Chapter 87 Take Her Home
Aelira’s POV
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Mary’s words resonate in my mind like a relentless beat. A crush on a she–wolf? For more than a
decade? This revelation shouldn’t have impacted me so deeply, yet my wolf stirs restlessly beneath my
skin, anxious about this new development.
“Here you are!” Oriana’s cheerful voice cuts through my thoughts as she returns with two glasses filled
with moonberry punch. She hands me one and hesitates, observing my face. “What were you two discussing? You seem troubled.”
I take a small sip of the sweet and tart drink before responding. “Mary just revealed that Daelor has
been holding onto a moon–bonded she–wolf for over ten years.”
“A moon–bond?” Oriana’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “That’s significant. It’s not exactly a mate bond,
but definitely more than a casual fling.”
“I understand,” I reply, my hand instinctively moving to my slightly rounded belly. “I wonder who she
might be.”
Oriana surveys the room thoughtfully, her eyes finally landing on Sandra Leyric, who is engaged in
lively conversation with several prominent werewolves.
“Maybe it’s Sandra Leyric?” she suggests, gesturing toward the graceful she–wolf. “She certainly has the lineage and status that would suit an Alpha King. Did you notice how she looked at him earlier?”
I follow her gaze and take in Sandra’s confident demeanor and the way she commands attention from those around her. She embodies everything I am not–composed, influential, with an esteemed
bloodline.
“You might be right,” I concede, suppressing the odd pang I feel at the implication. “She would indeed be a more fitting match than…” I trail off, unable to complete my thought.
“Thank you?” Oriana finishes candidly. “That’s absurd.”
“Is it?” I query softly. “Look at her, Oriana. And look at me–pregnant with another wolf’s child, amid a
mate bond separation.”
“Well,” Oriana shrugs, “it shouldn’t concern you anyway, right? Since your relationship with Daelor is
merely a façade.”
“I
“Exactly,” I agree quickly, perhaps a bit too hastily. “It doesn’t matter whatsoever.”
My wolf disagrees, whimpering softly within, but I firmly suppress that reaction. I have no grounds to
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A few hours later, the bidding meeting wraps up successfully. I breathe a sigh of relief as Daelor
secures several critical contracts, though he appears unsurprised by the results. After we bid farewell
to Dr. Leyric and deliberately steer clear of Sandra, we make our way to his luxurious SUV.
“That went smoothly,” Oriana remarks as we drive away from the venue. “I managed to establish at
least six potential business contacts for my neutral zone trade management.”
I offer a tired smile. “I’m glad one of us achieved something tonight.”
“You played your role,” Daelor says from the driver’s seat, his deep voice resonating. “Your presence effectively deterred more matchmaking attempts than you realize.”
Despite the evening’s success, fatigue bears down on me. Pregnancy is taking its toll, my wolf is clamoring for rest after the stress and excitement of the event. The gentle hum of the engine and the
plush leather seats are making it increasingly difficult to stay awake.
“Are you alright?” I hear Oriana’s distant voice, laced with concern.
“I’m just tired,” I manage to mumble before darkness envelops me entirely.
I have a vague sense of being lifted, enveloped by the fragrance of pine and the night. Strong arms
wrap around me, pressing me securely against a warm chest. I experience a sense of safety and protection. My wolf lets out a contented sigh as I sink further into slumber.
Suddenly, I find myself awakening to sunlight flooding through unfamiliar windows. I blink in bewilderment, taking in my surroundings. The room is spacious and stefully decorated, with silver- infused sheets that carry an unmistakable Alpha scent, one I instantly identify as Daelor’s.
I spring up in alarm, my heart racing. I am in Daelor’s bed! To my relief, I discover that I still wear the evening gown from the night before, though it is wrinkled beyond saving. What transpired? How did I
end up in this place?
Panicking, I scan the room and notice neatly folded clothes on a nearby chair and new toiletries laid out on a side table, all exuding the soft moon sage scent preferred by high–ranking werewolves. The thoughtfulness of the gesture takes me by surprise.
