Few minutes later, they reached the castle and Wayne took her straight up to their elevator in his arms. She complained and whined that she could walk and he should stop being such a gentleman. But since she could not read minds like him, she didn’t know he was preventing people from seeing her looking so sexy and alluring.
When they rode up to their quarters, Olive thought about where all the guests they were getting would stay.
“Where are your important guests going to stay during the course of the mating festival?” she asked with furrowed brows as they walked past the fountain. She glanced at the sparkling aquarium and felt delighted at the beautiful fishes and bubbles and lights.
“Don’t you mean our guests? They’re not just my guests, Olive,” Wayne stated and she mouthed an ‘oh’.
“Our guests. My bad. They are our guests,” she corrected herself.
“We have lots of five star hotels in the city for them to lodge. Some of them own villas here. And some are going to stay at the castle’s guest rooms. Some of my Alpha friends from abroad are already lodged in the rooms. But I don’t want you to go through the hassle of going to welcome them or anything. You will meet them at the ritual.”
Olive nodded and yawned.
“Where is Alpha Dante Maximo staying?” she asked.
“His villa,” Wayne answered.
“Oh. That’s good,” she muttered and yawned again. Wayne smirked and opened the door to their bedroom as they had already reached it.
“Straight to bed, cat girl,” he chirped and carried her up bridal style. She giggled and he sped to the bed and dropped her there.
“Gosh, you are fast,” she said with a gasp.
“Shuu. Time for bed. No talking,” he shushed her. Olive rolled her eyes and watched him move down and remove her shoes. He stretched and rubbed her feet each before standing straight up.
“Is there anything you would like to eat before bed? Are you hungry? Do you want a drink?”
“I have had enough alcohol to last me a whole day, thank you,” she replied and he chuckled.
“Time to get rid of that dress. You are never wearing that dress out ever again,” he said and pointed at the dress.
“Which means I can wear it indoors, right? I can keep it, right?” she asked and sat up.
“Wear it for me. With nothing underneath,” he ordered and she raised her brows.
“Noth… nothing. Like… nothing underneath?” she stuttered and he nodded.
“Yes. No bras, no panties. Nothing. Now, pull off the dress while I go get a cup of coffee. For myself of course,” he stated and walked away.
“Too bossy,” she muttered to herself as he reached the door.
“I heard that,” he yelled and walked out of the room.
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Madame Juliette stepped out of her BMW with her dark sunglasses on and her designer purse hanging over her fingers. As she stepped out, her guards immediately surrounded her and they led her into the five star hotel room, shielding her from the paparazzi laden at the entrance who just wanted to bug her with questions.
She was a top fashion designer from France and was a werewolf, unknown to the human world. She had the privilege of being invited to Alpha Wayne Knight’s Mating Ritual and her plan was to just steal the show. She finally entered the hotel room with her daughter and her daughter’s personal bodyguard behind her.
“Gosh, Balendin Pack. Love the air,” she said as her daughter sighed and looked at her bodyguard. She looked at her mother and smiled. She was not the woman’s daughter but Cynthia who had taken up her face. And the bodyguard was Jonas in his real form. But how would the gullible, attention seeker of a mother find out?
“Mother, I would like to take a stroll of Aspen City later. You know it is my first time coming here,” Cynthia said in the loving voice of Veronica, the daughter of Madame Juliette.
“Oh yes, my darling daughter. You must take a tour of this magnificent city. I know this is your first time so I’m going to give you the freedom of going around. There are lots of things to buy and make sure you take as many pictures as you can so those friends of yours can see,” she replied with a sheepish smile that was irritating Cynthia to the core.
“Yes, mother,” she said and turned around to leave. She could not wait to leave the room.
“Have this, my darling. Buy whatever you want. Classy beautiful things only,” Madame Juliette stated and stretched forth her hand. Her credit card was in her fingers and Cynthia chuckled.
“Thank you, Mom,” she appreciated fakely. Hurriedly, she took the card and walked out of the hotel room with the bodyguard before the woman would say something else. As soon as they were out of earshot, she exhaled dramatically.
“Good riddance! I can’t stand that chicken of a woman,” she sniggered as they entered the elevator. Jonas smiled.
“I can’t too,” he simply replied and looked at his reflection. He didn’t like the outfit of a bodyguard he was wearing. He hated suits and formal outfits. He was the rugged dresser, with crazy jeans and whatever was indecent. Wearing a suit that made him look so modest was a punishment to him.
“What do we do now?” he asked as they stepped out of the elevator at the ground floor.
“Like I told my dear mother, we are just going to take a tour around the city. That’s all for now. We need to know how this place works,” she answered and he nodded. They walked and entered into the same car that brought them to the hotel, it drove out to the direction of town.
