I laid curled up against him, exhausted but full of love.

His hand was around my shoulders, his other hand was twirling my hair around his fingers. His lips swollen, hair messy and falling over his forehead and his neck and shoulders painted with all the dark hickeys that I gave him.

Sighing in satisfaction, I leaned back further into him and he kissed my hair that was wrapped around his fingers.

I want to remain like this forever. In his arms, in his comfort, in his his love.

"Tell me you love me." I told him, even though he had told me a hundred times in the past one hour that he loves me while making love to me on the couch.

His lips pressed to my cheek lingeringly. "I love you."

"Again."

He then pressed his lips to my eye. "I love you."

"More."

He chuckled softly. "You are insatiable."

I tilted my head to meet his lips with my own. "I know."

He just pecked my lips and leaned back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Enough, I am tired now."

I scowled at him and smacked his chest. "That's not fair."

"Life's not fair, babe." He smiled slyly.

I huffed making him chuckle and at the same time his phone which was lying on the coffee table buzzed and a notification went off.

He picked up the phone to check it and I glanced towards it to see that he received a notification from Instagram, someone has liked his post.

"Oh, looks like you got a follower." I said as he opened his account and since I was trying to peep in his phone he noticed that and lowered down his phone so that I could see too.

"You have already got ten followers and eleven likes on your post." I spoke, kinda surprised. "Open the followers list."

He opened the list and brows furrowed in displeasure. "They are all women."

"Do you want me to remove them?" He asked innocently, not aware how estatic boys get when a woman follow them. "Should I make my account private?"

Ah, green flag much.

"No, let it be. They can watch all they want but that doesn't change the fact that you are mine."

"So possessive." He murmured huskily.

Grinning, I checked out all the accounts that were following him.

"Okay, now you gotta post one picture with me so they all know you are married."

"Okay." He agreed instantly and smiling I took the phone from him and opened its front camera and extended my arm upward to take a selfie and smiled with all my teeth on display. But before I could click the picture, he grabbed my chin and turned my face to him and pressed our lips together just as I clicked the picture.

And when I checked it with a blush on my face, I noticed the picture was slightly blurry but overall it was freaking cute and aesthetic.

Giggling like a child, I applied a light filter on it and before posting it, I handed the phone back to him, letting him write the caption.

His fingers hovered over the keypad and he chewed on his lips ruminating what to write.

"Let's keep it simple." He said after a minute of thinking and he typed: My love for my wife is more than the ice creams ❤️❤️.

"How's this?"

"Perfect." I gave him a thumbs up and he posted the picture after tagging me in it.

And I threw my arms around his neck. "I love you!"

"You are this happy just because of the post?"

"Yes." And I peppered kisses all over his face making him laugh.

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"I know the perfect place for our first date!" I jumped up with excitement.

Actually I have been jumping with excitement ever since Elysian told me he would like to take me out on a date this morning, after we confessed our love for each other yesterday.

"And that is?"

"Your mother's house!"

He raised a brow. "You want to go on date to my mother's house? I may have never dated before but one doesn't take their partners to their mother's house for the date."

"No, I actually meant to see those flowers again. They were beautiful." I corrected myself. "And your mom is really sweet plus I guess she wouldn't mind giving us some privacy."

"Hmm...okay. If you want we can go there."

"Yes!" I clapped my hands making him smile and kiss my forehead.

So, an hour later, we found ourselves standing infront of her door after we had already informed her about our plans and she was more than happy about it and offered to cook us whatever we want to eat for our date.

The door soon opened and we were ushered inside after she kissed our cheeks lovingly. "It's so good to see you both again!"

She had cooked so many dishes for us and had spread out a sheet back in the garden, next to the flowers and placed a small table over it which was ladened with food and beverages.

And yes, she gave us privacy immediately as she closed the door to the garden leaving us alone.

"See, I told you this would be the best." The smile never left my face, it hadn't actually since yesterday.

His palm was cupping his cheek with his elbow resting on the table, his eyes never left mine. "Yes...this is beautiful."

