Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 80

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Once Leander finally got control of his… situation, Gemma repeated the process Mimi had done on me, trimming his pubic hair short and applying topical pain reliever. She placed a narrow strip of spun silk over his hips to discreetly cover his manhood for the next step.

Two bands of smooth silk covered my body as well, one over my breasts and the other over my hips.

aramel brown irises swirling with concern and affection, but she didn’t speak, respectful of the moment.

lves standing next to each of us.

ey were in motion.

.

of arranged tables.

dentical, they assembled multiple ingredients into two antique teapots. Silver with aged verdigris patina, the delicate teapots were a mat

the other.

small nest of hot stones.

the alluring scents wash over me, absorbing them into my senses and consciousness.

in time…

ntricate rhythm that perfectly matched the enchanting music being played outside!

est of nods, but it was enough for me to understand he saw them too!

adition, of belonging…rightness.

wolves never made eye contact, too wrapped up in their own partners. They glided over the floor, delicately twisting and turning their bodies, beautiful and fluid.

at me.

sat up, and his eyes had gone wide, mouth partially open, as if wanting to say something but

to follow his line of sight and saw a beautiful female standing alone in the midst of the paired wolves. Even in her translucency, I could see dark flowing hair, black as midnight, and bright violet eyes. There was only one pers

weightless, she drifted over the floor in his direction. When she reached him, Leander’s stunned expression morphed into the most profound sadness I’d ever seen as he stared at her. His grief was tangib

h

nded in harmony, meaningful sounds that didn’t n

in the air, filling every crack and crevice.

ng a delicate hand, she caressed his cheek. Leander’s bottom lip quivered. A single tear breached his lashes and rolled down his face. He leaned his head into her palm. In the absence of temporal touch, his cheek made no contact with her translucent hand, but his eyes

e lump in my throat and blinked back my own tears.

But I didn’t need to hear the words. His lip movement was enough to read what he said, “I’m so f*****g sorry.”

g with his words.

atter.

his chin, accepting the whisper of her kiss on his forehead. She pulled away. Leander lifted his head. Another tear trailed down

er my breasts, not wanting to interrupt their moment, not wanting her to notice me, a new feeling in my belly-guilt

yes locked on mine. Stepping away from Leander, she drifted to my side. I stared up at her, frozen, unsure what to do or say, held utterly captive in her penetrating regard.

ped my cheek. I couldn’t feel the contact on my skin, but her touch reached deep into my heart.

go…

briefest moment before turning back and heading in a direction I couldn’t even fathom.

I blinked.

eyes again, she was gone.

l gone.

nder’s stricken expression told me otherwise. He’d laid back, eyes closed but his beautiful face was still etched with agony.

en. Swimming in my own grief, all I could do was br

softly, “Abhyanga is the Sanskrit word for oil massage

r, still needing a minute to pull myself back toge

was no answer.

h side of me. I could only assume Ryan and Aidan were similarly positioned next to Leander.

on as well as create deep relaxation in the body and mind.”

d watched Gwen lift the top off of the teapot, dip her finger inside, extracting some of the oil and rubbing it on her wrist, checking the temperature. Satisfied with her finding, she nodded to Mimi.

me nod.

tepped away, returning t

body. From my peripheral vision, I could see Aidan did the same. Pouring slowly and carefully, Gwen trailed the warm oil from my hand up to my shoulder, followed the path of my clavicle bone and down my other arm. The hot liquid tingled against my skin.

eeded to apply the liquid in an intricate pattern over my belly, from one side to the next. Transferring the little container again, Gwen ran the oil up my left leg

ether.

d my eyes…

and pull, fluid and graceful, their bodies angled side to side over me, their joined hands applying just the right amount of pressure to soothe and relax each muscle.

en down my left side.

tips, they used long sweeping strokes down my thighs and calves, stimulating my knees and ankles with small circles and pinpoint pressure.

Ryan had matched their movement and timing exactly.

s began again…

se movements with which they moved in tandem, each one of them held their duty in high esteem.

t, healing from the earlier deep emotional strain. After nearly another hour went by, they f

Mimi instructed.

my body felt loose and wiggly, a little bit like Jell-O so I was careful as I lifted from the bed and placed my feet

couldn’t face his grief…not right now.