Jade’s POV
The receptionist stared at , not the polite, practiced glance she had given monts ago, but a long, startled look, as if she would have never expected to speak those kind of words.
Her mouth parted slightly, eyes flicking from my face to Mr. Valerio and back again.
Mr. Valerio recovered first.
He cleared his throat softly, his posture straightening, his expression smoothing into calm professionalism. though I saw the surprise still lingering in his eyes.
“Excuse us,” he said gently to the receptionist.
She nodded quickly, murmured an apology, and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
The mont we were alone, the weight of everything I’d been holding in my chest crashed down all at once. Mr. Valerio didn’t rush . He didn’t ask questions imdiately. Instead, he walked around his desk and gestured for to sit.
“Co,” he said softly. “Sit down.”
I obeyed, sinking into the plush chair opposite his desk. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my fingers ached. Mr. Valerio took his seat across from , folding his hands together, studying , not critically, not judgntally, but with an attentiveness that I didn’t realize I needed.
“Tell ,” he said calmly. “What is wrong?”
I took a deep breath.
Then another.
“I’m not sure if you heard,” I began, my voice unsteady, “the mating ceremony was... fast, low key and quiet. But I’m mated now.”
His brow lifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.
“To Alpha Ashford’s sons,” I continued. “Ronan. Ryder. Renzo.”
He leaned back slowly, nodding once.
“Of course,” he said. “Nothing passes by in this pack. And gossips travels is faster than a hunting wolf around here.”
A weak, humorless smile tugged at my lips.
“Well,” I said, swallowing, “I need to get them to want .”
His eyes sharpened, not with suspicion, but with focus.
“My mates hate ,” I went on. “They despise . And we’re going on a honeymoon trip tomorrow. I have little to no ti, and I can’t explain the reason fully, but I need them to want . I need them to sleep with . I need to get pregnant during this trip.”
The words felt heavy as they left my mouth.
For a mont, Mr. Valerio looked skeptical. His gaze lingered on my face, searching, weighing. Then, slowly, his expression softened, and he smiled.
“I’m not going to ask questions,” he said gently, “unless you are comfortable sharing them. What matters is what you’ve asked of .”
He stood, circling his desk, resting a hip against it.
“Seduction,” he continued, “is not sothing easily taught in one night. It’s an art. A language. But your situation is.... different.”
I looked up at him.
“The n you want to seduce are your mates,” he said. “The bond already exists. Attraction already exists. Even if buried under resentnt, confusion, or pride. All you need to do is amplify the attraction that is already there.”
I exhaled shakily.
“And that,” he added, smiling, “is not impossible.”
Hope flickered in my chest, small, fragile, but real.
“First things first,” Mr. Valerio said, clapping his hands once. “What do you usually wear to sleep?”
I blinked. “Umm... I don’t really pay attention to that. Sotis my day clothes. Sotis a regular pajama.”
He shook his head imdiately.
“No, no, no,” he said, wagging a finger. “That will not do. You are going on your honeymoon. Even if emotions are complicated, presentation matters.”
He stood and motioned for to follow him.
“You will need lingerie,” he said. “Very sexy lingerie, and bikinis. To seduce your n and get their gaze latched onto your body.”
My cheeks burned as I followed him into a lavish section filled with silk, lace, and satin. The air slled faintly of vanilla and sothing floral. Racks of exquisite lingerie lined the walls, colors ranging from soft blush to deep, matte black.
Mr. Valerio moved with practiced ease, lifting pieces, examining them, holding them up against .
“This,” he said, selecting a deep erald set, “will bring out your skin tone. Green symbolizes temptation. Mystery.”
He reached for another, a soft ivory lace.
“This doesn’t reveal a lot, but it reveals enough to make your n want to see more. This portrays innocence,” he said. “And n are weak for innocence.”
Then he held out a sexy crimson lingerie
“And this,” he added, eyes sparkling, “is power. Desire. Ownership.”
I watched, overwheld, as he curated pieces with intention, explaining each choice as if he were painting a story on my body.
“Balance,” he said. “You don’t want to overwhelm them all at once. You tease them and make them have no choice but to co to you for more.”
Next ca bikinis, cut to flatter, to reveal, colors chosen to contrast sun kissed skin.
Then we moved to the shoe section.
Heels lined the shelves, sleek, elegant.
As he selected them, he began speaking again.
“Rule number one of seduction,” he said, holding up a pair of delicate heels. “Eye contact. Always. Never shy away from their eyes. Looking away tells them you’re uncertain. Hold their gaze. Let them feel seen. Claid.”
He held out another pair.
“Rule number two, move slowly. Confidence is not loud. It is deliberate and it is sexy. So you’ll wear your heels and strut like the Queen you are, there’s power in your femininity Jade, use it.”
I nodded as I listened attentively.
“Rule number three, your touch is powerful, but only when earned. Don’t give too much at once, n go crazy when you tease them. A slight brush of fingers. A hand on the arm. Never desperate. Never rushed. Never intentional even though it is.”
He glanced at .
“Rule number four,” he added. “Do not apologize for wanting them. There is seduction in boldness, be bold.”
His words sank deep.
He continued offering advice as we walked, how to speak seductively, how to stand close without crowding, how silence could be more seductive than words.
“Make them feel chosen,” he said. “Even when they believe they are in control.”
Then he stopped in front of the salon.
“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head at my hair. “You are not going on your honeymoon like this.”
Before I could protest, he guided to a chair and rolled up his sleeves.
He worked with care, fingers gentle but confident, transforming my hair into soft, defined curls that frad my face beautifully. When he was done, my reflection startled .
I barely recognized myself.
Next ca the spa.
I was handed off to assistants who pampered , facials, nails, skin treatnts. Ti blurred. My worry softened. Fear loosened its grip.
When I returned to Mr. Valerio, he was waiting.
He led to a mirror.
I stared.
My skin glistened, healthy and radiant. My hair cascaded perfectly. I wore no heavy makeup, just light touches he had taught himself.
I looked... beautiful.
For the first ti in a long while, I believed I was actually beautiful.
“You see?” Mr. Valerio said softly. “The power was always there.”
He turned to .
“One last thing,” he said. “Rember this, seduction is not about changing who you are. It’s about allowing yourself to be seen. To seduce anyone, you first of all need to believe in yourself, you need to be confident in your body, you portray what you feel within Jade, so all these will be for nothing if you still continue to doubt yourself. Believe that you are beautiful, pretty, sexy and everything else will be like a walk in the park”
I nodded, emotion thick in my chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He smiled warmly. “You’re ready, Jade. You’ve got this.”
I left with bags full of luxury, lingerie, clothes, shoes, and sothing far more important.
Confidence.
Ronan. Ryder. Renzo.
You guys aren’t even ready for what’s coming.
This honeymoon trip is about to be a very morable one.
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