His Robe For Mine Novels & Stories

The robe would have been perfect—understated yet exquisite, exactly the sort of thing Alexander would appreciate. "Surely you could make an exception for the Beta's daughter?" Mother pressed. "I sincerely apologize," the manager replied firmly. "The client specifically requested it be held until collection." After trying several more options, I settled on a dazzling white ceremonial robe with protective runes. It wasn't subtle, but it would certainly draw attention. "White is traditionally worn by newly marked mates," the manager cautioned gently. "Perfect," I smiled, examining my reflection. "Let them think what they will."

"So let's just save everything till later. I don't know why the Elders Council is taking so long to arrive at a decision." I didn't notice at that moment that Romeo and Ricardo exchanged a gaze because I was lost in my thoughts. I definitely didn't want the entire pack to know that their alpha was possibly cuckolded just after his mating ceremony. "Fine... Now you all should get out of my study," I pointed at the door. My brothers except Roberto smiled, seemingly satisfied at my decision. "I already picked out a cloth for you," Ricardo revealed a robe I never knew he was holding earlier. It was a beautiful sight to behold with those fancy gold designs plated on the blue robe.

"Hmm, as you think. This is a phoenix cloak." "I feel..." Why, does she not want to wear this robe? "I can't wear that cloak of pride." And with an innocent expression she shook her head. "Why? Do you want me to put this robe on you?" my offer made Aphrodite fall backwards. "I'll use it myself. Even if I don't know how to use it, I'll ask Robert and the others." She took the Phoenix gown and robe from my hand, then she wanted to walk away.

a thick white robe that spilled to the floor. I'd recognize this robe anywhere. It was created for the queen...for the first luna...but my whore of a mother never used it because she didn't like the pureness of the color. She preferred a red robe just like my father's. That was exactly the reason why I had never worn the king's robe. It was tainted with her distasteful memory. Hiking my sight up to the owner's face, I found my fake wife already looking at me with a serene expression of contentment. Despite my better judgment, I admitted she looked stunning.

"I just realized I haven't shown you around outside yet." "Outside?" I raised an eyebrow. "You mean... now?" "Why not?" He shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. "We're naked, Mr. Knight," I pointed out, gesturing at our distinct lack of clothing. He laughed as he walked to a closet, pulling out two plush robes. "Problem solved." He tossed one to me, white, soft, and clearly expensive, before slipping into his own navy one. I wrapped the robe around myself and tied it securely. It smelled like him, an expensive cologne with hints of sandalwood.

“I have money, and I work my ass off to earn what I use to buy these for you so that you can get out of that hideous robe. And these are a necessity, aren’t they?” She barked out laughing. She just laughed out loud. “Did I say something funny?” “I gotta go. Try these on, Ken. Don’t let my effort go to waste.” Lud walked out of the room, leaving us alone. Kennedy was still shaking as she wiped her tears. “Kennedy?” “You just said that my robe is hideous. You should have said that earlier.” “I don’t want to embarrass you more.” I smiled. “I’ll return these to you as soon as I get my things back.”

"Well, he won't be able to attend. I'll go in his place." Their eyes widened, and they exchanged very surprised glances as though I had just spoken the abominable. When they looked back at me, I quickly met their gaze with authority that was unflinching. Then I firmly shot the door on their faces. "Silly asses," I muttered as I crossed the room and headed to my wardrobe. I pulled out a majestic crimson robe that was lined with gold embroidery. It was perfect, as it announced both my sensuality and my claim to power. I smoothed a layer of glossy red across my lips at the mirror, accentuating the fullness that Jayden had worshiped only minutes ago.

as I untied my robe and gave it to him, knowing that he was going to change as well in order to flex those muscles of his. "You were wearing my training robe!" He exclaimed. I chuckled. "Yes, it's a booster."

He then grabbed a gown which I had no clue was even there and passes it to me without turning around. "Wear it so long while I run the water." He said. I looked at him confused. So why could I really not just be in my underwear at least. Because you can't wear artificial clothes like that. Your robe is completely made from silk which is natural. So, for now, just listen to my instructions. Now he was in my head. He began to open the taps and then turned to look at me. He smirked quickly and then pulled his shirt over his upper body and threw it out the door.

"This robe? It’s a target. It’s loud. It’s soft. In this box, soft gets you killed." He reached into one of the crates and tossed a bundle of dark, scratchy wool at my feet. "Put that on. Cover your head. From this moment until we touch soil, you are a ghost." I stared at the rough, peasant-style cloak. "I am not wearing…" "Then freeze," he said simply, turning his back on me to check on the children.