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“Nothing… just the day I called you when I was angry… I kind of turned him down,” she whispered, leaning forward so only we could hear her.
“What? He’s fucking twenty-six and is supposed to be your guard,” Rayhan growled.
“Hey, I handled it, and it was my fault, not his. Besides, age is just a number, Rayhan. So I think he’s just hurting, but I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s taking me to the shops tomorrow,” Raihana said, sighing.
“Yeah, probably has a fucking bruised ego,” Chris said, clearly annoyed. “He needs to keep his fucking hands off of you.” I looked at him, smiling, as Raihana seemed to have a faint blush on her bronzed cheek.
“Umm yeah…” she said.
I looked around, thinking how the night had been lovely.
“So, the Blood Moon is soon…” Chris murmured, looking up at the sky.
“Yeah…” Raihana said. No one spoke; the moment was theirs.
Rayhan’s arms tightened around me, and he shamelessly buried his head in my breasts, kissing me softly. I simply ran my fingers through his hair, hugging him tightly.
I hoped Raihana and Chris got their happily ever after too…
Moments of Happiness
Delsanra
The week had gone by in a pleasant blur, and things had been great. Luna Maria had had a word with me and apologised once again. She knew some of what I had gone through and said she knew that even werewolves could be monsters and that she hoped I would get justice soon. I hoped so because I wanted to bury all my skeletons from the past and start afresh.
Rayhan was perfect in every way. In the mornings, he’d wake up and head to training before returning and spending some time with me so we could have breakfast together and part ways again. I knew he was working hard on tracking the witch hunter group.
I was told to focus on my studies, and Papa Raf himself was helping me with the core subjects when he realised that I felt uncomfortable with a tutor. I mean, I was nineteen and doing children’s work… but Papa Raf never once treated me like a child or anything. We’d sit together in the lounge, and sometimes he’d Google something when he couldn’t remember what the answer was, which would make me smile. I wasn’t sure if he actually couldn’t, but either way, it was nice when he complained that studies seemed hard.
The morning was spent studying until lunch, but around ten, Maria would come by and drop us some snacks. I actually loved that part; there were always hot drinks and freshly baked goodies! And yum yums! Sometimes she’d spend a little time with us; other times, she’d go about her duties.
Raihana was at Uni some days, and she was super busy, but I also knew the stress of the upcoming ball was weighing down upon her. But in all, it was great.
“Oh, cinnamon rolls. Thank you, my dove,” Papa Raf said when Maria placed the tray down. He took her hand and kissed it gently.
“I made those and the yum yums,” she said, smiling at us.
“You are indeed the queen of baking,” Papa Raf praised as she took a seat next to him. “When you bake anyway, the days are far and few.” I smiled, a queen of making yum yums… especially my king yum yum. I suppressed a giggle at that thought. I missed him… I hadn’t seen him since the morning.
“Well, I know the chef’s bakes are a lot better,” Maria said gracefully. “The preparations for the mating ball are all done, so that’s a bonus.”
“Ah,” Papa Raf said with a small smile. “Is it evil of me that I’m hoping Raihana doesn’t find her mate yet?”
“Not at all,” Maria said, amused.
“No, but I hope she does,” I said, smiling.Please let it be Chris.“Papa Raf… does a werewolf have to choose their mates, like what if you love someone enough that you don’t want a mate?”
“That doesn’t actually happen often. However, there are many that don’t work, and rejections do happen. But there was one man who was willing to forsake his mate for his love. Elijah, Kiara’s dad.” I looked at him, picking up a yum yum as he told me the story of how their love had been something no one approved of, how Elijah was ready to defy all odds for his queen.
“Then there’s our story,” Maria added with a small smile. Papa Raf chuckled.
“I don’t think I did good…” he mumbled guiltily. I looked at them curiously.
“Tell me.”
“Well, my father is rather traditional, and well, he said that I could go with my mate once we had married one another,” Maria said, blushing slightly. “And I don’t think this Rossi understood that.” Papa Raf smirked.
“Well, when you tell a Rossi to stay away from their mate, it isn’t something we understand,” he said, kissing her cheek softly. She smiled.
