Extra Long Chapter, I know. I just couldn't cut it anywhere, I didn't want to.Should I have?Q: What's your idea of a perfect proposal?
"I want to see Y, today!" declared a very determined Iris to her astonished mate. Yesterday had been a very long day. And the night seemed longer. But when Iris woke up the next morning, she felt cocooned in a fresh warm feeling. The feeling of walking on clouds and being accepted, having a family and a place to call home, knowing you are loved and can finally look ahead at the future and plan for it. It was an exhilarating set of emotions and Iris felt high on them. It was like a thousand light bulbs were turned on simultaneously and chased the darkness away from her. The events of the past night were still fresh in her mind. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to forget. Iris remembered feeling tense and like having to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, but then Dom had taken it all away. He had given her privacy and intimacy and a magical night. The proposal was so natural and heartfelt that it made her cry then and there. Later, Dom told her about announcing the e
Dom found his mate curled up into a small sobbing ball in the corner of the very tunnel he didn't want her to go near. But instead of entering, she collapsed on the corner before letting out all her emotions. He slowly approached her to avoid startling her. Within safe distance, he slowly called out to her. Calling her name softly to get her attention and when he did, her reaction shocked him and made him even angrier at the starving werewolf he had left in the cell. Iris looked at who had followed her and seeing it was Dom she screamed at him to 'Stay away!' Her reaction confused him. Why won't she let him help her and calm her down? Didn't she want to get out of the stinking dungeons? Why wasn't she allowing him, her mate, and her fiancé to aid her? But he was a persistent man and he needed his mate to be safe and mentally healthy. He needed to know if she would be alright or if a serious psychiatrist's help was required. So he got closer to her, to which she reacted by scooting a
"I was bitten by a werewolf!" Iris confessed. Confused, Dom asked, "Wait. So how are you alive? Werewolf bites are lethal. The venom is fatal, even in the tiniest amount." Iris smiled at him sadly, Iris smiled at him sadly, "Everything in nature has an antidote, Dom. Nothing is made without its counter." "So what is a wolf's bite's counter? How was a wolf born inside you? I have never seen or heard of anything of this sort in my entire life of two millennia!" Dom asked curiously. "You are double my age?" Iris exclaimed. Dom gave her an exasperated look, "That is what you gathered?" Dom gave her an exasperated look. She gave a breath of an almost laugh and Dom's eyes softened. "I am glad you are feeling better." Iris looked down, almost guiltily. Dom quickly made her look up with a tender finger pushing her chin up to meet his eyes. "Hey! It's okay. Your reaction was justified. Given what you have been through, no one is going to blame you. Stop feeling bad about anything. I am h
Iris couldn't breathe. This difficulty with breathing was the thing that woke her up. She felt like a huge weight had been put to pressurize her chest and inhibit her breathing. It was too much and she was suffocating. She opened her eyes to the glistening skin of a man in morning sunlight filtering through the wall-sized glass window. That is when the familiar intoxicating scent hit her. Yesterday's events that led her to sleep in Dom's bed, wrapped in his arms, ran through her head. After everything that happened, it was the current circumstances that made heat rise to her cheeks. That is when she realized it was his buff arm wrapped around her that was making it hard for her to breathe. For a second, till realization, the view was so naughtily mesmerizing, that she forgot to breathe and fantasized about waking up to this scenery every day. She tried to move his arm or at least shift a bit so she could breathe. She decided to lie in bed, enveloped in her mate's scent and strong pr
Iris found herself holding a fancy golden card that a pretty little girl of possibly ten had randomly given her. It read, 'Noon, today, East wing gates. Wear something comfortable. Don't be late!' '~Only Yours, Dom.' And that is how Iris found herself wearing a lovely light green flowy silk dress with palm trees printed on it, a low-cut neckline, and off-shoulder bows. She matched a pair of comfortable green sandals that complemented her sea-green nail polish. She wore tear-drop earrings and tied her hair in a loose comfortable braid that barely made it to her shoulders because of the new haircut she had had before her engagement. She stood waiting before twelve sharp at the assigned gate proudly showing off her shining engagement ring and some natural makeup that focused the gaze of observers on her plump lips. Cue exact noon and a Lamborghini Huracán stopped right in front of her and the driver's window rolled down to reveal her gorgeous mate, in a beach shirt with the upper few
The blissful weekend had resumed after a delicious lunch. Iris was simply feeling euphoric at the new-found freedom. The weather was mild, perfect for a barefoot walk on not-so-hot-sand along the beach. They walked slowly as Iris closed her eyes when the cool brine reached her ankles. Dom stood watching his mate, he couldn't help himself but stand bewitched by his lovely mate. Every time he looked at her, the need to save her from her evil brother increased. He knew that he was ready to go to war for this woman, whom he was once ready to reject without knowing. That guilt still stung his heart, but he didn't let it ruin the perfect moment. The cool sea breeze teased them as they felt rejuvenated by the change of pace of the recent days. Iris had a soft smile on her lips as Dom went behind her and wrapped her in his muscular arms. They both sighed in the bliss of the moment, needing to stay there for eternity. Finally, Dom nudged her towards the beach where a blanket had been laid fo
"Hello, Alfonso! Did you really believe you had won?" Waai mocked in the video playing on the Android screen. The moment they had brought magically asleep Iris, back into the castle and rested her peacefully in Dom's chambers, he made a beeline to Y's dungeon, only to find a smartphone nestled on a bloody velvet cushion where starving Y was supposed to be. It was this android that had been playing the current video for the past hour as Dom clenched and unclenched his fists, exhaling smoke through his human nostrils and on the thin line of crossing the limit of control. The facts were clear, Y had escaped, and he had inside help, so that meant they had traitors in their midst. How had such important things escaped him or any of his men? The castle was a fortified place of security and protection that they had all called home for so long. How did a werewolf plant spies in here? How did they survive without anyone noticing and for how long? The arrogantly smiling face of Y in the video
The majestic dragon flew marvelously above the clouds, out of sight of ground dwellers, over the lakes and rivers, villages and cities, plains and fields, hills and mountains. Dom hadn't stopped to rest even once, since he had left his castle yesterday after giving the order about Immunity protocol. He was getting tired but his rage and need for a solution hadn't subsided. The weather was rainy most of the day, so it was a safe journey. Dom flapped his magnificent wings and flew ahead towards the mountains hidden in the ranges. His anger was a little in control, but the feeling of his unconscious mate in his arms and her look as she lay limp on his bed was still haunting him. That was not how he wanted her in his bed when they had discussed her staying in the morning. He had a plan. He just wasn't sure if it was going to work. He desperately needed it to work through. His life, his Iris' life, and their life together depended on him succeeding. He flew until his wings ached, but kep