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One by one, the rest of her mates return as I sit there with the washcloth, cleaning off my daughter’s exposed skin. Not a single mate questions as to why Klaus is still his beast with her sleeping on him. She felt better with her first litter with them sleeping as their beast; apparently, it’s no different right now. We’ll have to watch and wait to see what happens over the next few days, butthe drinking of blood concerns me. I’ll have to ask them later why that is and why that was his first instinct. For now, I’ll just tend to my daughter, making sure that all her needs are taken care of while the boys go and clean up.

It'sabout midnight before Aurora awakens again, completely refreshed, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, sitting there petting Klaus's beast as if he's a puppy. I guess to her, he is her puppy. Either way, he's enjoying the affection.

"Well, that went better than expected," Dominik says as he comes into the room. He heads straight to the refrigerator and starts grabbing out cold beers and a cold pomegranate juice for Aurora. He brings the juice over to Aurora and also hands her the beer for Klaus. She raises an eyebrow looking at Klaus, and then shakes her head slowly.

"Are you going to shift back, my love, or are you going to try to lick the beer bottle?" she asks as she taunts his beast with the beer. Carefully under her, Klaus shifts back to his human form and then smirks at her.

“I would rather have licked the beer off of you than to drink it out of the bottle, to be honest." Aurora just rolls her eyes at Klaus, and she leans back against him again, drinking her juice slowly.

Dimitri comes back in with some fried chicken and sweet potato french fries with coleslaw. Aurora's eyebrows shoot straight up as her nose twitches, smelling the food that's coming her way. Dimitri offers Aurora the plate and she takes it and kisses him gently. "Thank you, babe." she says, then starts scarfing down the food in front of her.

Sweet potato fries and some pieces of chicken get shoved into Klaus's mouth when he's least expecting it. We watch this comedy going on because he never knows when she's about to feed him. I would have to say it's an eighty-twenty split, eighty percent of the food going to Aurora, the other twenty percent randomly getting shoved in Klaus's mouth. Either way, they're both eating.

Arnulf comes in with several of his people, all raiding the kitchen looking for something to eat. Aurora starts to giggle as she notices that Arnulf had split the back of his pants somehow. With the occasional step, all you see is his ass crack. Then cheek then crack, then cheek then crack. She's in a massive giggle fit to the point Klaus has to take the plate away from her before she ends up wearing it all. We can't help but laugh, too, at her reaction to what she's seeing.

Arnulf realizes his pants are destroyed. His hands go to cover his ass as he runs out of the room. Aurora winks at us and follows him out of the room; I wonder what exactly my daughter is up to.

CHAPTER 133

Arnulf

As I hurriedly traverse throughthe house, a surge of embarrassment floods over me, heightened by the realization that my companions had allowed me to walk around unaware of the state of my attire. The sensation of mortification prickles at my skin, mingling with the frustration of the situation.

Each step I take is accompanied by a sense of discomfort, the fabric of my torn pants chafing against my skin with every movement. The jagged edges of the tear catch on stray threads, adding to the disheveled appearance of my clothing.

Despite the reassurance that my bond mates have seen me in various states of undress before, the prospect of facing my mate in such a state sends a pang of insecurity coursing through me. I know that Aurora holds no judgment towards me, yet the thought of appearing unkempt in her presence gnaws at my confidence.

As I strip off the offending jeans, a wave of relief washes over me, the fabric feeling constricting and uncomfortable against my skin. With a frustrated sigh, I toss them into the garbage can, eager to be rid of them once and for all.

Turning back to my closet, I rummage through the assortment of clothes, searching for something more suitable.Each garment holds a distinct texture and scent, triggering memories and associations with its wearer.

Jayce’s sense of style is impeccable, his clothes exuding confidence and sophistication. Dom, on the other hand, favors a more rugged aesthetic, his attire reflecting his rebellious nature and edgy allure.

Dimitri’s wardrobe is practical and utilitarian, his clothing designed for functionality above all else. Alaric, with his regal bearing, dresses with an air of elegance and refinement, his garments befitting of his royal status.

And then there’s Klaus, whose flawless appearance seems effortless in any attire, his handsome features complemented by his impeccable fashion sense.

As I sift through the array of clothing, I can’t help but envy the ease with which each of them carries themselves, their outfits serving as an extension of their personalities and individuality.

Here I am, the mate that’s built the lightest out of everybody. I don’t have the muscles that the bear and the dragon have or the wolves’ definition. I just have a very fit build, light definition, light on the muscles. Light on everything as far as I’m concerned. I’m so lost in my own inner monologue that I don’t notice until I turn around that my mate is standing there watching me.

“I’m sorry I came home with my clothes destroyed,” I say softly as I lower my eyes, ashamed of the way I had looked earlier.

Aurora steps into my closet and wraps her arms around my waist, and lays her head on my shoulder. “My love, you can walk around this house buck naked, and you’d still be perfect to me.” She slowly lifts her head and kisses my chest, my neck, and then my jaw. I can’t help but make that whistling noise that my Eagle makes when he’s excited. He’s practically preening in the back of my head that our mate called us perfect.

As Aurora steps back, the air seems to crackle with anticipation, a charged atmosphere enveloping us both. My senses heighten, acutely aware of her presence and the subtle shifts in her demeanor.

I feel her gaze lingering on me, her eyes scanning my form with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. The touch of her fingers against my skin sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a primal urge deep within.

Her touch is gentle yet electrifying, trailing a path from my pecs down to my abdomen, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. I can’t help but tense as her fingers hover near my hips, a nervous energy coursing through me.

Then, without warning, she strikes, her hands darting out to seize me at my most vulnerable spot. The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of ticklishness flooding my senses and causing me to gasp for breath.

I collapse to the floor, my body convulsing with laughter as I struggle to protect myself from her relentless assault. Each touch sends waves of sensation rippling through me, overwhelming my senses and leaving me helpless in her grasp.

In that moment, all I can do is surrender to the onslaught, my laughter mingling with the sounds of the night as Aurora’s mischievous laughter fills the air around us.

I’m more concerned about accidentally striking out and harming her and the babies then I am about my own body sustaining damage. I roll onto my back and try to shove her lightly just to keep her hands from those horrible tickle zones.

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