Few minutes later, they reached the castle and Wayne took her straight up to their elevator in his arms. She complained and whined that she could walk and he should stop being such a gentleman. But since she could not read minds like him, she didn’t know he was preventing people from seeing her looking so sexy and alluring.
When they rode up to their quarters, Olive thought about where all the guests they were getting would stay.
“Where are your important guests going to stay during the course of the mating festival?” she asked with furrowed brows as they walked past the fountain. She glanced at the sparkling aquarium and felt delighted at the beautiful fishes and bubbles and lights.
“Don’t you mean our guests? They’re not just my guests, Olive,” Wayne stated and she mouthed an ‘oh’.
“Our guests. My bad. They are our guests,” she corrected herself.
“We have lots of five star hotels in the city for them to lodge. Some of them own villas here. And some are going to stay at the castle’s guest rooms. Some of my Alpha friends from abroad are already lodged in the rooms. But I don’t want you to go through the hassle of going to welcome them or anything. You will meet them at the ritual.”
Olive nodded and yawned.
“Where is Alpha Dante Maximo staying?” she asked.
“His villa,” Wayne answered.
“Oh. That’s good,” she muttered and yawned again. Wayne smirked and opened the door to their bedroom as they had already reached it.
“Straight to bed, cat girl,” he chirped and carried her up bridal style. She giggled and he sped to the bed and dropped her there.
“Gosh, you are fast,” she said with a gasp.
“Shuu. Time for bed. No talking,” he shushed her. Olive rolled her eyes and watched him move down and remove her shoes. He stretched and rubbed her feet each before standing straight up.
“Is there anything you would like to eat before bed? Are you hungry? Do you want a drink?”
“I have had enough alcohol to last me a whole day, thank you,” she replied and he chuckled.
“Time to get rid of that dress. You are never wearing that dress out ever again,” he said and pointed at the dress.
“Which means I can wear it indoors, right? I can keep it, right?” she asked and sat up.
“Wear it for me. With nothing underneath,” he ordered and she raised her brows.
“Noth… nothing. Like… nothing underneath?” she stuttered and he nodded.
“Yes. No bras, no panties. Nothing. Now, pull off the dress while I go get a cup of coffee. For myself of course,” he stated and walked away.
“Too bossy,” she muttered to herself as he reached the door.
“I heard that,” he yelled and walked out of the room.
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Madame Juliette stepped out of her BMW with her dark sunglasses on and her designer purse hanging over her fingers. As she stepped out, her guards immediately surrounded her and they led her into the five star hotel room, shielding her from the paparazzi laden at the entrance who just wanted to bug her with questions.
She was a top fashion designer from France and was a werewolf, unknown to the human world. She had the privilege of being invited to Alpha Wayne Knight’s Mating Ritual and her plan was to just steal the show. She finally entered the hotel room with her daughter and her daughter’s personal bodyguard behind her.
“Gosh, Balendin Pack. Love the air,” she said as her daughter sighed and looked at her bodyguard. She looked at her mother and smiled. She was not the woman’s daughter but Cynthia who had taken up her face. And the bodyguard was Jonas in his real form. But how would the gullible, attention seeker of a mother find out?
“Mother, I would like to take a stroll of Aspen City later. You know it is my first time coming here,” Cynthia said in the loving voice of Veronica, the daughter of Madame Juliette.
“Oh yes, my darling daughter. You must take a tour of this magnificent city. I know this is your first time so I’m going to give you the freedom of going around. There are lots of things to buy and make sure you take as many pictures as you can so those friends of yours can see,” she replied with a sheepish smile that was irritating Cynthia to the core.
“Yes, mother,” she said and turned around to leave. She could not wait to leave the room.
“Have this, my darling. Buy whatever you want. Classy beautiful things only,” Madame Juliette stated and stretched forth her hand. Her credit card was in her fingers and Cynthia chuckled.
“Thank you, Mom,” she appreciated fakely. Hurriedly, she took the card and walked out of the hotel room with the bodyguard before the woman would say something else. As soon as they were out of earshot, she exhaled dramatically.
“Good riddance! I can’t stand that chicken of a woman,” she sniggered as they entered the elevator. Jonas smiled.
“I can’t too,” he simply replied and looked at his reflection. He didn’t like the outfit of a bodyguard he was wearing. He hated suits and formal outfits. He was the rugged dresser, with crazy jeans and whatever was indecent. Wearing a suit that made him look so modest was a punishment to him.
“What do we do now?” he asked as they stepped out of the elevator at the ground floor.
“Like I told my dear mother, we are just going to take a tour around the city. That’s all for now. We need to know how this place works,” she answered and he nodded. They walked and entered into the same car that brought them to the hotel, it drove out to the direction of town.