Page 175 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
“Great,” I sigh in relief. “I’ve already got us tickets.”
“What would you have done if I had said no?” she says with amusement.
“Probably gifted the tickets to Liam, and then cried into my pillow all night,” I say, hoping to sound as pitiful as possible while looking at her with puppy eyes.
She giggles, and it’s the sweetest sound ever. It’s also the first time I’ve heard her giggle. “Dork,” she admonishes me softly.
“What would you think if we let our wolves out too?” she suggests. “I mean, for our Saturday date. I could show you Moon Blood pack properly.”
“Oh,” I say. “I like that idea. And I know Cyrus is eager to run with you and Danica.”
We’re both smiling, lost in our moment of silent agreement, when reality catches up with us. Reality in the form of Ella, that is. “Hey guys,” she shouts and rushes towards us to hug Celine. “I missed you, Cel,” she says before grinning at me. “Didn’t miss you much, Marius, but hey, it can’t always be perfect.”
“Likewise,” I shoot back. “Can’t Dante keep you occupied for five more minutes?”
“Oh, believe me,” she makes a dismissive gesture with her hand. “We know very well how to occupy each other. He has so much stamina.”
“Goddess,” I groan while Celine laughs. “Forget that I asked.”
Ella grins. “Come, let’s go pick up Annie and drag her to dinner.”
“How is she doing?” Celine asks as we approach the staircase leading up to the alpha suite.
Ella shrugs. “So, So,” she admits. “She always says she is fine. You know Annie, but I think her body is getting really tired now, and the hormones are driving her nuts sometimes.”
“She’s pretty close to going into labor,” I agree. “And she is pregnant with twins. Alpha lycan twins at that. I feel really bad for her sometimes. It must take a huge toll on her body, for sure.”
Ella throws me a surprised glance, making me realize, yet again, what an insensitive ass I was before. I didn’t think I was even saying anything particularly sympathetic just now. Isn’t it normal to be worried about my Luna when she’s struggling with such a difficult pregnancy?
We walk into the suite and are immediately greeted by the sight of a half-naked Liam, while Annie is clad in nothing but his shirt, barely covering her body.
I turn around quickly, groaning from having witnessed both my brother and my sister-in-law half-naked. Not only is it rude to stare at them, but Liam might kill me if I didn’t.
“Oh, fuck!” Ella squeals, covering her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were getting it on? We would have come later instead.”
“It’s not what it looks like,” Liam explains calmly. “We just had a wardrobe malfunction.”
You can look again,Celine links me.She has on some pants now.
I sigh in relief, turning back to Liam and Annie, noticing Annie’s eyes swimming in tears. “It’s my fault,” she admits, her voice a bit hoarse.
“No, it’s not,” Liam says softly.
“I couldn’t bear the scent of my clothes anymore. They were making me feel sick, so Liam had to give me his.” She flushes at the confession, looking miserable. Goodness, I feel sorry for her. Mom always said that the firstborn child to a lycan alpha messes you up during pregnancy, but for Annie it must be worse since she is only a werewolf of omega rank.
Liam pulls her into a hug. “But I love seeing you in my clothes, you know that. It’s a win-win situation.”
“Really?” she asks carefully.
He nods, and apparently, he’s said something right because Annie looks all happy again. Liam takes her hand, leading her toward the elevator. Ella joins them, while Celine and I decide to take the stairs. We meet in the private dining room for dinner, and Annie’s mood perks up a lot. She’s joking with Ella and Aryanna about how glad she will be when she finally holds her babies in her arms.
It feels strange to have Celine join our dinner, but it’s a good kind of strange feeling. I’m finally dating my mate.
The evening has been wonderful, and I’m feeling really content, when Annie pulls me aside. She’s looking around, eyeing the room, before taking a deep breath and turning to me. “Did you know, Celine’s birthday is soon?” she whispers.
“No,” I exclaim.
“I thought not,” she smiles. “Don’t worry. You can’t be expected to know if no one tells you. It’s next month.”
