Elle’s POV
Sophia shrugged off her coat.
“Finally, we can do whatever the hell we want in here,” she declared, tossing her coat carelessly onto the plush sofa. The casual gesture somehow managed to look both regal and rebellious. “As long as you have status, there’s no service you can’t get. Hell, if I wanted a group of pretty boys to serve us hand and foot, that wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow.”
She walked across the soft carpet with predatory elegance, her heels sinking slightly into the luxurious fibers. Without ceremony, she pressed the communication button. “Send us the A package to our room.”
I blinked, genuinely curious. “What’s the A package?”
Sophia shot me a look that was half–amused, half–exasperated. “Masseurs, of course! Elle.”
Within minutes, there was a soft knock at the door. Four incredibly attractive young human men entered, their heads slightly bowed in respectful deference. I nearly jumped out of my skin I hadn’t expected to be served such… intimate capacities.
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Sophia noticed my shock and chuckled. She was already settling onto one of the massage tables. “Don’t worry, these guys aren’t just pretty faces. They’re professionally trained and damn good at what they do.”
She stretched with feline satisfaction, displaying the casual arrogance that came naturally to powerful werewolves. “Come on, boys. Get to work. I’m about to collapse from exhaustion.”
Sophia moved to the massage table and lay down face–first, and immediately two of the attendants knelt beside her with practiced reverence, beginning what was clearly an expert full–body massage.
I stared, transfixed and slightly horrified.
The remaining two attendants approached me with careful respect. “What would you like us to focus on, ma’am?” Their deference was even more pronounced when addressing me – clearly, they understood exactly who I was.
I started to wave them off, but Sophia’s voice cut through my protest. “She’s seven months pregnant with an Alpha’s child. Focus on her shoulders, neck, and limbs. And don’t you guys have some special therapeutic prenatal technique designed specifically for werewolf mates? Give her the full treatment.”
Before I could object, the two young men were gently guiding me to a reclining chair, kneeling on either side as they carefully removed my shoes and began working on my feet and calves.
“Hey, hey, hey…” I twisted to look at Sophia uncomfortably. “I’m really not used to being served like this…”
Sophia’s voice came muffled from the massage table, completely relaxed. “You’ll get used to it. Elle, you’re way too hard on yourself! You’re Brad Rayne’s mate, but you spend all your time locked up in that estate like some kind of prisoner. You need to learn how to enjoy the perks of elite life.”
She continued, her voice growing more conversational as she relaxed under the skilled hands of her attendants. “Don’t worry about these guys – they’re not random people off the street. They all have monthly health screenings to ensure they’re clean and safe. Of course, if someone takes a particular liking to one of them, arrangements can be made for more… permanent situations. Though personally, I’m not interested in that kind of complication…”
Sophia’s words grew increasingly bold, and I felt heat rise to my ears.
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I looked down at the young man massaging my shoulders and neck. His eyes were bright and intelligent, with an almost ethereal quality that made him strikingly beautiful. How old are you?” I asked gently.
His eyes met mine with genuine warmth. “I’m nineteen, ma’am. I stopped attending regular school when I was fifteen to learn this trade.”
⚫ Looking at his delicate, almost feminine features, I felt a pang of sympathy for the circumstances that had led such a young person into this life. But there
was also a dignity in his demeanor that spoke to a different kind of strength.
The young man seemed to sense my concern and worked even more carefully, meticulously avoiding my pregnant belly while expertly working out knots of
tension I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying.
Watching Sophia’s complete contentment, I gradually stopped resisting and allowed myself to sink into the unfamiliar luxury. These human attendants worked with a skill and attention to detail that was genuinely therapeutic. For the first time in weeks, I felt my body truly relax.
The stress and sleepless nights began to melt away under their careful ministrations. My eyelids grew heavy as they worked on each finger individually, and I found myself drifting into the most peaceful state I’d experienced since… since before everything fell apart with Brad.
I must have dozed off, because when I became vaguely aware of my surroundings again, the quality of the massage had somehow changed. The hands working on my pressure points felt different – stronger, more confident, with an intuitive knowledge of exactly where I needed relief.
When I finally woke up properly, I felt more rested than I had in days. The two attendants were still working quietly on my calves, which had developed some swelling from the pregnancy. At the estate, the human female servants massaged my legs daily, but somehow these young men had an even better
technique.
“That was incredible,” I said, genuinely amazed. “I haven’t slept that well in weeks.”
Sophia was still sprawled on her table like a contented wolf pup, clearly as relaxed as I felt.
I looked around the room, trying to understand what had changed during my nap. There was something different about the atmosphere, though I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
“All right, that’s enough for now,” I told the attendants. “You can go rest.”
The four young men rose gracefully, bowed respectfully, and silently filed out of the room.
Taking a deep breath, I decided I needed some air. I knew Sophia would want a drink when she woke up – it was one of her post–massage rituals. I’d go down to the wine cellar and pick out something nice for her.
‘I’ll be back,” I murmured to the still–relaxed Sophia, and headed for the door.
The wine cellar was located on the basement level, three floors down. The underground location provided the consistent cool temperature needed to properly preserve the collection of premium wines from around the world.
When I reached the cellar, I gave my room number to the manager.
There were already several werewolves browsing the selection unwinding. All of them, it seemed, needed a good drink.
some probably hefe for business negotiations, others for social events, still others just
I walked along a row of shelves organized by vintage and vineyard, quickly locating the Lafite section.
I was reaching for a 1985 Lafite when another hand suddenly pressed down on mine.
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“Excuse me, but I saw this bottle first. Would you mind giving it up?” The voice carried the unmistakable scent of werewoll authority.
I turned to see who was speaking, and my good mood evaporated instantly.
It was that mixed–blood werewolf singer who’d been hanging all over Brad.
Just my fucking luck.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
