CHAPTER 157: YOU SHOULDN’T CRY.

She was way too awestruck to register his lewd statement. Her feet carried her into the room without needing to be told to, practically moaning when the warm, soft, faux ebony black rug melted beneath them.

Her head turned on it’s own accord taking in the white and gold themed room that looked like it was owned by a princess with exquisite damning taste.

The large beautiful chandelier that hung high up in the middle of the room casted an ambient golden glow across the room, causing the white paint to look alittle brown and the golden rims and designs to pop deliciously.

Normally, people refer to other people as sights for sore eyes, but the room before her wasn’t just a sight for sore eyes, but for a sore mind and body as well.

The mattress was just as big and round like the one they had all laid on at their penthouse, and it had a bench that looked like it went all the way around the bed.

Majestic looking curtains draped all around the bed like a large triangular tent, leaving an opening that let her see the plush pillows that lay at every end of her mattress, rimming it.

She let out a low chuckle, turning to her mate who was a nervous wreck, staring at her. "This is.. this is too much, Trist. It’s just a bedroom." She blurted.

"Nothing about you can be referred to as ’just’, Princess. If I don’t go all out for you, who will I do all this for then? I live in a mansion, Princess. Like a king. And you really thought your bedroom would be average? It’s only right yours is like this." He explained coming up before her.

"I understand, Trist. I know you will do all that, but your room isn’t this big, it isn’t this furnished. Hell, I don’t even want to think of what inside that closet would look like." She said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I appreciate everything you guys do, Trist. I really do. But, isn’t this too much?"

"Shushhh." He said placing his index and middle finger over her lips. "Do not say that ever again. Ever. I know your not a materialistic person and all, but this and more is what we know how to do, and we wouldn’t stop. We’d keep doing these kind of things till we die. What ever you decide to with them really isn’t our business. You could share with Mia or Kevin, we don’t care.-"

"-We waited five long painful years for you. Waited, cried, fought, fucked. We did everything we could think of while waiting for you, despite how difficult it was. But when we found you, we found peace, we found joy, we found a reason to live. Your existence brought us borderless joy, Bethany. So please, you deserve all of this and more. More than you can think off." He whispered the last part, his hands cupping her cheek as he wiped the tears that feel freely from her glistening eyes with the pad of his thumbs.

She mirrored his actions, wiping the lone tear that fell from his left eye. "You’re an Alpha, you shouldn’t cry." She muttered, since out of all the sentences that clogged her mind, that seemed like the most reasonable one.

"I’m an Alpha to everyone but you and my brothers. Before you, I’m just Tristan. A normal werewolf that is completely in love with you." He said, his grey eyes boring into her brown ones.

Before he could blink, she was on her tippy toes, claiming his lips with hers, her eyes shut. Her hand threaded in-between his locks, pulling on them as she tried to keep her balance.

Moaning into her lips, he reached down, lifting her hips so her legs were wrapped around his waist, his arms wrapped securely around her back and gripping her ass from below.

They kissed each other softly, moaning into their kiss when any of them but down on their lip. She tugged on his hair more and more when she realized that he loved it. And he dug his fingers through the thick fabric of his sweatpants into her ass harder when he realized she loved it.

They stood under the chandelier, doing things to each other that they knew they loved, not just because of how it felt, but because of who did it to them, knowing it was never going to feel the same way if someone else had been the one doing it.

Tristan pulled away from the kiss hesitantly, staring into her glazed eyes softly, despite how harshly his fingers dug into her ass. "If we keep this up, we might never make it to that shooting range, or the club." He warned with a deep hoarse voice.

"I don’t mind." She said without thinking, letting her eyes go to his lips briefly before returning to his again.

"I know you don’t, Princess. You’re a very horny one after all." He whispered, taking her bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds before she could clap back. "But you and I know that’s not all that’s going to happen if we continue, and I don’t think I’m ready to be killed by my brothers jaws." He bellowed.

"Mmm." She sighed, running her tongue across her lower lip. "Okay. But if I can’t hold back anymore and jump you, you better not push me away." She warned, with a very sultry gaze.

"Well, Princess. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? To make you keep wanting more , so much you wouldn’t be able to hold back." He said as a cocky smirk lifted the corner of his lip.

"You’re such a tease." She mused with reddened cheeks and ears.

"And you’re such a damsel, Princess." He responded, his voice so deep, she could feel the knots in her abdomen tightening every second. "A damsel I can’t wait to feed my cock till she can take no more. You are my damsel right?" He asked, his eyes leaving her lips to her eyes, causing her to lick her dried lips as she prepared to respond.

"Yes. " She said like it was a breath she was giving away.

"Yes, I am."

She was way too awestruck to register his lewd statement. Her feet carried her into the room without needing to be told to, practically moaning when the warm, soft, faux ebony black rug melted beneath them.

Her head turned on it’s own accord taking in the white and gold themed room that looked like it was owned by a princess with exquisite damning taste.

The large beautiful chandelier that hung high up in the middle of the room casted an ambient golden glow across the room, causing the white paint to look alittle brown and the golden rims and designs to pop deliciously.

Normally, people refer to other people as sights for sore eyes, but the room before her wasn’t just a sight for sore eyes, but for a sore mind and body as well.

The mattress was just as big and round like the one they had all laid on at their penthouse, and it had a bench that looked like it went all the way around the bed.

Majestic looking curtains draped all around the bed like a large triangular tent, leaving an opening that let her see the plush pillows that lay at every end of her mattress, rimming it.

She let out a low chuckle, turning to her mate who was a nervous wreck, staring at her. "This is.. this is too much, Trist. It’s just a bedroom." She blurted.

"Nothing about you can be referred to as ’just’, Princess. If I don’t go all out for you, who will I do all this for then? I live in a mansion, Princess. Like a king. And you really thought your bedroom would be average? It’s only right yours is like this." He explained coming up before her.

"I understand, Trist. I know you will do all that, but your room isn’t this big, it isn’t this furnished. Hell, I don’t even want to think of what inside that closet would look like." She said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I appreciate everything you guys do, Trist. I really do. But, isn’t this too much?"

"Shushhh." He said placing his index and middle finger over her lips. "Do not say that ever again. Ever. I know your not a materialistic person and all, but this and more is what we know how to do, and we wouldn’t stop. We’d keep doing these kind of things till we die. What ever you decide to with them really isn’t our business. You could share with Mia or Kevin, we don’t care.-"

"-We waited five long painful years for you. Waited, cried, fought, fucked. We did everything we could think of while waiting for you, despite how difficult it was. But when we found you, we found peace, we found joy, we found a reason to live. Your existence brought us borderless joy, Bethany. So please, you deserve all of this and more. More than you can think off." He whispered the last part, his hands cupping her cheek as he wiped the tears that feel freely from her glistening eyes with the pad of his thumbs.

She mirrored his actions, wiping the lone tear that fell from his left eye. "You’re an Alpha, you shouldn’t cry." She muttered, since out of all the sentences that clogged her mind, that seemed like the most reasonable one.