Chapter 187: Change clothes together
Chapter 187: Change clothes together
(Olivia’s POV)
My waist was instantly encircled by Matthew’s large hand, and I was pulled into his embrace. His warmth enveloped me as he whispered in my ear, “This is Luna Astrid, Alpha Asher’s mate.”
His voice, though as calm as usual, seemed to carry the gentle breeze of spring. Realizing my rudeness, I felt
embarrassed.
My face grew hot with embarrassment. I lowered my eyes, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. “I’m sorry.”
Luna Astrid didn’t seem offended at all. She chuckled warmly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh my dear, don’t worry about it! You were just protecting your mate.”
She gestured toward the staircase with a gracious smile. “Both of you are soiled now. Come, let me find you
some clean clothes.”
Luna Astrid led us up the grand staircase, her voice cheerful as she continued. “I have a new dress that should fit you perfectly, Olivia. And I’m sure we can find something suitable for the King.”
As we walked, Matthew kept his arm around me. The proximity reminded me of our mating night, of uncontrolled kisses and desperate touches. My heart fluttered traitorously, making me feel flustered and
confused,
Inside the master bedroom, the tension rose immediately. Matthew remained by the door, showing no intention of leaving while I changed.
“Are you asking your mate to leave while his Luna is changing clothes?” he asked coolly.
His earlier anger was gone, replaced by an amused glint as he watched me blush. The golden flecks in his eyes seemed to dance with mischief.
“You don’t trust me?” he pressed, his voice dropping to that dangerous low tone.
Defeated, I acquiesced. There was no point in arguing with him when he used that voice.
(Matthew’s POV)
I settled into the grand chair by the window, closing my eyes as she began to change. The rustling of fabric filled the air, each sound making my muscles tense.
My hand gripped the armrest tighter with each whisper of silk against skin. The scent of her arousal mixed with nervousness filled the room, driving my wolf wild.
Suddenly, a soft touch on my arm broke through my concentration. “Matthew…
Her voice was breathless, filled with distress. My eyes snapped open to see Olivia flushed and struggling for air.
The dress was too tight, constricting her waist and chest so severely she could barely breathe. Her face was pale except for the bright red spots on her cheeks.
Seeing her distress, my composure wavered. I stepped forward immediately, my hand reaching for the collar
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of her dress.
“You should have tried the size before wearing it,” I said, my voice inadvertently harsh.
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The worry for her discomfort made my tone sharper than intended. The tight dress revealed every curve of her figure, her full breasts and slender waist having a deadly attraction that made my blood burn.
The look in my eyes made her blush deeper, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. I finally managed to undo the top button, and she gasped in relief.
I quickly draped a cloak over her shoulders, helped her sit in the chair, and called out to the Omega outside. “Fetch a dress from Seraphina Kane. Now.”
My hand reached under the cloak, feeling for the side buttons of the dress. This action had to be done without seeing, my fingers brushing against her warm skin.
(Olivia’s POV)
I was stung by his sharp tone, tears threatening to spill over. “I didn’t expect the dress to be so tight,” I whispered. “I was nervous under your gaze.”
Seeing me about to cry, Matthew’s expression changed completely. He looked as if he was being roasted by fire, his jaw clenched tight.
He mustered his strength, slightly lifting the cloak to look at the row of buttons. When he saw my delicate skin, his breathing became ragged, his hands trembling slightly.
Just then, the door creaked open without a knock. Matthew reacted instantly, pulling me fully into his arms and glaring at the intruder with a look that could kill.
It was Seraphina Kane, who froze in her tracks like a deer caught in headlights.
“Why didn’t you knock? Get out,” he commanded, his voice filled with fury that made the air crackle with
tension.
A bewildered Seraphina protested, her voice rising to a whine. “Didn’t you ask me to bring clothes? What are you afraid I’ll see? We’re both she–wolves!”
Her whining voice made me acutely aware of being held in Matthew’s embrace. I tried to push him away, only
to meet his intense golden gaze burning into mine.
He held me tighter, his arms like steel bands around me. “Leave the clothes and go. Now.”
After the door closed with a sharp click, he gently placed me back on the chair. He ruffled my hair with surprising tenderness and told me to change before stepping out.
Later, in the banquet hall, I found myself commiserating with Seraphina Kane over dessert. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I was bonding with Matthew’s difficult relative.
“You’re right not to want my brother,” Seraphina complained, stabbing her cake with unnecessary force. “He’s so busy with pack affairs, he’s never taken you on a proper date, has he?”
Finding a surprising ally, I played along. “Yes, he’s quite cold, doesn’t talk much. It’s annoying trying to guess what he’s thinking.”
Seraphina nodded vigorously, warming to the topic. “And he’s so controlling! Just earlier he scolded me for drinking moonlight wine, as if I’m still a pupl
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Just as she was building up steam in her complaints, we both looked up and froze. Matthew was standing there, his calm golden eyes fixed directly on us.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Seraphina yelped, spilled her champagne all over herself, and fled like her tail was on fire.
That left me to face him alone.
I composed myself, feeling a bit guilty but defiant. Matthew sat down across from me, his movements fluid and predatory.
His gaze fell on my champagne glass, its rim stained with my lipstick. “Is it good?” he asked calmly.
I nodded nervously, not trusting my voice. At that moment, Alpha Asher White and his friends approached to
toast Matthew.
Matthew turned to me, a gentle look replacing the earlier intensity in his eyes. “May I have a taste?” he asked
softly,
After I numbly nodded, he reached over and picked up my glass. In front of everyone watching, he raised it to his lips.
He drank the entire glass of champagne, his lips pressing against the very spot my lipstick had marked. I
stared, stunned, as he set the empty glass down with deliberate care.
He leaned close, his gaze locking with mine. “You don’t have to guess. Ask me.”
My heart pounded so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. My voice came out as a low, husky whisper. “Why did you drink my wine?”
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