"Did she help you with anything?" He seems more concentrated on my jeans and my legs as he runs a hand up my thigh getting closer and closer to the crevice in between my legs. "She helped me with what's going through your head at the moment." His hand freezes when I say that sliding down so it sits back on my knee. "Aren't we supposed to be going to lunch?" "Yes but I have another idea of what we can do." He smirks at me pulling me in closer to him by the back of my knee. "You can wait two weeks," smiling I push his hair back from his eyes as he leans over me. "I can still kiss you though," I don't even have time to nod before his lips are moving against mine softly as he pulls me to lie underneath him his hand sliding beneath my shirt so it can slide over the skin of my hip. *** The last few days with Ryder were great. We had experienced an actual normal relationship for a few days. Well it was sought of normal if you could ignore the five, six foot plus muscled guys that were never too far away from us they helped us to evade a number of short stumpy people who were desperate to get a picture of us. Now I was sat back in the massive ensuite with a hair and makeup artist behind me since Ellie was still in Jordena. Already she had pulled up my hair into a masterpiece of curls that sat at the back of my head with a few lose strands hanging around my face to frame it. She worked slowly on my face keeping everything natural with a faint glow but my eyes she tried to make more dramatic with dark liner and perfectly blended dark smoky eye. It took her nearly an hour and half and a majority of the time I kept staring at the dress in the mirror. The deep purple amethyst colour caught my eye as soon as someone walked in dressed completely in black hung it over the door and left without acknowledging me at all. The dress plunged deeper than what I thought I would be comfortable with but the way that the skirt effortlessly flowed and the lace detail was gorgeous. Once I'm covered with a number of layers of hairspray and finishing powder the woman helps me up from the chair and over to the immaculate dress. "Do you want me to help you into it?" She questions with a soft accent. When I nod gently she pulls the dress from the hanger as I remove the dressing gown I had on. Her warm hands are soft as the material is slid up my body. The dress falls from me easily like it was made for me. The soft folds of the skirt tickle against the smooth shaved skin of my legs. The woman who I hadn't learnt the name holds my hand as she slides a pair of nude strappy heels on my feet. "You look beautiful your majesty." She says as she gently adjusts my hair and makeup. The bristles of the brush tickle my skin as she adds a bronze and a glimmer down the deep neckline and up over my shoulders. The small draft that is moving through the room raises goose bumps to cross over my back and shoulders where only a thin delicate layer of lace covers my skin. "Really?" I ask a hand on my stomach as I try to settle the uneasiness that I feel. "Of course you are. You're our queen. All werewolves have a good gene pool so it makes sense that the highest ranked pairing are amazingly gorgeous so that beauty can be passed down to your children." "Thank you," I whisper my hand still rubbing gently over my stomach. She smiles at me as she spots the location of my hand. "Not yet," I say dismissing the thoughts I can see running through her head. "I apologise, I'm just one of those she-wolves that's a hopeless romantic when it comes to the alphas and Luna's. Speaking of which I'll let you get back to your handsome mate whose just outside that door waiting for you." She squeezes my arm before she takes my hand to help me out to the other room. Ryder and Reynolds are in the bedroom talking quietly between them as Ryder anxiously adjusts the cuffs of his white undershirt. He was in a crisp black suit with a tie in the same deep purple of my dress and from the reflection I can see the medals pinned to his lapel that signal him as a part of the Jordenian royal family. Reynolds notices me first and leaves the room along with the stylist who makes her way back to tidy up all her stuff. Ryder gives Reynolds a confused look before his head turns back towards my direction. He looks lost for breathe as I slowly walk towards him with a soft smile on my face. "I look weird don't I?" I ask sheepishly when I'm stood in front of him. Ryder exhales a breath before the warmth of his hands penetrates through the silky material of the dress as his hands lowers to my waist pulling my body into his slightly. Once my body is pressed against his he slides up a hand to gently run it down the side of my perfectly manicured cheek, his touch like always sending a shock of pleasurable wave's down my spine.