Chosen by a Wolven

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Chapter 34

Melissa yawned and snuggled down deeper under the cover next to the naked warmth of her new husband.

“Mm… keep that up and we’ll be going another round before breakfast,” Trenton murmured as she brushed her leg over his.

Laughing softly, she purposely began to move her hand that way next.

Trenton had just given a sexy growl and turned to face her when there was a knocking at their hotel room door. “Who could that be?”

Melissa shrugged, loudly calling out, “Who is it?”

“Room service,” a disembodied voice said through the door.

“Food!” Melissa shouted as her stomach growled.

Trenton chuckled as he stood and pulled on the robe provided by the hotel. Heading for the door, he opened it to find a waiter and a cart on the other side. Giving the waiter a tip, he pulled the cart inside and closed the door. “Oh, look, they even provided us with a newspaper.”

Melissa watched him pick it up and unfold it. She sat up quickly as all the color drained from his face, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Trenton cleared his throat. “The newspaper is from your friend Lisa and she placed a sticky note on it. It reads, saw this morning, giving you a head up.” He glanced at her, holding it out to her, and saying, “Melissa, we made the front page.”

Melissa took the paper from his shaking hand. Right there in black and white was a picture of them kissing next to the taxi after they had left the chapel.

“Anyone still wondering, what happened to famous lingerie model Foxxy Jacobs since she suddenly retired?” Melissa began reading. “Well, wonder no more, because we have an answer. It would seem she disappeared for romantic reasons, like finding a husband.

“Do you know who the man is in the picture? Don’t worry if you don’t because we know the answer to that question too. His name is Trenton Davison, the millionaire who disappeared into thin air after his very public break-up with fiancé Annie Howell two years ago.

“The question is, how long has this been going on? Could Foxxy Jacobs have been the reason for Mr. Davison’s broken engagement? That we don’t know. What we do know, is that not long ago Foxxy was at it hot and heavy with male model Chad Livingston. We’d even heard they were engaged to be married. Then she disappears, only to reappear and marry someone else.

“Our next question is, will Foxxy disappear with her millionaire husband in a puff of smoke? Or will she drag her new hubby back into the limelight with her? Sadly, only the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Davison know the answers to those questions.”

Melissa lay the paper down on her lap with a heavy sigh.

Trenton, who now had a pained look on his face, whispered, “I can’t go back to that life, Melissa.”

Getting up, she walked over and wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his hurt through their bond and her wolven didn’t like it, not one bit. She wanted her chosen one happy again like he’d been earlier when they had awakened. So, she gently ran her fingers through his hair as she whispered, “Oh, my sweet man, I don’t expect you to.”

Trenton stood with his face buried in the crook of her neck as he took deep breaths. “They were brutal, Melissa, they followed me everywhere throwing questions at me. They wanted to know if I broke it off or if she broke it off. They wanted to know if one of us had been cheating on the other. They terrorized my secretary wanting to know if I’d been having an affair with her. They followed my dad around, asking what the broken engagement meant as far as the talks of merging the two companies. They followed my mom wanting to know if she knew what I’d done to cause the breakup. It was never-ending.”

“They can be relentless, that’s true. I never had to worry too much about it because Lisa always took care of my publicity for me. Then, when I left the spotlight, I disappeared before anyone was told I’d retired.” Still gently rubbing his back, she kissed the side of his head as she added, “I have no plans to go back to that life, Trenton, ever. Trust me, in a few weeks, I’ll just be another has-been model that nobody is interested in. I know this for a fact because I’ve seen it happen to others.”

He pulled back to say, “Are you sure? You haven’t been gone long, what if you began to miss it and want to go back?”

Reaching up, she gently caressed his cheek. “I don’t need that life anymore, my sweet man. I have you now and you’re the only one I want to see my body half-dressed. You’re the one I want to spend my time with and hopefully soon…”

She paused, thinking about what she’d almost said. I almost said, “hopefully soon we’ll have a baby to take up my time”. But I don’t know if he even wants babies or not because it isn’t something we’ve talked about.

“Soon what?”


He smiled and whispered back, “I would love to have babies with you. Although I do wonder if they will be wolven or human?”

“Who knows, who cares. They will be ours and I’ll love them all, however many you bless me with.”

Trenton raised an eyebrow before a teasing look came into his eyes and he asked, “So, if I want a dozen babies, will you give them to me?”

“Well, maybe not a dozen. I may be wolven, but I don’t feel the need to have a litter of little wolvens. Three or four will be plenty, thank you very much.”

Trenton threw his head back and laughed.

Melissa felt her wolven give a relieved whine inside because her chosen was happy once more. So, grabbing ahold of the lapel on his robe, she pulled him over to the table. Pushing him gently down, she brought the breakfast cart over. Next, she sat down on his lap and uncovered the plate to find bacon, sausage, toast, and eggs.

“Mm… looks good,” she said as she picked up a fork. She stabbed a bit of egg and held it up to his mouth, waiting for him to open. “I will feed you. This time, sweet man, you have no excuses not to allow it because there is nobody around to see.”

He smiled and opened wide.

Two days later they finally decided it was time to go home.

Trenton was worried his dog, Blue, would be missing him.

Melissa was missing the comforts of her home also.

He called his dad’s pilot so that the jet would be waiting at the airport when they reached it. Unfortunately, that didn’t keep them from getting out of their unseen. When they walked out of the hotel, a reporter and cameraman were circling like vultures waiting for them.

Trenton stiffened and inhaled sharply.

Melissa reached for his hand and held it tightly. “It’s okay, sweet man. I’m here with you and maybe it’s time we gave them something to chew on. Then perhaps they’ll leave us be.”

Trenton gave a slight nod of agreement.

“Mr. Davison!” The reporter shouted.

The two of them stopped and waited until the man was standing in front of them. He had a big grin on his face as he mentioned, “You’re a hard man to catch, Mr. Davison, but I promise not to take up much of your time. First, I just want to say congrats on your marriage, your wife is a beautiful woman.”

“Yes, she is,” Trenton agreed, stiffly, his face now emotionless.

“Anyway, everyone has been speculating as to whether you’ll be going back to work for your father now or if you plan to start a new business venture.”

Melissa looked up at Trenton, once more giving his hand a squeeze of encouragement.

“I have no interest in my father’s company and he plans to leave it to my cousin when he retires because he knows I don’t want it,” Trenton coldly replied. “As far as a new venture, I do have one. Well, I did anyway.” He sighed heavily.

Melissa knew he was thinking of all the work that would have to be done to get his bookstore up and running again.

The reporter turned to Melissa. “What about you? Any plans to return to modeling?”

“No. I’m perfectly happy with retirement life,” she answered. “Now I have a husband, I don’t plan to show my undergarments, or my body, to anyone but him.”

“There are other things besides lingerie you could model. Are you sure you won’t miss the limelight?” The reporter pushed.

“No, I won’t miss it at all,” she said, laughing at the man. “As I said I have a husband now and his happiness is my number one priority. Now, if you will excuse us, we have places to be.”

Ignoring the man’s yelled questions, they walked away. Climbing into the taxi that waited, they never looked back. When they arrived at the airport, they had to do a bit of ducking to avoid more reporters. They managed to do it though, laughing like naughty children as they finally made it to the jet.

“Get us in the air, I’m ready to go home,” Trenton had told the pilot.

“Yes, sir,” the pilot answered.

Then they were in the air and headed back to Idaho.

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