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“Where are we going, Xadiel?” Isabella asks from beside me, her tiny strides forcing me to slow down considerably. To any outsider, this must look ridiculous. Three of hers are the equivalent to one of mine, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s adorable how she powerwalks, her cheeks flushed pink, but is still slow. More so when her eyes try to take in everything in our house. Years of artifacts and old paintings and the occasional book; Isabella asks about each one, and I’m only too happy to explain what they are or represent.
She loves the history. Soaks up anything to do our traditions.
I’m thankful she agreed to come home with me and not stay back in Italy.
“It’s a surprise, Little Moon. Patience.”
“Seers are not patient, Werewolf. We literally see the future.”
“Sassy, too?” I can’t help myself and smack her round left arsecheek, the sound reverberating throughout the quiet room. “That’s something I’ll quite enjoy, Isabella. Keep it up.”
Pink blooms across her cheeks, and she looks away while I bite back a chuckle. Right now, we’re heading to the family library where I had a small addition made during our time away. The manor has two libraries: one open to all wolves, and the other is meant for the royals, which is upstairs on the second floor. It’s off the landing, the large double doors accessible through a lock system that few know about. It’s a puzzle arrangement at the center of the left panel. A seamless jigsaw piece you move to the lower middle and then push inward, the audible click releasing the lock.
Her face is priceless when I look over, her pretty mouth making an ‘O’ in surprise. “That was very cool.”
“It is.” Pulling the handle, I make a path for her to pass and step aside. The space isn’t very wide. “After you.”
“How chivalrous.”
“I try my best.” Isabella rolls her eyes but moves to squeeze by, and I click my teeth at her when she does. This makes her squeal, then laugh, and I find the sound to be glorious. Fills my beast and heart with happiness. “Jumpy little thing, aren’t you.”
“I’m going to get you back for that, Alpha.” When she uses the title now, it’s playful and so is the glint in her eyes. Nothing like the cold indifference of a few days ago. “Watch your back.”
I also find this teasing arousing, and my cock jerks behind the zipper of my trousers, pressing hard against the metal teeth. Then again, I find everything she does a sinful taunt. “Are you, now?”
“Yes.” Coy, she looks at me from under her lashes and bites her plump bottom lip. “I am.”
“Will you bite me?”
“No.”
“No?”
“Yes.” At this, I’m confused and give her surprised look. She reaches a hand out to pat my arm, and I never saw it coming. Isabella shocks me and then laughs. The sharp sting hurts—makes me jump. How the fuck?
There’s nothing between her fingers. But then she does it again to show me. It’s her. As if a live current travels through her. She tries a third time and I attack, pinning her arms down and bite her chin, then bottom lip. I take that sassy mouth hard and fast, killing any rebuttal, and when I step back, she’s dazed and smiling.
“I should shock you more often. You get a ten for that kiss.”
“You little—”
“That spell is like beginners 101, Werewolf. Baby witches know it; you should be more alert and know these things as a king.”
“You’re pushing it, Little Moon.”
“Then spank me.” But before I can reply, she’s inside the room and gasps. For a second, I forget our playful banter, worried something is wrong, but calm at the look of total wonder on her face. Isabella stand in the middle of the room with her eyes bouncing back and forth, taking everything in.
Books. Art. Artifact. Weapons.
She enjoys and appreciates these things. I took notice of this back in Italy—her bedroom, to be precise. There were stacks upon stacks of literature: some academic and pertaining to her species, while others were in Latin and on mythology, which piqued my own interest.
Another pile, the largest, was of romance novels.
Each wall was full to the brim of artwork. Unique pieces and some I didn’t understand, but they mean something to her.
“This room has belonged to the Evergreen royals for generations,” I say, voice low as I step in behind her and wrap an arm around her waist. One tug and she’s against me, no space between us while I lower my mouth to her ear. “It’s yours now. My first mating gift to you.”
