it my car yet. I am even afraid to drive in it. The Damien of yesterday will never allow me to get near any of his cars, not to mention giving me the keys to one. But now he has actually bought a brand new one for me. I smiled as we got in, silently admiring the interior.The morning sun was high and warm as we made our way through the quiet roads leading to my parents’ home. The nanny held Leo gently, cooing at him as he babbled and kicked his tiny feet, full of energy as always. We were both seated at the back of the car while Rowan and the second guard, Mark, were in the front.Mark was driving while Rowan would occasionally look back
Damien teased as his fingers slowly slipped into my hot hole. My hips jerked a little at the pleasurable sensation and my walls instantly clenched around his fingers. I need to stop this before I become a hot mess in his arms…“Damien, ah. Yes…ah. I missed you …too,” I told him in broken phrases interrupted by my lusty moans.He smiled and bent and turned me over the bed. He removed my nightgown and I was completely naked under him. He started kissing my neck and went down my body slowly kissing his way down. My body was vibrating with needs and desires.Before I knew what’s happening, my leg was spread wide apart and there was a man crouching in between my legs! My man was at my favorite spot and I knew this morning was going to be a long one. I was already melting in his arms. His hot tongue was thrusting in and out of my cunt faster now and my body felt like it was on fire..."Ahhhh!" I moaned and he thrust faster. He was fucking me with his togue and I was almost at the edge. I r