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Chapter 64
When I finished the last of the transfers, a wave of relief and pride washed over me.
I had worked so hard to reach this point, and now it was done.
The feeling of accomplishment was overwhelming, and I knew this was a moment worth celebrating.
To mark the occasion, I decided to treat myself and invited Branwen to join me for dinner.
I chose one of the best restaurants in the area, a place known for its elegant atmosphere and delicious food.
lt like the perfect way to celebrate this important milestone and share the moment with someone who had been by my side throughout the journey.
That evening, I arrived at the restaurant a little early.
The place was beautiful, with soft lighting, elegant decor, and an atmosphere of quiet sophistication.
I had chosen it carefully, wanting the night to feel special.
It wasn’t long before Branwen arrived, and the moment he walked in, I couldn’t help but notice how perfect he looked.
He wore a sharply tailored suit that fit him flawlessly, highlighting his broad shoulders and strong, confident posture.
His every step was composed and sure, as if he belonged in the center of everyone’s attention.
In his hands, he carried
a
bouquet of: roses.
The flowers were a deep, vibrant red, their soft petals catching the light and making them stand out even more.
They looked beautiful, but Branwen’s presence made them seem even more striking.
As he walked toward me, it felt as though the entire room quieted, as if all eyes were drawn to him.
There was something commanding about him, a natural confidence that made it impossible to look away.
It wasn’t just his appearance, it was the way he carried himself, effortlessly poised and calm, as though nothing could disturb him.
“Congratulations,” he said warmly, handing me the roses.
His smile was sincere, but there was something in his eyes, something softer, more intimate, that made my heart flutter.
“Thank you,” I replied, taking the flowers. “You didn’t have to do this, Branwen.”
He tilted his head slightly, his expression teasing.
“Why wouldn’t I celebrate your success? You’ve worked hard for this, and you deserve it.”
Before I could say anything, Branwen leaned in closer, and before I realized what was happening, he kissed me softly on the cheek.
His lips were warm and lingered just long enough to make my heart skip a beat.
As he pulled back slightly, his breath brushed against the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
The gesture seemed so natural, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world for him to do.
But to me, it was anything but ordinary.
My skin tingled where his lips had touched, and a wave of warmth spread through me, making my cheeks flush.
I tried to keep my composure, but my thoughts were a whirlwind.
Was this just Branwen being his usual affectionate and supportive self, or did it mean something more?
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ant left me feeling both flustered and curious, unsure of how to respond or what to make of it.
1 glad at him, trying to gange his intentions.
Was this just Branwen being his usual supportive self, or was there something more to it?
His calm demeanor gave nothing away, and I decided not to dwell on it.
We sat down at our table, and the conversation flowed easily.
Branwen and I talked about the progress I had made, the challenges I had overcome, and the next steps in my plan.
He listened attentively, offering insights and advice that were both practical and encouraging.
ve come so far,” he said, raising his glass to me. “Soon, everything will be as it should.”
I smiled, touched by his unwavering support. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Branwen. You’ve always been there for me.”
He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’d do the same for me.”
As the evening went on, our conversation shifted to lighter topics. We talked about the pack, our childhood memories, and even a few funny moment: we had shared.
There was an ease between us that I hadn’t felt with anyone else in a long time.
At one point, Branwen leaned back in his chair, studying me thoughtfully. “You know,” he began, his tone light but curious, “we’ve talked about everything except your personal life.
Is there anything you want to share?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?*
He smiled knowingly. “Like Silas.
You two were chosen mates, but now that the bond is severed, have you ever thought about finding your fated mate?”
The question caught me off guard. I hadn’t thought about a fated mate in years.
Silas had taken that dream away from me when he marked me as his Luna, and I had buried the idea deep within me.
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