Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Damien’s POV

I had eventually talked Alora into taking a short nap during our drive to the city, it had been hard to convince her, she had wanted to see everything as we traveled. It made me think that we would have to take plenty of road trips before we became tied down with the bigger responsibilities of our future roles. My mate had been through so much in her life already in just the few short years she had been alive, I wanted to fill the rest of her life with good experiences.

I woke her up just before we reached the City, it was dusk and the City was lit up. Just like I thought she would, Alora gasped in awe, looking excitedly at all the colorful lights of the City. It was a fairly large city, so the lights were numerous, the giant Ferris wheel was a visible landmark for this city. I couldn’t wait to take Alora on it, there was a cheesy fable that if you kissed your love when you reached the top, your love was supposed to last for an eternity.

Granted my and Alora’s love was already eternal, I still wanted to give her that kiss at the top. I was smiling at her excitement, and my own anticipation of her joy when we got to the Park. We needed to go to the Hotel we had booked before we could take off to the Park. The Hotel was a very grand place, it looked fit for royalty. We pulled up to the valet parking and immediately there was a large team of hotel staffers rushing to see to our needs.

Bell hops came over with carts to unload the luggage we would be taking up with us, and valet drivers taking the keys to the vehicles and taking them to be parked. The interior had high tall ceilings with large dripping crystal chandeliers. The floors were white gold veined marble, the support columns were made of the same marble and looked Greek in their design.

There was a formal staircase that was very wide with a pale cream and gold carpet lining the steps. We were lead past the staircase and above balcony to the elevators by the Hotel Manager. The Manager had been waiting inside the Hotel for us, and had greeted my father in-law with a bow of respect.

Then with a sweeping gesture of his hand he said, “This way your Majesties.” before turning to lead the way.

The elevator had reflective gold colored doors, the floor looked like gold veined marble. I knew they were not marble, marble weighed too much to be on the floor of an elevator this large. It fit us all comfortably, that was how big it was. The walls looked like a dark cherry wood, with gold colored bars to hold onto. The panel looked ornate, with curly gold filigree around the black background surrounding the gold buttons, the buttons had black numbers on them.

The elevator was very tall and had a dripping crystal chandelier in here as well, smaller than the ones in the lobby. As we went up to the top floor, the Hotel Manager was telling us about the town festival that was going on. It was set up next to the Amusement Park, the Park being a leading contributor to the festival.

This meant Alora would have more to explore on our outing. My father-in-law asked about a limo service to take us all to the festival, the Hotel manager took out a phone and sent a message to someone, his phone dinged almost instantly after the message was sent. The manager told my father

in-law that a limo would be here to take us to the Park in twenty minutes.

My mate was smiling, her joy and excitement coming to me in waves through our bond, making me happy just because she was. The others were talking and whispering in excited voices, they were all eager for our adventure to the Amusement Park and now the festival. Our suites were on the top floor, the mates all had their own suites. Alora’s brother’s were sharing a suite of their own, the younger boys were excited by that prospect.

Alora and I went into our room, and we were surprised to see our luggage had already arrived. I looked at Alora, she had gone back to the hair dresser before we left, and had her hair put back in the braids she had worn the day her father arrived. They were decorated with silver colored hair ornaments here and there. She wore her silver colored hoops and the necklace I’d given her, on her fingers were the rings her mother had given her.

Looking at the he left ring finger, I started to wonder at the human custom of a wedding ring, wondering if she would like one. A design started to form in my head of what I wanted it to look like, I would have to take some time later and put it on a piece of paper and see if the Witch, who sold Alora my pendent, could make it for us.