Page 63 of The Alpha Wolf's Bullied Bride

This is a side of Flynn that I rarely get to see. A soft, tender side that has him holding my hand as we walk the rest of the cobblestone path leading to the main house in human form. The side that holds the door open for me, and then proceeds to sweep me off my feet quite literally.

“What are you doing?” I giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck. Cradling me bridal-style to his chest, Flynn smirks at me.

“Showing you what it truly means to be the Luna,” he replies, carrying me up the flight of stairs as if I weigh nothing.

When we enter the bedroom, my breath is taken away. Gasping, I take it all in, from the soft, warm flickering lights of the candles lining up the floating shelves, to the rose petals forming a pathway from the bed to the bathroom door.

“Oh, my…” I breathe in absolute awe as he gently sets me on my feet near the foot of the bed. “This is beautiful, Flynn.”

He turns to me, cupping my cheek as he stares deeply into my eyes. “Youare beautiful, Lila,” he says. “My beautiful mate, and the mother of my child.”

He presses a chaste kiss on my lips that has my toes tingling, leaving me to navigate our way to the bathroom on feet that feel like they're floating.

My jaw drops when he pushes the door in to reveal the setup of the readied bathtub filled with steaming water and rose petals floating on the surface. It's like an image captured by a professional photographer and displayed in one of those magazines that humans enjoy reading while they sip wine.

Except, this is real.

Too real.

It's perfect.

“Wow,” I gasp, too stunned to move ahead. With Flynn's gentle coercion when he squeezes my hand, I follow him inside and step onto the rug outside the bathtub.

Words are futile in a moment like this one, and the silence that follows speaks volumes as Flynn helps me undress. Every tender act of his fills my heart with warmth and deepens those feelings he's somehow managed to unearth. Feelings that surfaced thanks to my inner wolf prompting me in the right direction.

Once I'm unclothed, Flynn offers his hand and shows me that chivalry isn't dead after all.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I accept his help stepping into the bathtub. Filled with essential oils to soothe my skin, the water feels heavenly as I slowly sink into it.

“Join me,” I suggest, propping my chin on the side of the tub.

“With pleasure,” he says, immediately peeling off his clothes.

He has no idea that this is the best part. Watching him undress with the tip of my tongue skimming my lips in anticipation. Chiseled perfection from head to toe, I struggle to wrap my head around the fact that he's my mate.

He's mine…

Every delicious inch of him opens the floodgates of my desire. With the sensation of warmth pressed between my thighs, my walls clench around nothing when he steps out of his underwear, revealing his hot manhood that hangs heavy between his thighs.

He joins me in the bathtub, thighs parting as he sits behind me then draws me in. Sighing in contentment, I lay my head back on his shoulder as he begins to lather my shoulders with soap.

“When did you become so nice?” I ask absentmindedly, eyelids drifting closed as he kneads my breasts with soapy hands.

Flynn chuckles lowly at my ear. “Since I realized that I love you.”

My eyelids snap open, and the water splashes out from the side of the bath when I turn abruptly to face him.

“What did you just say…?”

Flynn grins and leans in. “I said I love you, Lila Hargis.”

My heart skips a beat, adding to the tally of the many times Flynn has been responsible for such a feat over the past couple of days. Only this time it's different. It's unlike the innate knowledge of my inner wolf that reminds me that I am his, and he is mine. It's not the inner wolf that commands this feeling.

It's just old me, who once dreamed of hearing him say those words, not compelled by his own inner wolf or the binds of fate that keep us together.

It's real, it's true.

I see that love in his eyes, the way they glow as he stares at me. My eyes gloss over with tears, and I lean in to press a soft kiss on his tender lips.

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