Soliel

The next day, I woke with a splitting headache. But it was totally worth it as I find myself wrapped in Damiras arms. Absolute bliss.

"We need to get up, sweetheart," she mutters, caressing my long hair. I smile in delight, loving the feel of her fingers caressing my hair. I bury myself deeper into her warmth, groaning.

"No..." I utter into her chest, the large globes bouncy and pillow like. "I wanna stay here. With you." Damira chuckles, her hand moving lower, caressing softly around the back of my neck.

"We have to get ready for the Annual Meeting Ball. It's tomorrow night." I scrunch my nose up in annoyance.

"More people to meet? Ew,"

"Yes Darling. Our people." I smile at that and turn on my chin to look up at her.

"Our people, huh?" Damira kissed my forehead, smiling sweetly.

"Yes, our people. Your my mate and my future wife. You'll be sharing the command with me," I hum in thought, the idea of bossing people around not really my vibe. Shrugging, I sit up, Damiras shirt all crumpled. I blush as she eyes my bare legs and quickly hide them under the blanket.

"Hmm, those creamy thighs are looking delicious," Damira purred, eyes darkening. I can tell her wolf has slightly surfaced, the pervert eyeing me. I push her face away, blushing.

"Stopppp. You have to wait, you horny  dog," she laughs loudly, pushing me back down on the bed. Her knee in-between my thighs, arms trapping me against the mattress.

"I didn't quite hear you sweetheart," Damira smirks, leaning down to bite my earlobe. The sensation sends my toes curling.

"D-Damira..." My voice comes out husky, desire swirling around in the pit of my stomach. "I-ive never..." Damira glides her tongue softly down the curve of my neck, a shiver curling down my spine.

"Right here," she murmurs against my neck, the space between my neck and shoulder. "Is where I'll mark you. Your mate tattoo will expand and travel towards your mark. It'll look beautiful," I shiver as she nips the skin before pulling away.

"Damira..." I whisper, biting my lip. "I-ive never been with a woman before..." And it's been fucking ages since I've been laid.

Damira pecks my nose. "Soon, love. And I promise I'll love every single curve and edge of you. Every flaw and every perfection. All mine," she whispers the last part, eyeing me.

"O-okay... We need to get up now." Clearing my throat, I push her off me, her smirk still plastered there. Rolling my eyes, I get out of bed, stretching my muscles. "So who's coming today?" I ask as I venture into the closet. Damiras voice from the room muted slightly.

"Alpha Joenna and her beta Lion.  Alpha Finn and his beta Sam. There's also Alpha Yuki Sobah. They are the islands little Alpha packs that run the other side of the island." I hummed in reply, grabbing some skinny jeans and a dressy top.

"Will they be bringing some pack members along? Or is just our pack?" I ask, walking out of the closet, watching Damira casually lie in the bed. And she was the one that said we need to get up.

"Hmm maybe. It all depends on them, and who will stay to protect their small pack."

I throw a pillow at her lazy figure, "Get up, lazybones. You said there were things to be done." Damira laughs, swinging out of bed.

"Okay, okay sexy legs. Meet me downstairs. Then we will check on everything after some breakfast," I smile softly and peck her on the cheek.

"See you soon," I bid her goodbye and left for the kitchens. As usual, the packhouse was alive, everyone getting ready for guests. I pass a few scurrying about, stress lines, and nervousness lining their faces. I smile kindly and clap my hands. Everyone on the bottom floor freezes, noticing my figure. "Good morning, everyone," I greet. The pack murmurs their good mornings. "Has everyone had breakfast yet?" I ask, walking towards the kitchen entrance. 

"No, Luna." A few mutter. 

"We have been preparing for the other pack Alphas, Luna King," A young boy replies. I put my hands on my hips, sighing. 

"Okay everyone, take a break. We are having some breakfast. You can't work on an empty stomach," I wave everyone to the large kitchen, a few groaning. 

"But Luna..." One of the warriors tries to intervene. 

"No butts. From now on, anyone who gets up and starts work before having breakfast is immediately put on toilet duty," I glare slightly at my pack members before smiling softly. "I care about all your wellbeing and it is my duty to make sure you are all fed and healthy." 

"Thank you, darling. Well said," I eyed Damira, licking my lips as she stepped down from the stairs. Today she wears black jeans and a tank top. Her hair is tied up in a bun to show off her sharp cheekbones and a defined nose. I bite my lip and look away and head to the kitchen. Inside Jasmine sat feeding her little babies Kion and Lilly. 

"Hi, beautiful babies," I coo, kissing them both on the forehead, gaining little giggles. These two have grown so fast! Damira explained to me that the werewolf pups age a little faster until the age of 5. That's why Jasmines' pregnancy was so short. 

"How are you feeling, girl?" Jasmine asks, wiggling her eyebrows. I push her away, rolling my eyes. 

"We didn't do anything." Jasmine giggles and resumes feeding her children. I raise a brow, "Where is Clara?" 

"Oh, she's helping Jack today, learning some stuff. She'll be the future Beta one day, you know." Jasmine smiles sadly as if that thought scares her. I pat her softly on the shoulder.  

"That's later, baby. Focus on the now," She nods softly smiling up at me. 

"Soleil," Damira calls, standing by the now eating pack members. She gestures me towards the back door, grinning. I grin back and follow her out, Jasmine's catcalling behind me. 

I find Damira standing on the porch, hands in her back pockets. "Hi cutie," she purrs, bringing me closer to her. Leaning into her warmth, I peck her lips. 

"Hi yourself," I murmur against her lips. This woman is absolutely stunning. Inside and out. "I thought we were meant to be checking on things," Damira growls playfully, nipping my bottom lip. 

"But I didn't say breaks were included," she chuckles deeply, kissing the corner of my lips, teasing me. We continue watching each other, our intense moment filled with desire. "Just wait till I have you under me, darling." I blush slightly at her crude comment. 

"Mmm, maybe you'll be the one under me," Damira wiggles her brows, grinning. 

"I'll guess we will have to see, don't we?" I giggle, wrapping my arms around her neck. As we leaned into a passionate kiss, someone clears their throat. Growling in annoyance, Damira turns to the culprit. Baden stands there, his expression dark. 

"What do you need Baden?" Damira asks her arm still wrapped around my waist. 

"We have a letter. From the enemy himself,"