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he snickered. I shot him a warning glance, though I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. “Just find the robes, Lucas.” We moved deeper into the boutique, sifting through racks filled with ceremonial robes. The fabrics shimmered faintly from the pack magic imbued in their threads. Each garment felt like it carried its own legacy, as if it had been woven with purpose. One robe, in particular, caught my eye—a gleaming white garment adorned with intricate moon-blessed silver threading. I reached out to touch it, warmth instantly blooming against my fingertips.

I might take the robe, perhaps borrow it until I have time to send it back. Before I could move, I saw him dive underwater. The moment he disappeared under the surface, I turned straight to the rock. I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed the robe, discarded my shabby rags, and threw the robe across my naked body. As soon as it fell into my hands, I ran my fingers over it. It felt insanely soft. The crimson robe was as smooth as silk and as airy as cotton, and had little embroidered seams stitched over it. The cloth was slightly gleaming. What a nice robe, and it fitted me well. It was as though a gift from heaven.

She blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill from the sweetness of his words. "We need to go back and you ripped my jeans, my favorite one and the most expensive one too", Laureffaine told him. Acting like all she cared about was her jeans. The few dollars that would cost Lupus nothing to buy. "Whatever you're trying to achieve, is clearly not working", Lupus shrugged his shoulders. "Clothes?, That's what I want", the female warrior rolled her eyes. She picked up her bra and put it on, satisfied with the locking sound she heard from the clasp.

Moreover, the robe was made from the fur of our ancestors and was regarded as precious. I watched as he donned a similar robe, his face devoid of emotion; gone was the man who had gone down on his knees some hours ago and gave me an earth-shattering orgasm with his mouth. And after that made me scream like I didn’t think it was possible. “No matter what happens, you have to promise that you will be safe,” I finally said, giving up on trying to read his mind or forcing him to talk. “Hmmm,” Ronan pulled me into a tight hug.

For the life that was stolen from me. Ryan sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. He didn't say anything. He just sat there while I fell apart. Later that night, James came to my room. I had finally changed out of my wet clothes into a robe someone had left for me. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. "Rose," James said, "I have something for you." He set a folder down on the bed next to me. "What is this?" I asked.

I wore my robe, he handed a beautiful dress to me wearing a smile on his face. “I asked a lady to sew this for someone I would be meeting and I met you so it’s yours now, I hope it fits” He chuckled at the end of his words. “It’s beautiful I’ll try it immediately I’m done bathing myself in the river” I conceded to his words as he helped me tie my robe back on my shoulders, he wore his robe afterward he wore his robe, wrapped his palm around mine and we strolled out together.

I squeezed her hand, and she nodded. "Now, get some rest. I will see you tomorrow around noon. Don't wake me up early," I winked, and she almost ran away from the wardrobe room as if she was holding fire ants inside her panties. I took my bath and decided to wear a silver robe. The robe was beautiful—shimmery silver fabric with soft filigree engravings around the neck and hem. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired the way the robe made my body look sexy and inviting.

I needed to fix it, and not with games or pride, but with the painful, raw truth. After what seemed like forever, I pulled off the wrinkled skirt and the crop top. The clothes Callie had given me suddenly felt like a costume for a part I’d bombed, and slipped into a simple, luxurious silk robe. It was deep indigo, cinched tight at the waist, and even though I told myself it was for comfort, the whisper of silk against my skin was a small, secret piece of armor.

A part of me hoping that he would be gone by the time I exited the bathroom only to fail when I see him still standing there waiting for me. Grant now dressed from head to toe in complete business attire minus the suit jacket. Noticing my quick return does Grant move to hand me a robe. A robe in which I notice is made out of silk. The material a soft rich emerald color all while trimmed with a soft black lace along the edges. A robe in which screamed sexy. Something that was clearly not me and unsure if it ever would be either. But only time would tell if it would. Holding up the robe does Grant offer to hold it open for me as I tentatively move to slip in an arm followed by the other before

I hesitated for a heartbeat, then linked my arm with his. He felt like a fortress. His broad shoulders, the solid weight of him as I leaned into his side—it all felt so familiar, so safe. I thought of the mornings at the Ridge, watching him train with the heavy weights, the way his muscles moved under his skin. “I chose the ritual robes for you,” he said suddenly as we entered the boutique. “What?” I couldn't understand why he was telling me this. Grant wasn't the type to fish for compliments. Then I saw the robes.