My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. I opened my eyes slowly, wincing as morning light filtered through the curtains and drove spikes straight into my skull.
What the hell did I drink last night?
I was in my own bed, wearing a soft silk nightgown that definitely wasn’t what I’d put on yesterday.
As I turned my head on the pillow, still trying to piece together fragments of memory, I found myself staring directly into a pair of deep blue eyes.
Those eyes looked tired, rimmed with red, but they were watching me with gentle warmth.
“Ah! 1 jerked backward instinctively, my body hitting the headboard.
But then recognition flooded through me, and I relaxed immediately. “Caelan? What are you doing here?
He was lying beside me fully clothed, his dark hair mussed, stubble shadowing his jaw. He looked like he’d been awake all night.
“Good morning, wife.”
I blinked hard, trying to focus through the fog in my brain. Scattered images flickered through my mind – bright stage lights, a microphone in my hand, singing terribly off-key…
“I remember drinking. And then…” My eyes widened in horror. “Oh God, I was at that bar. Did I really get up on stage?”
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “You gave quite a performance.”
“Please tell me I didn’t do anything completely humiliating.” I pressed my palms against my burning cheeks.
“Well,” Caelan shifted closer, his voice taking on a teasing tone, “you did call me your husband in front of the entire bar.
“I did not!”
“You absolutely did. His eyes sparkled with amusement now. “Very loudly and very publicly.”
I buried my face in my hands. “What else did I say? Please tell me that was the worst of it.”
“And then you gave me a very specific title that I have to say I found… enlightening.”
I wanted to disappear into the mattress. “Kill me now.”
Actually, I found it quite informative. His hand moved to cup my cheek. “You also mentioned some very intimate details about our relationship
“Stop” I grabbed his wrist. I can’t handle any more embarrassment right now.”
But he wasn’t done torturing me. “You know, you proved my King of Repression title pretty accurate last night.”
My eyes snapped to his “What do you mean?”
His expression grey muse serious Do you know how how hard it was to be gentleman when you were practically climbing all over
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his
The kiss started suit, sentative, but when he reasoning mediately. I degenek is. My arms wound anound his neck, pulling him closer
His hands found my waist. fingers tangling in the silk of my nicht bewlled me beneath him
He kissed along my jaw and I started working at the buttons of bus svies
He captured my mouth again, this kiss hungrier than the last.
My shirt came off first, followed by his. When he finally moved above me, his eyes locked with mine. The intensity there stole my breath – love and desire and something deeper, more primal.
“I love you,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “I love you so fucking much it scares me.”
“I love you too.”
He moved slowly, watching my face for any sign of discomfort.
“Okay?” he asked, voice strained with the effort of restraint.
“Perfect,” I managed, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
The rhythm we found was gentle, intimate, our foreheads pressed together as we moved. Every thrust sent waves of sensation through me.
“Sable. My name was a broken sound on his lips as he buried his face in my neck. “You feel incredible.”
I couldn’t form words anymore. Could only hold onto him as the tension inside me wound tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending me over the edge with a cry of his name.
He followed moments later.
We lay tangled together afterward, his arms wrapped securely around me as our breathing gradually returned to normal.
“So,” I said eventually, unable to resist teasing him, “still think you deserve that ‘King of Emotional Repression’ title?”
Edward’s POV
“Your Majesty, may I come in?” I pushed open the office door, a stack of reports balanced in my hands.
The sight that greeted me made me pause mid-step. Caelan sat behind his mahogany desk, but he looked nothing like the formidable Lycan King who commanded thirteen territories. His elbow rested on the polished surface, chin propped in his palm, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes had that distant, dreamy quality I’d never seen before.
His right hand moved in lazy circles across the desktop, fingers tracing invisible patterns.
I cleared my throat. “Your Majesty? The northern patrol arrangements require your approval.”
“Mmm.” He nodded absently, but his gaze remained unfocused, that gentle smile never wavering.
I tried again. “The treasury department has submitted their quarterly budget projections.”
Another distracted nod. His finger continued its meandering path across the wood grain.
Something was definitely wrong.
A mischievous thought crossed my mind. If he wasn’t paying attention anyway…
“And then the moon turned purple,” I said in the same serious tone I’d used for the reports. “All the wolves have started dancing the tango.”
“Sounds good.” Caelan’s response came automatically, that dopey smile still fixed on his face.
My eyes widened. He wasn’t even listening.
The stack of papers nearly slipped from my shocked grip.
‘I’ll take my leave then, Your Majesty.” I gathered the documents, still watching him carefully.
“Very well.” He waved me off with the same distracted air.
As I reached the door, I glanced back one final time, Caelan had returned to his previous position, that soft, almost silly smile spreading across his features again.
My Lycan King is almost unrecognizable. What on earth happened to him?
Caelan’s POV
The door clicked shut behind Edward. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, allowing the warmth spreading through my chest to wash over me completely,
Last night played through my mind like a film reel. Sable’s public declaration of love. And this morning… The memory of her soft skin beneath my hands, the sweet sounds she made, the way she whispered my name.
My lips curved upward involuntarily. My adorable wife.
I never imagined love could make someone this happy
I want to give her everything the world, the stars, anything she desires.
A sharp knock shattered my reverie. Edward’s voice carried urgency through the heavy oak. “Your Majesty!”
1 straightened immediately, schooling my features back into their usual mask of authority. “Enter.”
Edward strode in, his expression grim, a manila file clutched in his hands. “We have a significant development.”
“What is it?”
“We finally caught the server from the engagement party.” He placed the file on my desk with deliberate emphasis. “The one who deliberately collided with you.”
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