Chapter 125
Elowen POV
The second I woke up, I smelled bacon.
That was the only thing strong enough to make me peel my face off Bram’s chest. The man was a furnace with muscles, a living boulder with a pulse. His massive hand was still wrapped tight around my waist like a possessive grizzly, and one of his thighs was hooked over mine. I was pinned.
Ashrian stirred beside me, mumbling in his sleep, while Lachlan snored like a thunderstorm. His arm was slung over both me and Daxon, who, of course, had his death grip on my ankle like I might bolt in the night.
I wriggled free with the grace of a raccoon in a trash can, grabbed a robe, and marched to the dining hall like a woman on a mission.
“FOOD,” I growled when I hit the buffet.
Taya, who was already halfway through a plate stacked with pancakes and sausage, snorted loudly. “You look like you got mauled by four Alphas and liked it.”
“I did. And I do,” I muttered around a mouthful of eggs.
Amaris grinned over her coffee. “You’re glowing like you swallowed a moonbeam.”
“Thanks, babe. That’s what getting pile–drived by your bonded soulmates does.”
Somewhere behind us, Luna Aelira choked on her tea. Taya cackled.
“Mate Ball is tonight, right? We doing something girly? If not, I’m calling a spa day, bitches.”
“Already planned it,” I said, stabbing a sausage link. “Magical spa day. We deserve to be pampered like glittering forest queens.”
Amaris shoved her chair back. “Then what the hell are we waiting for?”
I turned toward our mates. “We’re stealing your women. No take backs.”
Daxon pouted. “Do I get a goodbye kiss, or are you abandoning me forever?”
I strolled over, kissed him soundly, then Ashrian, who murmured, “Don’t be gone long“….then Lachlan, who tucked my hair back and whispered in Gaelic, and finally Bram, who scooped me up and kissed me like the world was ending.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he said against my lips.
“You’re clingy, you know that?”
“Damn right.”
The girls and I linked arms and headed out laughing.
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Chapter 125
The spa wing was tucked into the castle’s southern wing, past the enchanted greenhouse and moonstone hallway. Warm lantern light glowed against stone walls, fountains trickled with eucalyptus–scented water, and harp music hummed softly. Robes fluttered from the ceiling, wrapping around us with magic, tailored to our curves,
Inside the first chamber, Luna Aelira, Luna Nira, and Isolde already lounged in jeweled face masks, sipping sparkling pink drinks.
“Ah, there you are!” Aelira grinned. “Elowen, you need this more than anyone.”
Isolde smirked, her brogue sharp. “Och aye, ye wee lassies had the right idea. Steam, drink, an‘ gemstones tae fix the soul.”
1 sank into a chair. “I need this like the earth needs rain.”
“You need this like a vampire needs blood,” Taya chimed.
“You need this like Jace needs to not talk before coffee,” Amaris added.
We cackled until tears ran down our cheeks.
From massages with fae–heated stones to facials that smelled like starlight and roses, the stress melted out of me. My skin glowed, my hair shimmered, and when I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.
“Damn, I’m hot,” I whispered.
“You’re divine,” Taya corrected.
“You’re the whole damn prophecy,” Amaris said.
Isolde clinked her glass against mine, her grin wicked. “Aye, prophecy or no, ye’re still one of us now. Stronger together, aye?”
We raised our sparkling glasses together.
“To us,” I said. “To witches, wolves, and warriors. To kicking ass in heels and saving the fucking world.”
“HELL YES.”
By the time we strutted out, we felt like goddesses, ready to burn the world down if we had to.
Our mates were waiting just outside the doors like they’d been pacing the halls since we left. Daxon gave me the once over with that wolf hungry look and growled low in his throat.
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