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"Hi, are you here for us?" Celeste smiled.
The beta bowed his head in respect, then bared his neck, clearly recognizing Celeste's royal wolf, before giving both of them a winning smile, that Lista knew would probably melt the panties of many a female, irrespective of their species. However, it would not work on Celeste, given she was mated to her brother, and it certainly would never work on Lista because she was most definitely sworn of men.
"Hi, yeah 1 am Henrick Nèilson, a beta to Crown Prince Jovan. He sends his apologies for not meeting you personally, but he has had an issue, that unfortunately Lista nodded her head but wondered at the word ' incapacitated. It was a strange one to use in these circumstances. However, she shook it off, thinking it was the language barrier, although Hendrick seemed to speak English as well as she did, and other than the slight Danish accent, you would never know he was not born and bred in the UK.
"This way," Henrick said, then grabbed some of the cases, lifting them with relative ease.
As they climbed into the large black Range Rover, Henrick jumped into the driver's seat.
"You may find life in Denmark a little more relaxed than in the UK. Our pack is, of course, a Royal pack, but we live simple lives. Once we lived in Kronborg Castle, but that was many centuries ago. Although it is still the official residence. We all now live in a large area of wooded land, which has chalets for each pack member, and one larger chalet that could be described as a pack house but is really just a meeting place, and where we hold pack meetings or gather to have celebrations," Henrick began to explain.
Lista smiled, the description sounded a little like how the Ronsay pack operated on their little island, and she liked the thought of Celeste and her having their.own
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chestnut trees," Henrick continued, chatting away happily.
"I cannot wait to see it" Celeste happily told him, her enthusiasm returning once more after the long journey.
Maggie, Lista's wolf, gazed out of the window and declared, "I like it here, Lista."
"Yeah," Lista replied, her gaze also fixed on the scenery. "I kind of feel a sense of peace here too." It was a rare feeling for her, especially after the day she had rejected and subsequently had to confront her former mate.
The journey was relatively short, and before long, they entered the expansive pack lands. A guard respectfully opened the large gate, bowing his head as the car passed through.
Lista observed the picturesque landscape: neatly trimmed grass, charming wooden chalets, each with deep red-stained horizontal planks. Proudly, Danish flags fluttered on flagpoles outside some of the homes. The ground was adorned with conkers, fallen from the horse chestnut trees, flanked by towering pine trees that seemed to reach towards the sky. One of the chalets had a young girl, no more than eleven, sitting on a wooden bench. She was meticulously threading string through the conkers, a contented smile on her lips. It felt like a place where one could happily stay forever - simple yet undeniably beautiful.
"Thank you," Henrick smiled, bringing the car to a stop beside a larger chalet. "This is your new home. I hope you find it to your liking."
Lista waved at a man, Jim, who appeared to be around seventy-five years old. His thinning grey hair adorned his head.
"That's Jim Dobey. He's from the UK. We fondly refer to him as Obi-Wan Jim Dobey. Despite being human, he arrived here in the early 1980s for work and grew so attached to the place that he never left. Although, I'm not entirely sure if he's more attached to us or the ducks," Henrick chuckled.
Lista glanced over at the elderly human, who was busy hanging out his laundry. A drake and a duck trailed behind him, quacking in what seemed to be approval of his every move.
"Everyone here speaks English. Prince Jovan attended The Crescent Moon Academy for a few years, likely a few years before you and your brother did," Henrick informed Lista with a warm smile.
"Did he? I never noticed him," Lista remarked casually. With the multitude of Alphas and royal Alphas who had passed through her father's Academy over the years, it was entirely possible that she wouldn't have remembered even if they had attended at the same time.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, as a woman walked in
. Her blonde hair was in a high ponytail and her blue eyes were bright. Lista smiled in welcome at the girl who had a bum to Orion Kim Kardashian. She was gorgeous, and Lista instantly envied her fantastic figure. L
"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness," the Omega bowed and bared her neck.
"It is just Celeste and Calista. Are you Zephyra?" Celeste asked, walking towards her with a welcoming smile and shaking the omega's hand.
"Yes, Iàm Zephyra. I will be your personal omega for your visit," She smiled back, feeling happy that the two royal women seemed to be down to earth, and as relaxed as they were in the Royal Helsignor Pack.
Zephyra grabped/hold of the two hand luggage cases and began to walk to the bedrooms.
"I will go unpack for you now,"
she turned and smiled
at Celeste.
"Thank you so much" Lista smiled,
"Are you really going to let her unpack your cases?"
Celeste asked.
Lista looked at Celeste with a quizzical look, not sure what she was getting at.
Celeste rolled her lips and then, under her breath, began to make a low buzzing sound. Lista looked at her friend like she had lost her last marble, then her eyes widened in horror as she realized just what Celeste meant.
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