Flora’s P.O.V
Cheers went all around the castle as we entered through the main doors.
Mercy came rushing towards us along with four guards carrying a stretcher. Malachi was immediately escorted to the infirmary and Ezra went along with him.
I saw almost all of the maidens rush toward the wolves that belonged to Clay’s pack. They turned to their human form to embrace their lost lovers and everyone started rejoicing all at once. I had never seen my friends, my sisters so happy. The entire castle felt vibrant, alive.
“Come,” I took Clay’s hand in mine. “Let’s get out of here.”
I brought him upstairs to the maiden’s quarters where my room was located and shut the door behind us. Clay’s wounds were healing faster now, but they might leave scars.
I went to use my healing on him but Clay caught my hand. “Aren’t you going to see your packmates first?”
“No.” I shook my head. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.”
“Then I think we better head to the shower first.” Clay took my hand. “I’d rather not have the scent of blood mixed in with ours.”
“Agreed.”
I pulled Clay along with me in the direction of the shower, discarding our clothes as we went. I could always clean up the mess later.
Turning the shower to hot, I got under the spray with Clay and locked out lips together.
Clay lifted me up with his hands at the back of my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He held me up against the wall, somehow managing to keep us under the spray and never once breaking the kiss.
I felt the blunt head of his cock at my entrance and undulated my hips against him telling him I was more than ready for him. There was no foreplay required.
Clay pushed into my core, making my back arch. I gasped in pleasure and he took the opportunity to enter his tongue into my mouth. His tongue roamed freely, tasting every nook and cranny as he moved inside me with a slow steady pace.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, sending him my healing to fix the bite wound on his arm. It was already a lot better with only red marks remaining in the shape of teeth, but now I watched them heal in front of my eyes.
And just like the last time I did this, the sharing of healing energy during an intimate moment heightened our senses once again.
“Clay!” I moaned, feeling heat built up at my core.
“I know.” Clay groaned, increasing his pace, going faster with each thrust as I moved my hips to keep up with him.
And then there was no more thought, no more sensation than the euphoria of my orgasm as Clay groaned out my name, burying his head at the crook of my neck and I dug my nails into his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood.
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I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door.
Getting up from beside Clay, I pulled the covers over him and donned my robe before I went to open the door. Samuel stood outside with a huge grin on his face.
“Samuel?” I asked, unable to help smiling back at his energetic face. He was covered in cuts and bruises too, but they didn’t seem to bother him now.
“Alpha Malachi has called for you and Clay.” There was pure joy in his voice as he spoke Malachi’s name. “He and the Shrine Maiden will be waiting in his office.”
“Malachi is healed?” I asked surprised. “His wounds were quiet severe.”
“It’s a miracle,” Samuel nodded. “Lady Mercy said he almost healed on his own. I suppose the Goddess helped.”
I nodded too, agreeing with his theory. “Thank you, Samuel. We’ll be right down in a few minutes.”
“Who was it?” Clay asked groggily as I closed the door and I went straight into his arms when he reached for me.
“Malachi has requested our presence.” I informed him. “It looks like the Goddess helped him heal.”
“Would’ve looked bad for her if she hadn't.” Clay shrugged. “Do we have to go? I’d rather stay in bed with you.”
“Can’t help it. We’ve been in bed since yesterday.” I gave him a peck on the lips before getting up. “I’ll get someone to get you more clothes.”
Almost an hour later, Clay and I knocked on Malachi’s office door. It had taken a bit of time trying to get clothes for Clay that would fit him, but we had successfully managed to get out hands on new clothes at the end.
“Come in.” Malachi’s voice rang out loud and clear and the guards outside opened the door for us.
Malachi was sitting on one of the sofas in his room, dressed in comfortable clothing rather than his army-like attires and Ezra sat next to him in a beautiful lavender gown. None of them had any scars on them and I was glad for it. It was also a bit weird to see Ezra in anything other than white, but she looked beautiful nonetheless and I was happy that she no longer had to follow celibacy because of her oath.
“Come, have a seat.” Ezra urged with a smile, one of her hands held tightly in Malachi’s larger ones. “I thought we could have dinner together.”
“Thank you for inviting us.” Clay said, a bit awkwardly. Since the healed rogues will now be integrated into the Lindersay pack, he was no longer their Alpha. It was a bit difficult for him to adjust to his new role in this pack.
“It’s our pleasure.” Malachi smiled.
Dinner passed by comfortably. The conversation was nice and light and Clay felt welcome as well when Malachi indulged in small talk with him. None of us discussed events from yesterday and it was nice not having the Goddesses dagger dangling on top of our heads. We were now free to choose.
“Now…there is something important we must tell you,” Ezra said after we had finished desserts and the plates had been cleared out of the room. “Especially to you, Flora.”
“Of course,” they had my full attention almost immediately. “Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing to worry about.” Malachi comforted. “Do you remember in the grassland, when the Moon Goddess had called you ‘blood of my blood’?”
Come to think about it, that part had struck me as odd. But the fact that the Goddess has told me she was indebted to me and then with the events that had followed, I was trying my best not to have a heart attack, so the part about her calling me ‘blood of my blood’, had completely skipped my mind…until now.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Which was very strange, to be honest. What did she mean by that? Blood of her blood?”
“It means you are our blood, Flora. You are our descendent.” Ezra said, knocking the air right out of my lungs.