CHAPTER 114 - The Mating Ceremony

Lyra The soft scent of lavender and chamomile filled my nostrils as I stepped out of the dressing room, the elder she-wolves' hands slowly peeling away the flowery petals from my skin. My body felt rejuvenated, healed from its wounds, and the heady, rough lovemaking Ryan and I shared hours earlier. I craved it just as much as he did. Upon waking, I found him absent, a message on the pillow mentioning a meeting and expressing how he already missed me. My body yearned for his caress. As the day wore on, I couldn't help but daydream of us together... him close to me. I couldn't wait for the night; I desired him right then. When he entered the door with more disheartening news, he still managed to fulfill my wishes, and for a brief moment, we pushed aside our problems to concentrate on the present and the night ahead. This moment we were about to share was about us, and nobody and nothing else. I glanced at my reflection in the ornate mirror, taking a deep breath as I admired my g