The Ivory Queen
Chapter 78

***Aurora’s POV ***

I wake up to soft k****s on my cheeks, forehead and nose before a husky voice urges me to open my eyes.

“Wake up, my love,” Oliver whispers, nibbling on my ear. “It’s your big day today.”

I g***n, pleading for five move minutes before burying my face in his chest. Oliver chuckles, brushing my hair lightly with his fingers. Since I refuse to get up, Oliver slides his hand down my side towards my butt and gives my a*s a squeeze.

“No more waiting,” he chuckles. “I’ve waited almost 6 months for this day. I want my Luna.” My eyes flutter open and he smiles at me. “There she is. Absolutely perfect.”

His lips crash onto mine and I smile against his k**s. He climbs on top of me and settles in between my legs before grinding his h**s against mine.

“Ok! I’m awake!” I giggle, playfully smacking his chest and pushing him off. “You’re heavy, get off!”

Oliver shuts me up with a k**s and whisks me off to the bathroom where he sets me down on my stool.

I watch as he draws a bath, adding oils, bubbles, and lots of rose petals. Pleased with his work, he turns to me and asks me to strip before doing the same himself. He eases into the tub and I settle between his legs, my back to his chest. I feel his lips on my shoulder and I close my eyes to enjoy his touch.

He takes the sponge and starts to wash my body, gently scrubbing my back and shoulders. I let him work when I feel him reach my core, his fingers teasing my entrance. I bite my lower l*p and I hear him chuckle in my ear as my body stiffens.

“Relax, baby girl,” he soothes. “I want you to do something for me…”

I give him my full attention.

“I want you to play with yourself,” he whispers, taking my hand and guiding it towards my honey pot.

I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I’d done it a few times but never in front of Oliver.

“W-why?”

He bites my earlobe playfully. “I want to watch you… I want to see how you unravel,” he smirks.

I blink hard and face forwards. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-“

“Trust me, watching you lose it is a pleasure in it of itself.”

I nod my head and slowly slip a finger inside my slit, gently messaging my inner walls. With my other hand, I cup one of my breasts, teasing my n****e. A soft m**n leaves my lips and Oliver k****s my shoulder. I feel his c**k harden against my back, turning me on.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his smirk never leaving his lips.

“Y-you,” I whimper, continuing to work my fingers in and out slowly.

“And what am I doing to you?”

I press my thumb against my little bundle of nerves and my h**s buck.

“Y-you are -” I stop to rub my clit in circular motions and lose my train of thought.

Oliver snaps me out my daze by pinching my n****e. “Focus baby. What am I doing to you?”

“f*****g me,” I m**n, rubbing harder. “S-soo good…. So f*****g good.”

He starts kissing my neck and before I know it, his teeth sink into my mark. My legs jerk as a minor explosion erupts between my thighs and I cry out in pleasure. Dazed, my hands desperately seek an anchor and I grip the sides of the tub as I ride my high.

Oliver has other plans, however, and I feel his fingers slip between my slick folds, finding my clit with ease. I clamp my legs together, unable to bear any more pleasure but Oliver’s free hand pulls back one of my thighs to give better him access and he plunges in deeper.

“Oh goddess,” I gasp as he moves his fingers in and out with quick thrusts. I suck in my breath when I feel him tease my clit, rolling his thumb over it.

He finally snaps and lifts me onto his shaft in a single swift motion. I scream his name as he starts pumping me up and down along his rod, water splashing onto the floor. His grunts and my m***s echo off the tile walls for several minutes as we both seek out our release. Oliver’s hand creeps up between my breasts and latches onto my neck. I instinctively grip his arm and gasp as the euphoria pulsates from my toes to my temples when he gently squeezes the sides of my throat. He growls in pleasure at my reaction and pumps harder until we both experience our earth shattering o****m.

“You’ve never done that before,” I pant when the post orgasmic haze settles and he laughs.

“Well I wasn’t going to choke you on our first night,” he chuckles. “I want to ease you in to the things I like to do.”

“There’s more?” I giggle excitedly and feel him lean in closer.

“There are a lot of things we have yet to try,” he whispers, licking my ear. “So many ways to make you scream my name.”

