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"s**t," she cursed, then began to run after the omega. A gentle knock at the door disrupted their conversation, and a woman entered the room. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and her bright blue eyes sparkled. Lista welcomed her with a smile, noting the woman's striking figure that Orionled Kim Kardashian's. She couldn't help but feel a touch of envy for her fantastic physique.
"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness," the Omega greeted with a bow, exposing her neck in a sign of respect.
"It's just Celeste and Calista. Are you Zephyra?" Celeste asked, approaching with a warm smile and extending her hand for a shake.
"Yes, I'm Zephyra. I'll be your personal Omega during your stay," Zephyra replied, her own smile reflecting her relief that the two royal women seemed approachable and at ease, just like the rest of the Royal Helsignor Pack.
Zephyra took hold of the two hand luggage cases and began to lead the way to the bedrooms.
"I'll go ahead and unpack for you now," she offered, turning to share a smile with Celeste.
"Thank you so much," Lista expressed her gratitude with a smile.
"Are you really going to let her unpack your cases?" Celeste questioned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Lista glanced at Celeste, a touch puzzled by her remark. Celeste playfully rolled her lips, and in a low, almost imperceptible tone, emitted a soft buzzing sound. Lista stared at her friend, momentarily perplexed, before her eyes widened in realization of what Celeste meant.
"Oh, shoot," she cursed under her breath, then swiftly moved to follow after the Omega.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of my own unpacking," Lista assured, her voice slightly high-pitched as she hurried after Zephyra.
"But it's my duty," Zephyra insisted.
"Seriously, I'll handle mine. If you'd like to assist Celeste with hers, I'm sure she'd appreciate it," Lista suggested, a hint of pleading in her expression. Celeste burst into fits of laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Taking her hand luggage from Zephyra, Lista wore a wide smile. "I really insist. We don't expect you to wait on us hand and foot," she emphasized.
Zephyra glanced from the Queen of the UK, who seemed to be struggling to catch her breath from laughing so hard, to the Princess who resembled a playful puppy caught in the act.
Deciding not to press the matter, Zephyra made her way back towards the kitchen and retrieved the food she had prepared for their arOrion.
"That smells absolutely delicious, Zephyra," Celeste complimented, finally able to catch her breath after the hearty laughter.
"Thank you, your maj...Celeste," Zephyra replied with a smile, pleased that the royal guests were impressed with her culinary skills.
Lista settled her belongings in the second bedroom at the rear of the chalet, leaving the larger one for Celeste. Not because she was the queen, but because Lista considered her a dear friend. Besides, she loved the view of the trees outside the back of the property. Returning to the living area, Lista wore a look of relief, which triggered another round of giggles from Celeste.
"Hey, give this a try, it's absolutely delicious!" Celeste called out to Lista, who settled onto a high stool beside the queen.
"So, Zephyra, what are the go-to spots for a night out around here?" Lista inquired, eager to make the most of their girls' trip.
"Well, there are some bars in the main town, but for clubs and such, Copenhagen is the top choice. And if you're looking to feel the effects of the drinks, we have a special blend of Tuborg with higher alcohol content for werewolves. I've got a few in the fridge for you. Some of the pack members head out on Friday nights. You're more than welcome to join us," Zephyra suggested with a friendly smile.
"That sounds fantastic, we'd love to join in," Lista responded with enthusiasm.
"We've also brought along a bottle of werewolf-proof whiskey," Celeste added with a grin.
"Training starts in an hour, in the heart of the pack. I'm not sure who's leading it, but we've heard about your white wolf, Celeste, and your light purple one. I can't wait to see them," Zephyra shared. The stories of the UK royal family's unique wolves and their extraordinary strength had reached their ears, and many in the Helsingor pack were excited about witnessing these renowned werewolves in action.
"We'll be there. Maggie, my wolf, is itching to explore and have a good sniff around. Do you have scheduled pack runs, or can anyone shift at any time?" Lista inquired.
"You're free to shift whenever you like. This place is incredibly secure. Now that the world knows we exist, Prince Jovan is less worried about any potential discoveries," Zephyra explained before heading towards the main door. "If you don't need anything else, I'll see you at training and then swing by to turn down your beds," she offered with a smile.
"Thank you, Zephyra. We really appreciate you," Celeste expressed her gratitude, watching as the omega left.
"That was a close call!" Lista exclaimed, her eyes wide, prompting Celeste to burst into laughter once again.
"Have your laugh... Honestly, I'm starting to regret bringing my bunny," Lista joined in the amusement.
"Wait until tonight. I hope the walls are thick, because that's not something I want to overhear," Celeste teased.
"Hey, you're well aware of how loud you and Asher can get at times. And your wolves?
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