My cheeks reddened and my butterflies swarmed my stomach. "I was talking about the flowers."

"But I was talking about you."

"You are flirting with me." I rolled my eyes even though I was blushing and smiling.

"Can't I flirt with my wife?"

"You can. I just didn't imagine you to say such romantic things."

"You underestimate me, wifey."

"You can always prove me wrong." And I winked at him seductively.

His eyes darkened in response. "Wait till we get home."

"You are getting bolder and bolder, Mr Leonidas, you sure learn things quite fast."

"Oh, I will be showing you what all I learnt later tonight." The heat of his gaze settled in between my legs.

And my thighs clenched together and I shifted around and waved my hand in the air. "Okay, please change the topic."

He had the audacity to smirk. "Getting uncomfortable?"

"Shut up."

"Want me to help you?" His smirk deepened.

"Hush, Elysian! We are in your mom's house!"

He let out a deep chuckle and leaned back, enjoying the flushed look on my face. "You are cute."

"Not more than you." I teased him.

But this time, surprisingly he didn't argue on that. "Thanks."

"You are not going to say that you are not cute like you always say?"

He shook his head. "You calling me cute is a compliment and I love it when my wife compliments me."

"Finally, you accepted it."

Before we could continue our flirting, my stomach growled with hunger and my face flushed with embarrassment.

"Come here, Farren."

I was on my knees in an instant, moving closer to him and sat beside him and he wrapped his arm around my waist.

He pulled one of the plates filled with red sauce spaghetti along with meat balls and he swirled some of it on the fork and held it to my mouth.

My heart warmed at his gesture and I opened my mouth and ate it from his hand and he continued feeding me until I was full.

"You haven't eaten anything." I pointed out as he wiped my mouth with a napkin.

He handed the fork to me and said, "Feed me."

It was too cheesy but I didn't care. For me it was wholesome.

"Okay." I grinned and started to feed him and for the whole time he stared intensely at me making me blush from time to time.

By the time we came back, my heart couldn't handle so much of his love.

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On Monday evening, we strolled out of the work, with Elysian's arm around my shoulder as we walked to his car already planning when and where our next date will be.

I was talking to him animatedly when he halted all of a sudden, his features hardening.

I followed his gaze and saw three huge, scary men leaning against his car and they all pushed off the car on seeing us and walked in our direction.

Elysian's hand dropped from my shoulder and he put me behind him and pulled out his gun and cocked it.

The three of them stopped infront of us, their eyes staring into Elysian's and Elysian didn't back down.

One of them broke the stare only to look over Elysian's shoulder and before I could see what he was looking at, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head and my world turned black as I fell down.

My head was throbbing when I woke up, the coolness of the floor I was lying on seeped through my cheeks and I somehow forced myself to stand up.

I was in a room, a plain, empty room which just had a door on its side and two cameras mounted on the walls.

Where the fuck am I? And where is Elysian? I hope he is okay...

They better not hurt a single hair of his or I am going to burn down their whole mafia.

As I was contemplating on what to do, I heard the door click and the doorknob turned and pushing open the door, someone walked in.

My eyes widened when I took in the sight of Hector standing right in front of me, his gaze unfazed as they locked into mine. "Farren. You are awake finally."

"The fuck is going on?"

A sinister look took over his face. "You think your father can kill mine and I would just sit back and watch?"

Father? My eyes widened further realising what he meant. It didn't take long to connect the dots. "You...you are a...a Caligo. You are Damon's son."

"Yes, I am."

"You have been betraying my father all along? All these years? He trusted you so much, Hector!"

"Does it look like I care? That's why I was there...to gain his trust. And to destroy him."

What. The. Fuck.

He stalked towards me, slowly, carefully with the pose of a predator about to feast on his prey. "And I ain't Damon's only child... there's one more. Someone who is the heir to the Caligos. Their new leader."

"Would you like to meet him?" His face inched closer to mine.

No. He can't mean that. No... it's not true.

"Aeron? Could you please come in?" He called out.

And the breath got knocked out of my chest and my blood ran cold when Elysian walked in. Their leader. A Caligo himself.