Before I can gather my thoughts, the door swings open and Daelor steps in, balancing a breakfast tray. His strong figure fills the doorway, and his silver–gray eyes quickly find mine.
“You’re awake,” he remarks simply while placing the tray on the bedside table. “I figured you might be
hungry.”
The tray brims with foods meticulously chosen for a pregnant she–wolf: moon–poached eggs
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glistening with their unique silver sheen, silver pine toast known for its health benefits, and a tall glass of moonberry juice packed with vitamins essential for growing pups.
“What happened to bring me here?” I inquire awkwardly, attempting to smooth the wrinkles of my dress and tame my undoubtedly tousled hair. I feel vulnerable, exposed in a manner unrelated to my clothing.
“You fell asleep in the car,” he clarifies, those silver–gray eyes studying me with an inscrutable expression. “I didn’t want to wake you. You needed sleep.”
“But where did you sleep?” I glance around anxiously, searching for signs that he had been in the bed with me.
“I have guest rooms,” he replies with a slight smile that sends my heart racing. “Eat before it gets cold.”
Despite my awkwardness, my pregnant wolf demands sustenance. I gratefully accept the tray and relish the first bite of the expertly cooked eggs.
“This is wonderful,” I confess. “Thank you.”
Daelor settles into a chair beside the bed, observing me with quiet satisfaction as I eat. “How are you
feeling today?”
“Better,” I reply honestly. “I didn’t realize how exhausted I was.”
“Pregnancy demands more rest than you might anticipate,” he notes. “Especially when carrying an
Alpha’s pup.”
His straightforward acceptance of my condition consistently takes me aback. Alarion never displayed such understanding or consideration for my needs.
“I apologize for the trouble,” I say, feeling compelled to express regret. “I don’t usually fall asleep like
that.”
Daelor shakes his head. “It was no trouble at all.”
We share a comfortable silence while we eat until a confident knock at the door disrupts us: Without
waiting for an invitation, Dr. Nyven Leyric saunters in, embodying the casual familiarity of an old
friend.
“So, Alpha King,” he jests, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “you didn’t bring a she–wolf home, did you? Your grandmother would be ecstatic!”
As I step into the bedroom from the doorway, still clad in my wrinkled evening gown, Dr. Leyric halts
mid–stride. His carefree smile vanishes, replaced by a look of astonished disbelief that might have
been humorous in another situation.
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“Well, well,” he quickly regains his composure, his eyes flitting between the two of us, “It seems I have
impeccable timing as usual.”
Embarrassment floods my cheeks. I can only speculate on his thoughts. “It’s not what you think,” I rush to clarify, my voice pitched higher than normal. “I dozed off in the car, and Daelor brought me inside instead of leaving me in the vehicle all night.”
Dr. Leyric’s astonishment shifts into a sly grin that makes me want to disappear. “So he carried you, huh?” His eyes twinkle with mischief. “How gallant of our Alpha King.”
Daelor emits a low growl, a warning without true menace. “Nyven.”
That one word holds enough authority to send a chill down my spine, but Dr. Leyric merely broadens his smile. He clearly knows Daelor well enough not to be intimidated.
“What?” Dr. Leyric innocently raises his hands. “I’m simply recognizing your gentlemanly conduct. Although I must say, Daelor, I’ve never seen you so… attentive before.”
My flush intensifies, spreading down to my collarbone. The suggestion in his words is unmistakable, and while I know there’s nothing improper between Daelor and me, the appearance of the situation is
certainly questionable.
“Your timing is horrendous,” Daelor says, shooting a pointed glare at his friend.
Dr. Leyric laughs. “On the contrary, my timing is impeccable. Always.”
Even amidst my embarrassment, there’s an odd sense of comfort. The awkwardness of the moment
cannot quite overshadow the happiness my pregnant wolf experiences, enveloped in the protective
Alpha scent that fills the room.
As Dr. Leyric opens his mouth to continue his relentless teasing, my phone suddenly blares from my purse across the room. I nearly topple the breakfast tray in my rush to grab it, thankful for the
distraction.
The screen shows an unknown caller, and after a moment of uncertainty, I pick up.
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