Page 137 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

Finn looks at me amused. “Look at you, using my own words against me.”

I snuggle into his arms, feeling his warmth and love through our bond engulfing me and covering me up like a warm cozy blanket. I can still feel the underlying fear of the lingering threat and the meaning of the prophecy. There are so many things I have yet to grasp fully, but at least I know I have my mate with me through it all.

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Enemies to Friends

*FINN*

I’vemadesurenotto leave Freya alone for the last few hours and held her close to me at night. I can feel the fear and anxiety rolling off her through the bond, though it is a little less now. I wish I could take it all off her shoulders. She had such a hard life growing up, and now she has something to worry about yet again.

Although I can’t take the fear away from her and won’t be able to take her place in the prophecy, I’ll support her through it all.

We woke up after a relatively short night, both of us too nervous to sleep for long, but the hours in her arms did help me to relax a bit. The mate bond is a miracle if one allows it to happen. We didn’t have sex last night; Freya just wanted me to hold her and be there for her, and all my more primal feelings were forgotten.

Now that we are up and in the shower, though, she suddenly snuggles against me, and I’m eager to comply. A quickie before breakfast with my hot mate? Who could say no? I press her against the shower wall, her back turned to me, while I fuck her from behind. It’s the first time she gives herself to me in that position, and fuck; it’s sexy. Her moans echo through the room, and the water enhances the sound of my flesh hitting against hers.

I don’t tease her this time; I make her cum fast before emptying my seed in her. One day she’ll carry my pups, and that thought alone excites me. Freya turns around again, wrapping her arms around me while I shower us clean. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Having you inside me just feels amazing.”

Even Max has to growl at her comment. Does she even know what she is saying? How am I ever going to leave this shower?

There is no helping it, though. We need to get ready and meet our allies today. As much as I wish I could spend the whole day in my mate’s arms, it’s not an option.

“After all of this is over,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll make sure to spend as much time with you as possible.”

She flashes me a warm smile. “I hope so.” Her body looks ethereal, covered with water now, and I can barely pull my eyes away from her while she towels herself dry. We dress in silence, but it’s not an awkward one. We both bask in the feeling of being so close to each other.

I have no idea how we manage to do it, but we arrive at breakfast just in time. To my surprise, the twins are here already, both pairs of them, and Marcel too.

“We’re ready, bro.” Anthony smiles.

Henry nods. “Mom and Dad returned to Emerald Moon so the pack won’t be unprotected. Anthony and I will talk with our warriors today and brief them on what’s going to happen and how we’ll proceed.”

I notice how giddy they both are. It’s their first time taking over such an important task. Jace normally leads his warriors, but this will finally be the boys’ hour to shine. To imagine how our journey began with them as spoiled twins, and now they finally act responsibly and show some ambition. It’s amazing.

Elodie and Elise seem to think similarly. “I can help you,” Elodie offers. “We’ll set the portal up; it will be weird for those who haven’t seen something like that yet, but I can explain it to your warriors.”

“That would be great.” Henry nods.

No snide comments between them at all? Miracles do happen!

“You and Marius will be in charge of the warriors from Moon Blood?” I ask Marcel.

Marcel nods with a smile.

“Do they need us to instruct them on the portal?” Elise asks.

Marcel chuckles. “No, they are perfectly prepared.”

“Right.” Elise grins. “I forgot.”

“What do you mean?” Freya asks curiously.

“Alpha Celine is a hybrid,” I explain to her. “She is half-witch.”

“Actually, it’s more like one-fourth,” Elodie corrects her, “but the gift runs strong in her, and she has some pretty kickass powers.”

Freya nods in awe. “Cool… So she is the one who had the contacts to the coven?”

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