After, Helena nestled against Stephen's chest, her wet hair trailing along his skin as she listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. The bathwater lapped softly at the sides of the porcelain tub, echoing in the small chamber. Their breaths slowed together, steam curling around them in ghostly tendrils that blurred the harshness of the world outside.
Stephen's fingers traced idle circles on her back, gentle and absent-minded now, as though memorizing the shape of her. "We should get back," he murmured, though his arms tightened around her, unwilling to relinquish the peace of this moment.
Helena smiled into his chest, reluctant to move. The comfort of his embrace was at odds with the tension that always lurked beneath her skin, the constant battle between her warlock logic and her wolfish instincts. Here, submerged and safe, she could let both halves rest.
**
Evening of the wedding.
The altar was adorned with exotic flowers and twinkling lights, casting a warm glow over the entire space. Every corner of the venue was beautifully decorated, from the tables draped in elegant linens to the intricate floral arrangements hanging from the ceiling. The evening sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, setting the perfect backdrop for the ceremony. Damien and Nina stood at the altar, both dressed in their finest attire, radiating with joy and love. The priest stood solemnly in front of them, a pure white gown billowing around her.
Both of them exchanged their vows which were very compact. The priest gave the signal that they were man and wife, and to kiss the bride, which Damien did so.
The crowd cheered. Even Helena and Stephen joined in the celebration. Priya and Ray were clapping their hands and also giving Helena and Stephen awkward glances. Afterwards, a huge feast was held.
The air was filled with the aromas of savory meats, rich sauces, and fragrant spices. The sweet scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the tangy scent of cheeses, creating a mouth-watering aroma that could make even the pickiest eater salivate.
**
The night of the wedding.
The venue was a hotel reserved for werewolves. Even the staff were werewolves. So, Damien and Nina got the honeymoon suite for their first night together.
Nina just sat solemnly on the bed which was adorned with red roses. Damien stood facing the mirror disassembling his tie. He glanced at Nina's reflection. She was a sight for sore eyes. Her red hair cascaded down her plump breasts awakening the desire within Damien.
He finally turned around to face her. She was staring at the floor, lost in thought.
Maybe she regrets this alliance? Damien thought.
"I have something to tell you." Nina said still not looking up her husband.
Damien didn't say a word or move a muscle.
"This is my first time." She continued.
Damien knelt down in front of her, with his arms gently placed on her knees.
"I know right." Damien smiled. "This is my first time getting married too."
Nina finally glanced at him. "No, I meant. This is my first time with someone."
Damien gulped. "Ohhh."
He took her small hand in his hand. "Don't worry. It won't hurt. Much." He winked.
Nina gave him a warm smile.
Damien's strong hands caressed Nina's body as they kissed, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. They slowly undressed each other, revealing their bare skin and entwining their bodies on the luxurious hotel bed. In the dim light, their movements were like an intricate dance of desire and love.
Afterwards, they were drained but laughing. Damien was laid on his back with Nina's armed draped around his chest.
Suddenly, they heard a sound, like a loud crash. Both of them sat up in bed.
**
Outside of their hotel room, there was a commotion.
"Sir." One of the hotel staff alerted the Moonwalker pack leader. "There is a vampire clan picked us off one by one."
Marcus gritted his teeth. "I don't care how many they are. One of us is worth three of them. Let's find the bastards!"
The card game at Helena's table came to an abrupt halt when Shawn burst in, his face tight with urgency. Stephen's laughter died mid-sentence as Priya gathered the scattered cards, and Ray straightened in his chair, all eyes now fixed on the messenger.
"A vampire clan is attacking us!" Shawn announced.
The gang got up, ready to fight back.
Marcus entered the grand hall. Another hotel staff member walked toward him with news.
"Sir, it's been reported that there are only two of them."
"There are only two left?" Marcus asked.
"No, Sir." The young lad said."There is no clan. Only two vampires."
Shawn, Helena and her group, heard what was just reported to Marcus. The four group members exchanged worried glances.
It has to be them, Helena thought. Elliot and Kyle.