Pine Ridge Lodge sat at the edge of a tranquil mountainous area, characterized by unique pine forests, granite massifs, and listone formations, where the mist never seems to fully lift.
Aside from the storm summoned by Alaric, the altitude keeps the air cool and crisp, while the narrow road winding up to the property ensures its isolation.
Right now, the others were settled in the main lodge, waiting for Violet to win over her other boyfriend, Alaric.
While Asher and Oscar were deep in conversation, Roman and the Beast were left to "bond".
At that mont, Roman burst out of one of the lodge rooms, finally dressed in pants he had stolen from Alaric’s room. Yes, he had found his room already. Haha, he was quite efficient,, wasn’t he?
"Finally, a semblance of normalcy!" Roman declared, striking a pose as if he were on a fashion runway.
Then he pulled out an oversized pants saying, "I don’t know who left these granny pants, but they should fit!"
He tossed the pants at The Beast, who was lounging on a nearby couch, his huge body dwarfing the furniture. The Beast, however, didn’t even flinch nor bother to catch it. The pants landed on the floor, sliding off his muscular thigh and pooling at his feet.
Roman sighed, shaking his head. "Co on, put them on!"
The Beast grumbled. "No."
"Try again," Roman said, crossing his arms defiantly. "Put them on!"
The Beast growled in response, this ti with more force, slamming his massive hand into the wall, causing a crack to spiderweb across the plaster.
"Bad Beast!" Roman chastised, pointing a finger at him as if he were scolding a misbehaving child. The Beast glared back, his expression one of irritation.
Roman rubbed his hand over his face, exasperated. "Don’t make do this, please," he pleaded.
But the next mont,Roman grabbed the pants and approached The Beast. "Alright, lift your leg!"
The Beast, caught off guard, raised one leg, his brow furrowing in confusion. Roman quickly slipped the first leg of the pants onto The Beast’s foot, grinning like a madman. "Good job! Now the other one!"
"Why?" The Beast grumbled, but Roman was already in full swing, encouraging him. "If you’re happy to see your mate, raise your leg!"
This ti around, The Beast raised his other leg quickly, and Roman managed to wrangle the second pant leg on. By the ti he was done, he slumped back into a chair with a sigh.
His eyes were never going to recover from what he had seen. Who even assigned this fate to him?
This ti around, Roman was minding his own business, lounging on the couch with a snack in hand, when he felt a gentle nudge against his side. He glanced over at The Beast, who was looking at him with an expectant expression. Roman rolled his eyes and turned away, ignoring him.
But that only seed to spur The Beast on. With a mischievous grin, he nudged Roman again, this ti more forcefully. Roman lost his balance, slipping off the couch and landing on the floor with a thud.
The Beast howled in laughter, clutching his sides as he thoroughly enjoyed Roman’s misfortune.
Roman, not one to back down, quickly scrambled to his feet, a playful glint in his eye.
"Oh, it’s on!" he shouted, and before one knew it, they were tackling each other to the ground, a flurry of limbs and laughter as they rolled around in a playful scramble.
As they wrestled, The Beast managed to stand up, but Roman was determined not to let go and climbed up his body like a monkey.
Trying to get him off The Beast accidentally knocked down a flower vase, then the chandelier, sending it swaying precariously.
"Roman!" Asher’s voice chided him from across the room, but the warning fell on deaf ears.
The Beast was far gone in their playful antics, and with a gleeful roar, he grabbed Roman and began to toss him around like a ragdoll.
Just then, the door swung open, and in walked Violet and Alaric. The instant The Beast saw Violet, he dropped Roman unceremoniously to the floor and turned to her with an innocent smile, as if nothing had happened.
Roman, now sprawled on the ground, looked up at Violet with a weak grin. "Hello," he managed to say, his voice strained from exertion. He was never babysitting again. He could already feel the bruises forming.
Violet raised an eyebrow, taking in the scene. "What on earth happened here?" she asked, stunned.
"What happens when you let two kids take care of each other." Asher said bluntly, glaring at Roman.
Roman rolled his eyes. He should have co take care of Beast himself if it were that easy.
"Why is he in this form?" Alaric asked puzzled. " Griffin never let’s him out in this form for long."
The Beast heard him and hissed at him.
At once, Alaric lifted his hand in surrender. He won’t be the one provoking him. That creature had serious anger issues.
As if that was not enough, he grabbed Violet to his side and declared. "Mate. Mine."
"Alright, buddy, this is not ti to claim possession. This is ti to talk." Violet said, taking a seat with the Beast doing the sa obediently.
Alaric was impressed with the way Violet handled him knowing The Beast was never docile. The mate bond indeed does wonder. It was at this point, he couldn’t help but feel happy for his friend, Griffin. Perhaps he deserved this bond after all.
"I think it’s ti for to take my leave," Oscar announced. He didn’t want to be there when they started that conversation.
Asher told him. "Be sure to keep an eye on things as I told you."
"Of course, I’ll keep you updated." The beta couldn’t have been more pleased to escape the place.
Minutes later after Oscar left, Violet spoke up. "I’m really glad you all gave a chance to talk things out," she said, her voice sincere.
Alaric, Asher and Roman looked at each other. Even The Beast was calm as if realizing the gravity of the conversation.
"I know so many things have happened so far but be rest assured that nothing is going to break our relationship, not even a mate bond with Griffin. That is why I must tell you about the prophecy and my identity because we have a problem at hand..."
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