Eris Vanserra | Ignis Aurum ✓

Epilog

"Sweetheart." And with that Eris' strong arms wrapped around Alba's waist. He pulled her body flush to his chest, stopping the running female. Eris buried his face in the crook of his mate's neck and inhaled deeply. "Stop stressing, and stop running around like a crazy hen."
Alba swatted her mate's arm before relaxing against his chest. "Everything has to be perfect," she breathed and closed her eyes for a second. Eris kissed her shoulder, one hand smoothing down her side.

"Let everything happen, my love. I know you need to have control, but we had a talk about all of that. Everything is perfect. Marcialla has made sure of that. I assume having such a temper is common with you Day Court females." Alba swatted Eris arm again, but then had to laugh.

"But are you sure all invite cards have arrived?"
"Yes, and we checked around twenty times. Please, calm down." Alba turned in her mate's hold, tilted her head back and looked up at the High Lord. She found herself lost in his eyes, beaming at Eris who mirrored her expression. "I hope your mother can really forgive me for what I have said to you," Alba whispered. Eris nodded his head.

"Yes, my love, she will forgive. The moment she sees how happy you make me, she will forgive you." Eris' mouth closed over Alba's and kissed her—deep and passionate, slowly moving her body back to the wall. Alba parted her lips, tasting the sweet cinnamon mixed with the lush spices of Eris mouth. His tongue slid between her lips, meeting hers with every stroke until both pulled back. They were out of breath. It had been two weeks after the bond accepting. In those two weeks they wouldn't have been able to hold their mating bond celebration. Eris had turned out to be quite territorial and also quite needy of his mate—they had spent six entire days solely in their bed chambers and also after those days couldn't quite keep their hands to themselves.

"It should be forbidden to taste that delicious," Eris whispered against Alba's lips.

The new High Lady of the Autumn Court grinned. "I can only return that."

Their beaming at each other was only interrupted by Geras storming through the big wooden doors. "Gods, you are so gross. But Alba, you have a visitor. A male from the Day Court. He is waiting in the entrance hall."

Alba's blood ran cold at that. Helion and Leta would arrive later, so would Lucien, Elain and Dalia. So who was that male?

She searched Eris' gaze, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flared. "Who is that male?"

Geras only shrugged his shoulders, so Alba with Eris in two ran out of the room and headed for the entrance hall of the Forest House. Her blood froze when her eyes landed on the male who stepped from foot to foot, his head lowered.

"Azar?" Alba questioned and the young male who looked so very similar to the new High Lady of the Autumn Court spun around. "What are you doing here?"

Azar set forward, ran towards the female and scooped her up in his arms. Alba embraced him tightly, a sob escaping her when she buried her face in the crook of his neck and she inhaled his familiar scent. Eris growled lowly, but Alba blocked him out.

"I heard my sister is mated female now. I couldn't miss your mating ceremony, unless you don't want me to participate. I would understand it, honestly."

"I am happy that you are here. I want you to stay, of course. Please, meet my mate," Alba said and finally let go. "This is Eris, High Lord of the Autumn Court. Eris, this is Azar my little big brother."

Relief washed over Eris and his whole body relaxed. He nodded his head at Alba's younger brother.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Azar."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, too, High Lord," Azar greeted with a small smile.