With a smile, he presented her with a blue velvet box. “Open it.”
Inside was a smaller, thinner, more delicate bracelet of silver, scrolling metalwork that looked like the branches and leaves of a tree. A tree that was meant to be their family. The roots were two strong limbs that had merged into one and there were ten leaves… one for each of he children they were supposed to have.
Her eyes stung, like she’d been punched in the face.
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it, Enoch.” She presenter her wrist to him for all to see. “Put it on me.”
Cuff me again, she was saying. It was her submission to the bond between them, her perfect and total trust she had in him. She was giving that gift to him in front of their people.
He clasped the bracelet around her wrist. “I never thought we’d be here, Eleanor. Thank you.”
“I guess I really did mean you when I conjured the goblin king to take me away.”
“Is it still gross?” he teased.
“Only how happy I am. That’s pretty fucking gross.” She always made fun of people who were this sappy. Not that she didn’t want other people to be happy, she just thought it was a façade. It was a mask, but it wasn’t. It was real.
“It really is.” He reached out and touched his hand to her stomach. “This life is the best Christmas present you could give me.”
“But I have one more thing to give you.” She conjured his gift into her hand.
It was a bracelet as well, but strong and monolithic. Black titanium. When he looked at it, it was charmed to play their best memories.
And, in front of all of his people, without a care that it looked like she was cuffing him in return, he presented his wrist to her for her gift.
She clasped it around his solid wrist. “You know, I could’ve waited to do this in private.”
“You are my queen. You will lead my armies and my people. I’m as yours as you are mine.”
Warmth spread through her. “Okay, so maybe I won’t still kick you in the dick for that thing with my braids and the snakes.”
He shrugged. “You can if you want to, but if you break it, that’s just going to ruin your day too.”
“Maybe I shall dream up some other form of torture for you.” She raised a brow.
“Oh, I hope so. Because witch, do I ever have plans for you.”
He kissed her then, bending her over backwards in a dramatic sweep and she collapsed into his embrace twining her arms around his neck.
It was, indeed, a very merry hexmas.
Other Books in the Series
Big Bad Billionaire
The Werewolf Tycoon’s Secret Baby
Princess of the Pack (Free)
The Ardennes Curse
Drago Knights MC:
Ondrej
Mikolas
Imre
About the Author
Saranna DeWylde has always been fascinated by things better left in the dark. She wrote her first story after watching The Exorcist at a slumber party. Since then, she's published horror, romance and narrative nonfiction. Like all writers, Saranna has held a variety of jobs, from operations supervisor for an airline, to an assistant for a call girl, to a corrections officer. But like Hemingway said, "Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it." So she traded in her cuffs for a full-time keyboard. She loves to hear from her readers. Website | Facebook | Mailing List | Or for text updates of only new releases text SarannaDeWylde to 24587
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