Chapter 241 Get Him To Emma

Chapter 241 Get Him To Emma
Victoria's POV

A soft golden glow brushed my cheeks, coaxing me from sleep, while a warm, heavenly scent of pancakes drifted through the air, laced with the sweet promise of maple syrup and the rich, earthy pull of fresh coffee.

My heart did a little dance, a smile blooming before my eyes even fluttered open.

Apollo. My Apollo, my perfect fiancé, up early, making breakfast just for me!

The thought wrapped around me like a warm blanket, filling my chest with a joy so full it felt like it might spill over and flood the room.

I stretched, the cool sheets sliding against my skin, and slipped out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.

Each step toward the kitchen intensified the aroma, tugging me forward like a siren's call.

And there he was—Apollo, standing at the stove, his broad shoulders shifting with quiet confidence as he flipped a pancake.

In his fitted T-shirt and sweats, he looked like every dream I'd ever had, and my heart fluttered, a warm ache spreading through me.

I couldn't help myself. I tiptoed up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against the solid warmth of his back, breathing in his clean, woodsy scent that felt like home.

"Baby, you're awake, you little sleepyhead," Apollo said, turning to face me with that heart-stopping smile that turned my knees to jelly.

His voice was a warm caress, teasing yet tender, like he was savoring the quiet intimacy of this moment as much as I was.

I giggled, nuzzling closer, letting his scent and warmth anchor me. "Baby, I love you so much," I murmured. "You got up early to make me breakfast? God, you're too good to me."

He paused, just for a fleeting second, then his smile deepened, his eyes locking onto mine with a warmth that felt like sunlight. "I wanna spoil you forever, Vic," he said, his voice low, earnest, wrapping around my heart. "I wanna take care of you, always."

My breath caught, and I beamed up at him, feeling like I could float away on the wave of love crashing through me.

"I'm so lucky," I said, my voice bubbling with uncontainable joy. "I swear, I'm the happiest girl in the whole damn world."

Apollo's chuckle was soft, his eyes shining in that way that made me feel like I was his entire universe.

"Then I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he said. "Come on, let's eat breakfast, then we'll go meet Nathan and Rachel to talk wedding plans."

"Yes!" I squealed, practically bouncing on my toes, my excitement spilling over.

I stepped in front of him, rising on tiptoe to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, my hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers.

His warmth clung to me as I pulled back, grinning so wide my cheeks ached, then skipped to the dining room, my heart as light as a summer breeze.

Breakfast was a dream—fluffy pancakes dripping with syrup, crispy bacon, and coffee brewed exactly how I loved it, strong with just a touch of cream.

Apollo's eyes kept finding mine, his smile soft and adoring, making my heart skip.

After we finished, we changed—me into a flowy sundress that swished around my knees, him into jeans and a button-down that hugged his frame in all the right places.

Hand-in-hand, we headed out to find Nathan and Rachel, the compound buzzing with life around us. Pack members stopped us, their voices warm with admiration.

"Victoria, you're glowing!" one woman called. "You're so lucky to have Apollo."

"You two are straight out of a fairy tale!" another grinned, and I squeezed Apollo's hand, my cheeks flushing with pride and love.

"Thanks," I said, glancing up at him.

He flashed that perfect, charming smile, pulling me closer, his arm a steady anchor as we walked.

In the strategy room, Tyler was hunched over a table strewn with blueprints and maps as he studied a diagram with laser focus.



"Hey, bro!" I called, bouncing into the room, my voice bright with excitement. "We're here!"

Tyler looked up, his serious expression softening, a teasing glint sparking in his eyes. "You two really got engaged that fast, huh?" he said, leaning back. "I haven't even had a chance to grill Apollo properly."

I laughed, nudging Apollo's side. "Oh, come on, Ty. You know I've got impeccable taste. You think I'd fall for someone who wasn't incredible?"

Tyler's gaze flicked to Apollo, narrowing slightly, like he was searching for something beneath the surface.

"I don't know," he said slowly. "Guess not. Apollo's a hard worker, I'll give him that. Executed every order flawlessly during the war."

I puffed out my chest, pride surging through me. "Exactly! My guy's the best."

Apollo chuckled, his arm slipping around my waist, warm and possessive.

"Don't worry, Tyler," he said, his voice smooth as honey. "I'll spend my whole life treating Victoria right. I've never loved anyone like I love her. I'll prove it every single day."

Tyler's eyes stayed guarded, but he nodded. "Alright. I won't interfere with Victoria's choices, but if you ever hurt her, Apollo, I'll end you. No hesitation."

I rolled my eyes, swatting Tyler's arm playfully. "Oh my gosh, Tyler, chill. He's gonna treat me like a queen forever."

Before Tyler could reply, the door swung open, and Nathan strode in, cradling little Mateo in one arm, Rachel's hand in the other.

"Well, look at this party," Nathan said, his deep voice warm with amusement. "Everyone's here."

Rachel's face lit up as she saw me, pulling me into a quick, tight hug. "Congrats, Victoria!" she said, her voice full of warmth. "I'm so happy for you."

I blushed, hugging her back, my heart full. "Thanks! Congrats to you too!"

Nathan set Mateo down gently, then clapped his hands. "Alright, since we're all here, let's talk business. Take a seat."

We settled around the table, Apollo's hand resting on my thigh.

Nathan's expression turned serious. "The world's mostly at peace now, but Kael is still out there. We can't let our guard down. Tyler, send a team to hunt him down."

"Got it," Tyler said, scribbling a note. "I'll handle it ASAP."

Nathan nodded, then turned to Apollo. "Apollo, tell Caelum that you both are in charge of pack and personnel resettlement. War's left strays. Rogues who don't comply go to the dungeon. Cooperative ones get jobs and integrate."

"Understood," Apollo said.

Nathan's gaze softened as he looked at me. "And you, Victoria? Happy?"

I nodded, my eyes finding Apollo's, his warm and adoring.

"So good. I'm cherishing each second of happiness," I said.

Rachel touched my arm, her smile gentle. "Seeing you this happy makes my heart full," she said.

Apollo stated, "I'll always take care of her, I promise."

Suddenly, Mateo let out a piercing wail, his tiny face crumpling.

Rachel's eyes widened, and she scooped him up, her voice tight with worry. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Before anyone could react, Mateo gagged, then vomited, a small puddle staining Rachel's shirt.

Nathan's face drained of color, his usual calm shattering.

"Shit," he muttered, standing fast. "We need to get him to Emma. Now."