Green Tunic Link นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It was someone worth fighting for.” I turned my head a little and looked at him over my shoulder. He was so close, so close I could see gold in his eyes. The air between us felt thick. Like we were underwater. “Get dressed” he said suddenly. Voice tight. He handed me the green tunic and walked to the other side. I dressed fast. The tunic was soft wool. Deep forest green. Heavy. Expensive with laces in front. It was the first time, clothes actually fitted me. I didn’t look like a maid. Didn’t look like a prisoner.

I pursed my lips as he wriggled his head. "There's another way we can get our artifacts back." I chirped and he rewarded me with a skeptical look. "I'm listening." He said and a tiny smile crept to my face. "We've known for a long time that Green doesn't have any weaknesses but this time, I found out she has one." "Eren..." He wriggled his head again. "Green has a mate." I said. His jaw dropped as his eyes widened. "Who?" "Zeus." I muttered and claws sharply protruded from his fingers, tearing his couch.

' Sensing my emotions, Alpha Green gently squeezed my hand, before sending the semi-encouraging mindlink. ' And if you have changed your mind, just inform me. There is still a chance to bail out. The Greenland Pack welcomes you. You can sever your ties with the Shadow Wall pack.' We were a few meters from the altar when he linked again, this time, his voice coated with urgency and seriousness and at that point, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. We were already that far, there was clearly no turning back.

That was a first. She was about to speak, when soft footsteps sounded from the stairs, and she decided against it. Looking up, she locked gazes with....him. He was wearing a long tunic that was made of a thick, deep blue wool, embroidered with silver threads along the edges of the sleeves and the hemline. The tunic was belted with a brown leather belt, which had a silver buckle that was intricately designed with the image of a wolf. Underneath the tunic, he wore a simple white shirt, with a wide collar that extended over his shoulders.

"I do hope they are elegant, still?" The shopkeeper nodded. "A newer design-looser-fitting kurzets, often worn with a long tunic. They've been growing in popularity among certain aristocrats who prefer practicality to frills amongst these common folks." A flurry of movement followed as the assistants hurried to the back room, vanishing behind a thick velvet curtain. Moments later, they reappeared, rolling out racks draped in fine fabrics-silks and satins in deep blues, emerald greens, and soft golds. The tunics were embroidered with delicate patterns, their flowing sleeves giving them an ethereal grace. The assistants arranged them carefully, the soft swish of fabric filling the silent room.

By the time they finish, it is time for lunch, and everyone looks like they could use a break. At lunch we see a very happy Thomas and Tula. Tula has a mate mark on her neck. When I look at Thomas, he pulls his shirt down to show me the glowing circle above his heart. The two of them look radiantly happy. Grace gives Tula a hug and she thanks Ailduin again for healing her. In the afternoon, Ailduin wants to see if Grace, Cara and Angel can mind link each other. They all look at each other, frowning before turning back to him.

He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt that is accenting every muscular feature of his torso, and I can only imagine what features his denim jeans would showcase. “You’re safe, I promise,” he says softly reaching up and brushing his thumb against my cheek. Despite the pleasurable sensation it gives me, I instinctively jolt out of the bed I just realised I’m in and try to put some distance between us as I wait for the intense pain to follow… but it doesn’t. I stare at my body in confusion, only now noticing I’m in nothing but my white briefs. I glance at my left wrist and am shocked to find a new link around my wrist, but it’s not like any visum link I’ve ever seen before. Usually, they’re made o

Wilbur finally understood why the people chasing after Tina from earlier were wearing security uniforms from Greensource Corp. "My apologies!"

He groaned low, thrusting into my palm. The tattooed guy, Lucius, came up behind me. His arms wrapped around, yanking at the ties of my tunic. The fabric fell open, baring my breasts to the dim light. Cool air hit my nipples, making them harden instantly. He cupped them, thumbs rubbing over the peaks. 'These are perfect,' he muttered, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.

JULIAN The silk of the unusually heavy ceremonial tunic feels like a funeral shroud. My attendants move around me with practiced, silent efficiency, smoothing the silver-threaded fabric over my shoulders,fingers moving across clasps and fastenings with the focused reverence of people who believe they are dressing a groom for the most sacred night of the pack's ceremonial calendar. One adjusts the collar against my throat. Another smooths the long sleeves down my forearms