Page 122 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince

“So what?” he says. “You experienced a major loss, and then faced another traumatic truth. And all in such a short time. Besides, if anything, I have been trauma dumping on you my whole life! This here-“ he makes a wide gesture into the room. “Is what I am here for. The amount of drama I unloaded on you can’t even be measured. Yet, you were there for me through it all, and I will be there for you.”

“I am feeling better recently,” I admit. “But I am scared I will feel worse again.”

“It’s a process,” he says quietly. “Don’t pressure yourself, Flora. It’s an up and down, and that’s okay. You are allowed to grieve.”

“I want to be strong for the pack,” I say. “They will need me.”

“But you don’t need to be strong for me,” he says. “You let me cry over my mom as much as I needed to, and I will let you grieve for as long as you need it.”

I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling a lot lighter. “That sounds good,” I say.

He looks at me gently. “It’s what mates are for.”

“It’s 11 PM now,” I say before jumping into Elden’s arms, happy when he catches me. He has had another growth spurt recently and now easily towers over everyone else. My hot alpha with his sexy ass, and his even sexier personality! “Let’s not waste any more time!”

thirty-nine

Midnight

*FLORA*

Ilet Elden use the bathroom first, mainly because I know I will take longer, plus I selfishly prefer for him to wait for me, instead of the other way round. Once I am in the bathroom, I decide to take a swift shower. The water of the shower warms up fast, and I let it wash away the stress of the day.

I am not sure if I will be a good luna or even a good mate, but this is my life, with all its chances that were gifted to me, and I would be a fool not to grasp these opportunities and try to make the best out of them. I know I am weird. I know sometimes people are turned off by how I look, and by the things I say. But being like that has also made me resistant and taught me howto manipulate others into underestimating me, before making a fool out of them.

Elden calls it my own little superpower. I am not sure if it’s a superpower or not, but it certainly can be fun to mess with idiots.

I feel refreshed and clean when I step out of the shower and wrap myself into a towel. I take a moment to look into the mirror. Elden always looks at me as if I am special, although there are so many women who are more beautiful and sexier than I am. For years I felt insecure of my boyish body, the small breasts and my small height, but Elden never treats me like I am just a pretty doll. He always treats me with respect and would punch anyone who wouldn’t.

Our personality makes up for our small height,Celeste says confidentially.

I grin.You are right. Let’s get our man!

I tug the towel away and drop it to the floor, before walking out of the bathroom. Elden has sat down at the edge of the bed, a hint of nervosity on his face when he looks up. He keeps staring at me until I can’t help but grin. “You have seen me naked before, Alpha!”

“Not like that,” he says, his voice husky to my ears.

“Do you like how I look?” I ask.

“Of course! You are stunning,” Elden says. “Why are you asking? You know how much I want you.”

“I think I just wanted to hear it,” I admit. Most of the time, I don’t feel insecure anymore, yet, it’s still nice to hear Elden say it.

“Then, I will make sure to say it every time,” he promises.

“So, why aren’t you naked yet?” I ask in return. “I also want to tell you how hot you are!”

Elden laughs. “You are so weird,” he says while unbuttoning his shirt.

Our little exchange completely breaks the awkwardness. I am not feeling nervous or self-conscious anymore, and the hint of anxiety on Elden’s face has been wiped away, too. I help him get out of his clothes, which proves to be more difficult than expected because he decides this is the right moment to grope my ass, and other parts of my body.

I shiver slightly at his touches. Elden has touched me before, but not like this. It seems like I am addicted to his touch already, arching my back into it, then I finally tug his shirt off and open his pants, pushing them down.

Elden easily tugs them down further and kicks them to the side before grabbing me and pressing me against his body. My whole body feels so drawn to him, as if it was made for him, and his for me. I allow my hands to roam over him, for the first time feeling his muscles and skin, and trying to get a sense for how his body moves under my fingers.

I poke his six-pack, grinning when his muscles flex under my touch. “I like this,” I exclaim.

“So, now it’s my turn?” Elden asks.