—

After we finish our activities and our bath, we quickly get dressed. Downstairs, the house is in a functional frenzy as wolves carry equipment and party decorations out into the expansive back yard that will serve as the venue for tonight. All non-werewolf personnel are required to wear badges in order to enter the property. Oliver was very much afraid Tais would try to sneak in with all the chaos going on.

The kitchen is in full swing as the cooks and several assistants begin preparing the dishes and baking the desert items for tonight. It looks like we’ll be having a mix of Mexican and French cuisine.

In the dining room, we find Celina and Evan having breakfast, although neither of them seem to actually be eating. I heave a heavy sigh and they both look up at me. Evan plasters a smile on his face while Celina presses her lips into a line.

“Good Morning Luna, ready for your big day?” Evan chirps. I see the sadness in his eyes and I know something is bothering him.

I would try to read his thoughts but it’s a difficult skill. I still don’t know how I managed to telepathically choke Javier, Chava and Mia. Besides, reading his thoughts would be an invasion of privacy, so I decide against trying it. I give him a smile and slide into my seat next to him as some omegas serve me some pancakes. “I’m more interested in how you’re doing,” I say, reaching for his hand. “How is my big brother doing today?”

He ruffles up my hair and I push his arm away. “I’m okay,” he shrugs. I narrow my eyes at him but he doesn’t give in.

Now who’s being a stubborn brat?

I turn to Celina who is busy picking at her food. “Are you still mad at me?” I ask.

She stops and looks up at me with a confused look. “Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?”

“Y-you locked yourself in your room. I-I just thought you-“

Her face softens. “It’s not you I’m angry with, it’s Javier. Hearing what he did… what they all did to you… I just needed some space,” she says.

“I see…” I reply, taking a bite of my food. “I… invited Javier and Mia to my ceremony…” I say, slumping back into my chair, closing my eyes, and bracing myself for Evan and Celina’s anger.

“Why am I not surprised?” Evan mutters.

Celina bursts into laughter and I open one eye to peek at both her and Evan.

“What on earth are you doing?” She chuckles.

“You guys aren’t not mad?” I ask, sitting up straight.

I glance at Evan and he smiles at me. “You wouldn’t be you without your forgiving heart, Aurora. If you want them there, then I have no right to object.”

Celina shakes her head. “It’s your big day. I may hate them with the fire of a thousand suns but at the end of the day, it’s your decision whether or not you want to forgive them.”

I let out a breath and feel a weight lift off my shoulders.

“But…” she continues.

Uh oh.

“Just as I respect your decision to forgive them, I hope you can respect mine not to,” she says, giving me a stern look. “That is my choice and I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to push me. If, and I mean if, I ever forgive Javier and them, I want it to be because I felt they changed, not because I was coerced to feel that way.”

“That’s fair,” I smile, grateful she’s not furious with me.

Celina’s family join us for breakfast and I’m formally introduced to Diego and Danny. They seem lovely.

Suddenly, Rosalie bursts through the door.

“You’re still eating? Aurora! We’re on a schedule! Chop, Chop! We have some many things to get through. Our spa day starts now!” Rosalie squeals.

My stomach starts to rumble. “But I just got here!” I laugh

“You have 10 minutes to finish you meal!” she grins. “And then you’re all mine!”

She turns on her heel and promptly leaves. I turn to look at Oliver, a little frightened about what Rosalie had in store for me and he just shakes his head and grins.

“You’re on your own,” he chuckles.

—

I finish my breakfast and Celina and I make our way to my room where we find an entire army of women waiting for me. I see hairstylists, makeup artists, masseuses, manicurists, and several estheticians. Rosalie perks up when she sees me, seemingly pleased with herself.

“My dear, you just sit back and relax,” she giggles. “You’ll be absolutely perfect by the time we’re through with you.”

For the next several hours, I’m pampered like a princess. At first, I was a little nervous of letting the masseuse touch me but of course, Rosalie and Celina’s presence helps me get through it and I enjoy Petra the masseuse’s magic touch. Afterwards, I’m waxed and rid of all unwanted hair. This of course, was my least favorite part, but very necessary. I’m amazed a woman can have so much hair!

