Last time on Blind Hope

"Give her a chance, mi amore. She's practically my sister." Dorian snorted, but didn't say anything. He was simply jealous of Vivian. She knew Hope like the back of her hand, and had even been in the same bed. Dorian's eyes widened.

"Will I have to sleep on the couch again?" Hope sat up in confusion.

"I never made you sleep on the couch to start with." Dorian gasped and turned red. How was he failing so badly at this?

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Vivian sat up in bed and yawned. She had tried to sleep, but it didn't grace her very much. Vivian couldn't believe Hope was hiding something from her. Clearly everything wasn't peaches or Hope wouldn't have lied so much. Her voice always went monotoned when she lied. "Blakey, you need to wakey."

"No, I don't."

"I need help showering. My back and hips are hurting, you monster." Vivian stood up out of bed and stretching, wincing slightly. Blake didn't respond.

"I'm not a monster." He muttered into his pillow. "I'm just a good-"

"Don't you dare finish that."

"And what about me!?" He whined rolling over onto his back. "You hurt my pen-"

"Don't you dare finish that." Vivian raised an eyebrow at him and stood there stiffly. "This'll get better, right?"

"Yeah... I hope not..."

"BLAKE!" Vivian forced herself into the shower and turned on the hot water, clothes on and everything. "Too much effort." She slowly began to loosen up, and sighed in relief. Blake threw open the shower curtain, and Vivian huffed. "Oh so, now you're here when I'm better. Slightly."

"It's red." Vivian looked down and bit her lip to keep from laughing. Blake was being extremely serious. "Did you have to do that?"

"I needed you to stop for a minute, but you were in bliss or whatever."

"But did you have to bite down!?" Vivian turned away, taking a deep breath to stop herself from laughing. "And for heaven's sake, take off my shirt!" He closed the curtain, and Vivian giggled, finishing up her shower. She threw on some clothes and bounced down the stairs to where her Betas were gathered excitedly around a piece of paper.

"What's up, guys?" Rachel looked up happily, and smiled at Vivian.

"Did you talk to Hope last night? Did she tell you about the coronation and Alpha ball!?" Rachel waved a piece of fancy black paper in the air. "YOU'LL NEED A NEW DRESS!!" Vivian lurched forward, jerking the paper from her hand.

"Hope! You little sneak!" Charles' brows knit in confusion at Vivian's response.

"It's weird to hear you speak of our Queen that way... I don't know whether to chide or join in..."

Vivian's read through the invite excitedly.

Alpha Blake and Luna Vivian

You are henceforth invited to the coronation of our future Luna Queen - Hope Harsh-Mann - in two weeks time on the Friday. To follow is a black-tie ball. Make arrangements to stay the night, if you so desire.

Please, R.S.V.P.

Alpha King Dorian Knight

Vivian turned around to face a still grumpy, achy Blake and thrust the piece of paper at him. "Look! A honeymoon trip!" The mornings fight faded away at his own excitement of going somewhere alone with his mate.

The next few weeks were like a blur for Vivian. She and Blake officially marked and held a Luna ceremony. Hope hadn't been able to make it. Well, actually, Vivian hadn't been able to get her on a phone to tell her about the ceremony. The King was staying busy and he didn't take personal phone calls. His personal assistant had no authority to hand over the phone to Hope because she wasn't Queen yet. The result was Vivian become a Luna, and Hope being left in the dark. Since they had parted ways, mind-linking hadn't worked. It bothered Vivian to no end that she didn't know how Hope was doing, and that the last phone call they'd shared, Hope had practically lied the entire time.

"Blake, can we leave tonight?"

"I know you're eager, and so am I, but we can't just impose on the King like that." Vivian gave him a flat look, and he sighed. "Okay, so maybe you're best friends with the Queen. But still."

"I want to see her, and talk, and help her get ready for the ball." Vivian started to run her hands through Blake's hair and plant small kisses on his neck, working her way up. He growled in pleasure, trying to control himself, knowing what she was doing. "Wouldn't that be," she whispered in his ear, "naughty of us?"

"Angel, you're demonic side is showing." Vivian straddled him, teasing him. She kept planting kisses everywhere but where he wanted them. "Angel..."

"Let's leave. Right now." Blake tried to pull her closer to him, but Vivian pushed his hands away. "No touche, Blakey." Blake was dying.

"Okay! Fine! We can-" Vivian squealed, leaping off of him.

"Yay! I'll go pack!" She ran up the stairs, taking two at time. Blake watched her go and frowned.

"But I thought we weren't done." He remained on the couch, pouting.

A while later, Charles walked into the room and flicked the light on. Blake sat on the couch eating a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and muttering strange comments to himself. Charles flicked the lights back off. He silently backed out of the room and pretended he saw nothing.

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