"Nothing happened?" Sussane exclaimed in disbelief. "I refuse to believe that with the dress I chose for you. Nothing happened but dinner!" Liliana declared. "You must think us to be idiots if you think we are going to believe that," Clara told. "Believe me, girls! The place was amazing, the food was amazing and we danced. That's it." Iris tried to make them believe it. "O so we are supposed to believe that you guys returned after midnight without even a kiss?" Sussane asked. "She does think of us as idiots," Liliana declared. "Guys!" Iris helplessly exclaimed, but these girls were stubborn. And they might've made Iris produce the whole truth if a servant hadn't interrupted them. "Apologies for the disturbance but, Alpha has requested a private audience with Lady Hanson." That announcement made all four girls' eyes pop. Sussane's attitude changed in a blink as she excitedly repeated "Ooh! Private audience!" "And she says nothing happened!" said Clara, then asked Iris, "If noth

"So, what is your idea of a perfect proposal?" Since brunch time, when Clara asked Iris to have a heart-to-heart with her, she'd had so many crying and laughing sessions and Clara had turned out to be the elder sister that Iris never had. She had opened up to someone finally and spoke about her fears and troubles and everything that had burdened her for so long. After some good periods of stress release and outbursts of emotions of all sorts, the conversation had randomly turned this way and Iris found herself imagining if she ever had a chance to get proposed. What would she prefer to be 'The dream' or 'Ideal proposal'? Her answers revolved around something intimate yet classy, something memorable and close to the heart yet like nothing ever before. The conversation soon turned to other unimportant and silly topics that did the job of cheering her up. There were tons of things Iris needed to get off of her chest and Clara had materialized at the perfect time to become the trustee I

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

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

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