Chapter 218 218: The gathering storm...

Lyla

I woke up to an empty bed and a delicious ache all over my body. The space beside me was still faintly warm from where Ramsey had been. The air in the room was still heavy with his scent and for a moment, I lay there staring at the ceiling trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the after-effect of our lovemaking this morning.

Despite all his talks about preserving our strength for today, we succumbed to our desires sometime this morning. I had stirred to him in between my head, giving me solid licks till my legs quaked with want. It was the sweetest one hour of my life ever.

I must have fallen asleep afterwards but not before I heard Ramsey whispering how much he loves me and how much he wanted me every day. A small smile lingered on my lips as I stretched lazily, was I allowed to be this happy?

A sudden knock on the door startled me.

I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes and pushing my tangled hair away from my face. Another knock followed, more insistent this time. Swinging my legs over the bed, I picked up a discarded T-shirt on the ground slipping it on before padding barefoot toward the door, pulling it open.

Seth stood outside, flanked by several maids carrying various supplies. He gave me a polite nod. "Good morning, Miss. You need to get ready. The maids will assist you."

I rubbed at my tired eyes again before nodding, still fighting off the last vestiges of sleep. The maids swept into the room. I went back to the bed and watched as they arranged some of the supplies they had carried in a space in the room before they went to the attached bathroom.

They filled the bathtub with running water and the sweet scent of bath oils before they came to me and ushered me toward the bathroom.

The next hour passed in a blur of warm water and gentle hands. They scrubbed my skin until it glowed pink, and washed my hair with scented shampoo, before massing fragrant oil into it. The ritual was both calming and rejuvenating – I hadn't been taking care of like this in a long time and I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Once they were done, they patted my body with soft, dry towels before leading me out of the bathroom. Waiting in the bedroom was a simple, yet elegant outfit. They helped me put it on, smoothing down the fabric and adjusting the sleeves. As they helped me, I couldn't help but notice the tension in their shoulders, and the way they avoided meeting my eyes directly.

When they were done, I was about to thank them when one of the maids whispered to me. "Please wait here!" and then practically hurried out of the room with the rest.

I sat on the edge of the bed, nervously tracing patterns on the blanket. I know today was a big day, but I didn't want to think about it. I wanted to remain in a happy euphoria and not go into full panic mode. After a while, the door opened again and Lenny entered the room.

His expression was unreadable as he approached me. I stood up immediately.

good morning," I

you all ready and

Ramsey's Beta and Beta's served their Alphas and no one else, there's this blanket of peace that always settled over me

easy smile was replaced by a serious expression that made

nervous to eat. Perhaps, after the

"We're

dress, knowing where we were going but

said without preamble. "They already know you're no longer in the holding cells and they're quite pissed about it. So, if anyone asks, you were released by the direct order of

though uncertainty gnawed at

Hall felt like the countdown before a bomb explosion. In less than five minutes, we were already within the area and were driving down to the hall itself. Deciding, that I needed some form of moral support and backup, I pulled out my phone

but endless ringing and going straight to voicemail I tried one last time but there was no answer. A sense

on the first ring, his

voice calm. "I've been trying to reach

he

about the way he said it didn't sit right with me.

a beat, he sighed.

unasked questions. My mind raced with all the things I wanted to know, all the fears that were lodged at

murmured before

the ride was done in silence. My fingers were curled into my lap as I watched the scenery shift outside the window without seeing it. Stories of the White Mountain Council breaking even the most hardened of people and giving brutal justice filled

worse for me because I had

Mountain Council hall – as we drove into the compound, my eyes widened at the sight before me. The usually bare building was surrounded by vehicles bearing different

different Lycans from different packs. The sight alone sent

seat as I turned to Lenny. "Why are there

the entrance of the building, his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer but

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