Following that, I’m lathered in oils, serums, lotions and creams until my skin is practically glowing. Much to my surprise, I enjoy an little aromatherapy session, the smells helping me float away into a temporary oblivion. It was wonderful. I get a manicure and pedicure, singing along to my favorite songs with my sister and my best friend by my side. I choose a simple midnight blue nail polish with a matte finish and a gold accent on my ring fingers.

The makeup artist applies some dark browns and blacks to my lids, creating a sultry smokey eye look topped with some beautiful dark blue glitter and winged eyeliner. A little foundation, concealer, blush, bronzer, highlighter, and mauve lipstick later and my makeup look is complete. I refuse to look in the mirror, however, wanting to surprise myself in the end.

The hairstylist gushes over my flowing white hair, admiring its gleam and length. My hair flows down past my waist and is naturally pin straight.

“It’s like looking at Daenerys,” she squeals. “This is going to be so much fun!”

The stylist curls my hair and weaves the top half of my hair into a series of intricate braids, pinning them to the crown of my head. The other half flows freely down my waist in loose curls. She embellishes the look with a few hair jewels and leaves some hair to frame my face.

“You look beautiful sis,” Celina smiles as her stylist finishes up her own curled look.

I thank the women and they take their leave. Rosalie searches for my velvet box containing the gown Wes and Kehlani gifted me and helps me slip it on. I pair the dress with some open toed platform lace up pumps with a chunky heel. When I glance in the mirror, I’m stunned by my reflection. The dress hugs my body beautifully and the blue shade compliments my dark skin. The neck line shows just the right amount of cleavage and the thigh slit that reaches just above my knee gives me an elegant look.

“You are so gorgeous, sweetie,” Katherine beams as she, Gabrielle, and Valentina make their entrance.

“My goddess, you’re stunning,” Gabrielle says. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful Luna!”

Rosalie hugs me from behind, her baby bump pressing up against my back. “You will be the greatest Luna of this pack,” she whispers. “I just know it.” She turns me around to face her. “We are so lucky to be led by such an incredible warrior.”

My stomach fills with butterflies as the reality of the situation kicks in. This day seemed like a such a distant fantasy, one that I just could never reach and up until this moment, I had given very little thought to the responsibilities I would be taking on as a pack leader. After today, 800 wolves would be counting on me to protect them, to make the right decisions and lead with grace and by example. I could not stumble or I would risk the lives of the people I swore to protect. I was only 18 and unlike Oliver, I hadn’t trained my whole life for this moment. Was I really the right person to lead this pack?

“You look just like your mother did at her coronation,” Valentina smiles, interrupting my thoughts. Her eyes fill with tears. “She would be so proud of the woman you are, mija. So proud. And your Dad, goddess, he’d be over the moon to see you so grown up.”

I feel tears tugging at my eyes. My mom, the Gold queen. She was supposed to teach me how to lead. She was supposed to show me how to be the best queen I could be. She was supposed to hand me her crown when I was ready. And Dad… he was supposed to tell me I looked beautiful and hand me over to the love of my life and my new pack. He was supposed to threaten to kick Oliver’s a*s if he ever hurt me. They were supposed to be here.

Emiliano and Karina, the only parents I ever knew, were not here either, taken in different ways by the same witches who killed my birth parents.

The dress suddenly feels tighter and I’m having a hard time getting air into my lungs. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears and a small whimper escapes my lips.

“Aurora?” Celina asks.

I force a smile and hold back tears but she sees right through it.

“Just breathe,” she soothes and reaches for my hand. I feel a a jolt of electricity flow between us and my heart starts to slow down significantly. I inhale deeply and sigh when the air fills my lungs normally again.

“I-I need a minute,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “Just a minute, please.”

She gives me a stern look but my pleading eyes convince her to leave me be. “Everyone out,” she orders, shoving everyone towards the door.

I walk toward my night stand and pull out the wooden box containing my most precious possessions. I reread my mother and father’s letters and hold their picture near my heart for strength. Their little sun was going to be a Luna today.

Aurora… you’re okay. You will be a great Luna. Don’t be afraid, Reyna coos.

It’s not that…I just wish my parents were here. Or Emiliano. A Luna should have her family at her ceremony…

Relax, sweetie. You’re just sad. In an ideal world, your family would be here. Mom would be here. But-

Reyna’s sentence is cut short by the sound of a knock at the door.