Chapter 4 Yes, very comfortable.
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I didn't want to ask about Raymond's injury or anything else. Werewolves are proud creatures, and I didn't want him to think I cared or was bothered by it.
"Ahem." Raymond's voice brought me back, and he politely avoided eye contact.
I realized my outfit was quite revealing—a tank top and shorts. "Sorry, I forgot..."
"It's okay. Get some rest." He smiled faintly.
I hurried away, not paying attention to the table edge, and stumbled!
Crap!
But the expected pain never came; I ended up in warm arms.
To be more specific, I fell into Raymond's arms. I could even smell his scent, though I couldn't quite place it.
"Be careful." His voice rumbled from his chest. Oh, wow! How could his voice sound so captivating, so close to me?
I also noticed a faint, pleasant fragrance on him... but it soon faded, replaced by something else.
"He feels like a mate to me, but it seems like an illusion," my wolf told me.
Yes, whenever I was close to Raymond, I felt my heart race, and my body would react strangely.
But my wolf didn't signal he was my mate.
"What's wrong?" Raymond asked again, concerned. I jumped up, nearly running back to my room.
I didn't understand what was happening to me.
I barely slept that night.
My dreams were restless. Once again, I dreamt of the night my parents died in the fire—silver spikes piercing my father's chest, the ground covered in crimson blood.
His wide, staring eyes seemed to be trying to tell me something.
I woke with a start, only to fall back into another nightmare—the day Jason rejected me.
The mocking voices of those people echoed around me.
Finally, I saw Raymond in his wheelchair!
Even with the mask hiding his face, I could feel his cold indifference. He looked at me and said, "You don't deserve to be Luna!"
I jolted awake, my heart pounding, the sky outside beginning to brighten.
The horizon over the sea was tinged with the red hues of sunrise.
For a moment, I couldn't tell dream from reality. It was only when I caught my reflection in the mirror that I let out a sigh of relief.
At eight in the morning, Shay knocked on my door.
"Miss Caitlyn, your wedding dress is ready," she said.
I opened the door to see a breathtakingly beautiful gown. The luxurious dress was adorned with countless tiny diamonds scattered across the skirt, making it shimmer and sparkle.
It had been so long since I'd seen something so exquisite.
"Mr. Raymond had it prepared for you," Shay said as she laid the dress down. Her smile was kind. "Do you need help putting it on?"
"That would be wonderful! I don't think I can manage such a heavy dress by myself," I replied gratefully.
With Shay's assistance, I slipped into the dress and put on my makeup. When I turned to the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The pure white gown had a long, flowing train with intricate golden rose accents adorning the chest.
With eyeshadow and eyeliner subtly enhancing my eyes, they sparkle even more brightly.
The dress hugged my figure perfectly, making me look radiant—like a precious gem catching the light.
"You look stunning," Shay said with genuine admiration.
"Thank you." It had been so long since I'd heard those words.
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