Page 259 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“That’s between me and her, My Queen,” he answered, making me huff.

“What happened to Princess?” I asked, making him grin.

He pulled me forward until I was pressed against him.

“You will always be my princess, but you are also my queen now. You rule my body, my heart and my soul.”

“I could get used to that,” I muttered, pulling up on my tip toes so I could kiss him.

“Let’s go. I want to show you the pack grounds. John’s waiting for us outside.”

He took my hand and guided me out of the room. The nurses were smiling at us as we passed, a few letting me know how happy they were that I was better.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Bellarose

We drove out of Crescent Moon, and down the road. We turned when we got to an old, empty building.

“Is this the entrance?” I asked when we got to a small gate right behind it. A couple of guards were standing at either side.

“Yes. The old building is part of it, too, but I want to do something with it eventually and it’ll be better if it’s not inside the pack borders.”

“What are you planning on doing?”

“I’m not sure yet. Could be anything. It used to be a restaurant.”

“Oh! This is the restaurant where Cory got kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped? Seriously?” John asked from the front.

“Yeah.”

We crossed the border of the pack grounds and drove around. Cade pointed to his parents’ temporary home among the rest of the pack. John drove us over to where the first two neighborhoods were already being prepared for construction.Then he dropped us off where the pack house was being built. Cade showed me where the kitchen would be, the dining room, the offices and a small library he wanted.

Once he was done, he walked us away from the foundation of the pack house and onto another slab of foundation.

“What’s this?” I asked.

"This was going to be storage, initially. An industrial-sized kitchen to process the meat we keep for us. Now, I think we’ll put that off until after the pack house and neighborhoods are done and this will be our home.”

“We’re not going to live in the pack house?” I asked, surprised. Most alpha families lived in the main pack houses.

“I want us to have our own space. I was thinking a two-story home of our own. We can connect our house to the pack house with a hall, but this space—” He motioned around us. “—This space will be just for us and our pups. This will be our sanctuary.”

I had no words, so I just hugged him and hoped he could feel the love I had for him through our completed bond.

“I want you to think about what you want it to look like. The layout, the kind of kitchen you want, where you want the living room. All of that over the next few days, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered against his chest.

“Come on. Let me show you where I’ve been working from.” He pulled me behind him to a double wide a couple hundred feet away from the pack house.

The living room was filled with tables. Documents littered every single one of them. One desk in a corner of the room with a computer and printer, completed the room. The small kitchen held a microwave and coffee maker.

“This is where you’ve been living?”

“Mostly. I eat dinner at my parents most nights. My room is over that way,” he motioned with his head to a closed door.

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