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❄︎𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 14❄︎

^^^ Zephyr's aesthetics

•Isadora•

Today is the day.

My coronation day.

From tonight, I'd officially become the Beta of the Silver Forest pack.

I've already decided on my first task. It is to show Kiara her place, punishing her to an extent where she'd never be able to live normally again.

She hadn't only forced herself upon the Beta's mate, she had violated a pack rule, someone's privacy, a mate's right. She should face a punishment worse than death.

And I'm all ready for that.

There's also the other topic.

I need to talk to Zephyr, about being ready to give our mate bond a chance. To tell him that I did like him before any of this, and I am willing to like him as my mate.

Brielle has been quiet since last night. She's grieving over the fact that she won't ever be able to meet his wolf, mate him or run with him. I can understand her, but what can we do?

"It's gonna be okay, Brie. We still have him. Right?"

She purrs sadly but doesn't respond. I let her be. She'd be rejuvenated the moment we are coronated, maybe afterwards we can go for a run and introduce her to Zephyr. I know he's so damn excited to meet her. Also, it's been so long since we went for a run. I hope Zephyr is up for a ride.

"Can I come in?" I smile hearing Zephyr's soft voice from behind the door of my room.

"Yeah."

He pushes the door open and only peeks his head inside first, a shy tint on his cheeks.

"I feel shy. What if you don't like how I look?"

I chuckle.

"Zeph, you're my mate. There's no universe where I'd not find you good looking."

His face flames up and he nods, slowly pushing the door further open and entering inside. My breath catches in my throat as I rake his body up and down with my hungry eyes.

He's wearing a navy blue tuxedo with a blue rose attached on the chest, hair gelled and brushed backwards, leaving a single strand to hang on his forehead. Like Johnny Depp in Crybaby.

Fucking hell. He looks edible.

I swallow as my mouth suddenly feels dry and Brielle's upset ass starts howling, too giddy and possessive over our mate's beauty.

"H-how do I look? Why are you looking at me like that?" He fidgets with his fingers.

I smirk, taking a step closer to him, I only stop when our chests are almost pressed, more like his head is closer to my chest, and lower my face down a bit to match our eye levels. He intakes sharply and his thick lashes flutter across his rosy cheeks. My smirk widens, I'm enjoying this way too much.

"Can't you read my eyes?" I ask, one octave lowering my tone and he shudders. "Search in the bond and tell me what I feel."

"I-dunno how to." He mumbles, chewing on his lower lip and it pushes Brielle towards the edge. She has been barely controlling herself.

"Don't do that." I growl lowly, standing up straight and wrapping a hand around his delicate throat.

He moans? The fuck-

He shuts up as quickly as the sound slips out of his pretty lips. But it had already sent electric waves of warmth in me, my stomach churns and I roughly back him up against the closed door.