Alpha's Secret Bride-Chapter 60: Honoring Her Mate’s Invitation

She smiled and walked towards the creepy window to watch the rain again. The scent of the rain stirred deep within her wolf, awakening timeless and blissful cubhood memories. She stood still as she recalled the days she spent in the countryside territory at her maternal grandmother’s den. She would always lie flat on the green grass beneath the open sky, her wolf embracing the falling rain with her eyes closed.

After the rain, she would stand behind her grandmother’s window and watch droplets cling to the leaves, shimmering under the light. She loved the scent of fresh earth and damp grass that filled the air, soothing her wolf.

She smiled at how the moons had passed and felt grateful her wolf had endured this far. She had never imagined her dream of seeing Oliver again would become reality. She fixed her gaze on the trees, watching the rain strike the leaves in steady rhythm.

A warm hand slid around her waist gently after a few moments, and she smiled. She had not sensed when he entered the chamber. The masculine scent rolling off his bare wolf stirred something deep within her, drawing her closer. His hands moved slowly from her waist to her exposed midriff, cool yet soft against her wolf. A quiet heat stirred within her as he leaned against her back, resting his head gently on hers. They remained still, watching the rain together. His presence wrapped her in security, and their fingers intertwined as she felt the steady rhythm of his heart against her back. He was clingy, and she loved it.

"Our bathing water is ready," he whispered softly into her ear, and she giggled. He loosened her silky hair from its high tie, letting it fall over her shoulders. His fingers found the fastening of her gown, and her breathing shifted on its own. He gently removed her gown and turned her to face him.

She studied him carefully and noticed he wore only a fitted undergarment. She leaned forward and slowly pulled it away. He remained still, watching her with a soft smile. As she rose, she brushed her lips lightly against him in playful affection, making him laugh as he lifted her into his arms. His gaze darkened with quiet intensity as it traveled from her feet to her eyes. He guided her into the bathing pool and dimmed the lights. The soft glow of candlelight, scented with sandalwood, filled the chamber.

"There is this deep soul-bond I feel whenever I’m with you. Do you feel it too?"

"Yes... it feels as though our wolves have known each other across many lifetimes. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," he murmured, drawing closer. Their foreheads touched, and a powerful connection surged between them—mind, wolf, and spirit. They held each other’s heads in silence, letting the bond deepen. Tears slipped from their eyes without warning.

"My Moonblessed, I am sorry for all you endured while I was gone. I know your pack, and I know the pain you faced. But all of that ends now. I will give you a life worthy of you. Those who once looked down on you will bow before you," he said softly, emotion thick in his voice as they wiped each other’s tears.

She nodded and playfully splashed water at him. Laughter replaced the heaviness as he splashed her back. She hid her face, smiling.

When she looked up again, he held out two exfoliating gloves with a grin. She took one, and they began to wash each other gently. At that moment, they felt like carefree young wolves again. She felt herself growing more at ease with him.

Behind the authority, the tailored garments, and the guards stood Brandon Oliver—her mate, her closest companion. She no longer felt fear or inferiority toward him. She pressed herself against his warm wolf, enjoying the closeness between them.

"It’s time for dinner, Moonblessed," he whispered, helping her out of the bathing pool. He wrapped her in a soft white towel.

"I prefer bathrobes," she said, gesturing toward the hanger.

"I prefer seeing you like this," he murmured close to her ear.

"Why?" she asked. He only smiled, his gaze answering silently.

"Naughty he-wolf," she teased, and they both laughed softly.

She had been curious about his grand chamber, especially since the open wall led directly into the bathing space. Just then, a door leading to the wardrobe slid open the moment the dryer finished with her hair.

The big custom closet, which looked like a grand boutique den, was the largest she had ever seen.

Brandon dressed her in a transparent nightgown layered over alluring undergarments. He wore a sleeveless hooded cotton robe. She could not wait to see his personal resting chamber. He took her hand, and they began to walk toward the chamber.

The door opened as they drew near. Thousands of red lights shimmered around the chamber, welcoming them in. The exquisite chamber was warm and mesmerizing, like a sunset casting a crimson glow across the sky. The tone of the chamber and the soft music filling it began to stir deep, romantic emotions within her wolf. She gazed at Brandon with quiet intensity, his charming smile sending a current through her wolf. A deep, consuming desire stirred within her.

He guided her to a table set at the far end of the chamber. She sat down reluctantly. All she desired at that moment was the closeness of his wolf. His presence was intoxicating, and she longed to explore it more. He was her mate after all. She felt as though she belonged to him—and he to her.

He uncovered the meals slowly, and they began to eat. The meal was exquisite, yet it held no appeal to her in that moment, so she barely tasted it.

A long silence filled the chamber as they ate. He did not stop smiling, his eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.

"You are not here, Emma."

"I am right here. Why did you choose this chamber?"

"I need you to focus on me tonight. I need your full attention. When I look at you, I wonder why I am so fortunate. You are a part of me, and I cannot exist without you," he said, pouring more wine into her glass. She had already drained three glasses, so she ignored it. He smiled, stood, and extended his hand to her. She rose slowly and followed him to the massive resting bed that could hold many wolves. He lifted her and looked into her eyes.

"It is just you and me tonight, and we will lose ourselves in each other until dawn," he said, locking his gaze onto hers. Her wolf trembled as a fierce inner fire surged through her. She felt exposed, unable to hide her emotions any longer. The freedom she saw in his eyes made her feel as though she could conquer the world. She realized she did not need to strive to impress him or earn his happiness—they already belonged together. Everything between them, no matter how imperfect it might seem to others, felt flawless within their bond.

She loosened the tie of his nightwear and placed her palm against his bare chest. He lowered her onto the bed immediately.

"Your touch unravels me, sweet Luna," he murmured, his voice soft and intoxicating. She drew him closer, exploring the warmth of his wolf, watching as he weakened under her touch. He surrendered himself completely, and she reveled in the connection they shared.

His strength returned suddenly. He turned, pinning her beneath him, their hands intertwined. She felt his closeness press deeply against her, each movement filled with intensity. Their wolves met in a powerful rhythm, sending waves of sensation through her. A gasp escaped her lips as her breathing grew uneven.

"Look at me," he whispered softly, drawing her gaze back to his.

His lips met hers, slow at first, then deepening as they lost themselves in the kiss. His hands traced her form, memorizing every curve.

He continued, the rhythm building steadily. Their eyes remained locked, yet it felt as though they were seeing beyond the surface—into each other’s very souls. She saw a reflection of herself within him, and she knew he saw the same. His love consumed her, and she gave herself fully to him.

"I want to feel you completely... I want our bond to grow into something more," she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible as he pressed gentle kisses along her form. His response was soft, almost lost between them.

Moments later, a surge of energy overtook them both. She shifted, reversing their positions and straddling him. He grinned, his hands resting firmly at her waist.

"Naughty mate."

"I love it when you smile," she whispered, leaning closer, her gaze locked onto his. She could feel their hearts beating as one as she moved with slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Do not ever leave me," he murmured softly, his hands gliding along her hips. It took them time to realize the music had faded. They had been too consumed by each other to notice.

The gentle rhythm of rain against the outside world became their only melody, the cool air wrapping around them and completing the moment. It felt as though the entire world had faded away—leaving only her and Brandon—until a sudden question broke through the stillness.