She realized that he had changed her into a soft pink nightgown, with nothing underneath. 

"Only an hour," he replied and leaned towards the bedside table to pick a tray of food, which contained Aglio e Olio, olives, anchovies with Parmesan cheese grated over it lavishly. An assortment of blueberries and strawberries in the bow on the side caught her eyes. Her stomach rumbled. 

"My baby wants food," he said tenderly as he picked a strawberry, dipped it in chocolate sauce and made her bite into it. 

Dawn sank her teeth into it. At this point of time, she didn't mind getting spoiled to the hilt. As she ate, some brown sauce dripped out on her lips and Daryn leaned forward to lick it away from there. "How come you are the sexiest woman I have ever encountered," he said as he made her bite more of it after dipping it in even more sauce. 

A grin came over her face. "Did you even meet women?" 

He raised his eyebrow. He was perhaps the handsome guy, women ever wanted. "Please remember that I had to get a restraining order from a model, and she was no ordinary woman – she was a Hollywood model," he said as he slanted his body towards her face to lick more of the brown sauce that he now wished was on her body. And just like that his imagination made his cock pulse heavily. "And don't forget that I had almost a dozen women before you, and they were all dying for my company, dying to have me between their thighs." He wanted to make her jealous. 

His girl didn't take the bait. She spread her legs apart lazily and picked up aglio e olio from the tray. Her nightgown came above her thighs and her nipples became hard against the gown. They peaked below the fabric in the most tantalizing way. "There were men who were dying to come between my thighs," she said as she flicked her hair back and took a mouthful of spaghetti. "Oops!" she said, when a noodle slipped from her mouth and 'accidentally' went inside her gown. 

The jealous Alpha who was now on the verge of explosion at this blatant exposé of cleavage, thighs and perked up nipples and the fact that she hadn't worn anything beneath, was breathing heavily. His eyes were heavy-lidded. He tried his best to control his rage. "Which men?" he asked. He had to kill all of them. 

She clucked. "Nope! I won't tell you." She looked at him with her emerald green eyes under her thick eyelashes. "So what were you saying? You had a dozen of sluts around you?" She said as she lifted her knee up and her gown slid down further showing the pink folds. On the inside she wanted to claw them all, gouge their eyes for laying them on her possession. 

Daryn couldn't hold a candle against her as far as making her jealous was concerned. Consumed with lust, he started panting as he stared at his woman. She was terrifyingly beautiful. 

Daryn's hand went to the zipper of his pants. He growled. "You have been successful in making the Alpha of the Silver Clan jealous, woman. And that means punishment." He was staring at her gown, which was dangerously low. 

"Oh! Have I?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. She slipped up another noodle making a slurp sound with her plump rosy lips, trying to take it in her mouth and then carelessly dropping it again inside her gown. "I am so messy," she said in a dulcet voice. 

The Silver Crescent Alpha was now imagining those lips against his throbbing shaft. "You wench!" he rasped. "I know what you are doing, but I am not going to fall for you!" He gritted his teeth and then shifted in his place trying to adjust his growing erection in his jeans. 

She pretended not to listen to him. Digging her finger in her gown, she tried to retrieve the noodle and failed 'miserably', only making her mounds wiggle. "Umm.. What did you say?" she said as the knee that was up now plopped on the side, opening her legs wider and exposing her sex completely. She took another bite of the spaghetti and sighed. "Clumsy me…" 

Next moment, Daryn had snatched the tray of food from her and kept it aside. "Eat me baby," he said. 

She giggled while struggling and shaking her head. 

But he had already pinned her beneath him with his body and her hands above her head with his vise-like grip. Her pink gown was ripped off her body. 

After making wild love on the bed, on the couch next to bed, in the portico, on their bedroom's rug when they finally made it back to their bed, they were sweating. 

"Woman, I will never make you jealous again!" he panted. 

"I wasn't jealous," she reminded him. 

"Fine! I give up. I was jealous!"

"Good," she smiled. "I am hungry again," she said. Daryn gave her the fruits to eat. 

"The spaghetti is cold," he said, almost apologizing. 

"Doesn't matter," she said and grabbed it from him. It was one of the most amazing nights she had had in a long time. Her position as the Luna of the Lykae was secured. And Pia was shown her place. With council members passing the judgment, she couldn't even go against their wishes. Pia had fallen into the trap she had so carefully and painstakingly built around her. An devilish smile formed on her lips inadvertently. 

Suddenly she heard a whoosh of air outside their house. It was as if a strong gust of wind had rocked all the trees that surrounded the mansion. 

Alarmed, Daryn got up. 

"He's gone," said Dawn as she placed the plate back on the side table. She knew that she sounded harsh, but Cole was only fifteen. He had to wait until he had come of age. He had to wait until she got the Wyatt group back in her hands. 

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Lily Wyatt was in meeting with the top lawyers of the town—those who weren't engaged by the Silver House and who could go against the most prominent and powerful people of the industry. 

"I need to get out of this defamation case," she said in a gravelly voice. 

Hertz, who was heading them all said, "Then you have to get a certificate that you are suffering from amnesia or Parkinson's."