Semua Bab The Rejected Omega’s Revenge : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Beatrice POVThe final Council session was scheduled for the next morning. The formal acceptance ceremony where I'd be officially recognized, given a seat and made a permanent part of the Council.But Darius and I had other plans first."Are you sure about this?" he asked as we got dressed, his hands adjusting his formal jacket. "We could wait and do this privately.""I'm sure," I said, fastening the clasp on my dress that matched my eyes. "I want everyone to know. I want it official and public, no more hiding.""Your brothers know we're doing this, right?" he asked nervously."They know," I confirmed. Through the bond, I felt his anxiety. His fear that this was too much, too soon. "Darius, look at me."He did, but his green eyes were worried."We're already mated," I said, taking his hands. "The bond is complete, the marks are visible. This is just making it official to the Council and letting them know we're a unit.""A beta and an alpha princess," he said quietly. "Some of them won

Beatrice POVThe journey back to Wynterhold took two days, and I spent most of it pressed against Darius's side in the carriage, unable to stop touching him."You're going to make me blush," he said, catching my hand for the third time as I traced his mark on my neck."Good," I said, kissing his jaw. "I like when you blush."When we finally arrived home, my brothers were waiting on the front steps. All four of them lined up like a welcoming committee."The happy couple returns," Silas called out, grinning. "Did you two even come up for air on the ride back?""Shut up," I said, but I was smiling.Theron came down the steps first, pulling me into a hug. "Welcome home. Both of you.""Both of us," I repeated, liking how that sounded."We need to plan the mating ceremony," Corin said as we walked inside. "The formal one. For the pack and territory.""Oh goddess," I groaned. "Can't we just skip that part? We're already mated.""Absolutely not," Theron said firmly. "You're a Wynter, this nee

Beatrice POV"Hold still," Corin said, adjusting the dress one more time."I am holding still," I protested. "You're the one who keeps fussing with it.""Because it needs to be perfect," Corin said, stepping back to look at me. His eyes went soft. "You look just like her.""Mother," I said quietly, looking down at the ivory silk. The wedding dress fit like it had been made for me, embroidery catching the light along the bodice and sleeves."She would be so proud," Corin said, his voice thick. "To see you like this. Happy in love. Getting the life you deserve.""Stop," I said, feeling tears threaten. "You're going to make me cry and ruin my face before tomorrow.""Sorry," Corin said, but he was smiling. He came closer, adjusting the necklace at my throat. Mother's crescent moon pendant that they'd given me months ago. "There. Perfect."I touched the pendant, feeling its familiar weight. "I'm terrified.""That's normal," Corin said gently. "Every bride is nervous.""What if I mess up th

Beatrice POV"Stop fidgeting," Liora said, adjusting my hair for the third time."I can't help it," I said, looking at myself in the mirror. The wedding dress fit perfectly, Mother's necklace gleaming at my throat. "What if I trip? What if I forget the vows?""You won't," Liora said firmly. "And even if you did, Darius wouldn't care. He'd probably think it was adorable.""Nothing about tripping in front of hundreds of people is adorable," I muttered.A knock on the door made us both turn. Theron stood in the doorway, dressed in formal black with embroidery. He looked every inch the Lord Alpha. "It's time," he said softly.My stomach flipped. "Already?""Already," Theron confirmed as he looked at Liora. "Can you give us a moment?""Of course," Liora said, squeezing my hand before leaving. As she passed Theron in the doorway, their hands brushed and they both paused for a heartbeat before she slipped out.Theron came into the room, and his expression softened when he looked at me. "You

Darius pov I started moving—long, deep rolls of my hips that dragged my cock along every sensitive place inside her. Her legs hooked around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me harder. Every thrust pulled fresh moans from her throat—soft at first, then louder, needier. The bond between us flared bright, letting me feel exactly what she felt, doubling every sensation until I was drowning in her.Then she pushed at my chest. “My turn.”Before I could blink she flipped us. I landed on my back with a grunt, cock never leaving her heat. Beatrice straddled me, hands braced on my pecs, and started to ride.Slow at first—grinding circles that made me see stars. Then she lifted and dropped, taking me deeper each time, her breasts bouncing with every movement. I couldn’t look away. She was gorgeous like this—hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kisses.My hands found her breasts, cupping their soft weight, thumbs brushing over tight nipples. She moaned louder when I pinche