<h4>Chapter 212: Take Charge.</h4>


    Ang walked beside him as they were led by one of the workers. She did not know what to expect but he showed them around with a quiet grace. The interior of the hotel left her speechless. She had never seen anything like this in her town. Everything felt new, almost unreal.


    A key was given to Taros when they entered the elevator. The man wanted to follow but Taros refused, leaving them alone when the doors closed. Silence filled the space. Ang felt her throat tighten. She wondered what he was thinking because he was always so quiet around her.


    In the woods the other day he had been different, wild and untamed, ready to im her without caring about the world. The memory brought a shy smile to her lips and her breath caught. She cleared her throat and dared to look up at him. His eyes were already on her. She wanted to melt under that gaze. How could anyone get used to those beautiful bluish eyes that seemed to strip her soul bare? They could make any girl lose herself with just one look.


    "Do I look bad?" Taros asked suddenly. Her lips parted but before she could answer, the elevator opened. They stepped out together and he added, "You kept staring at me, so I thought maybe I do not look good tonight."


    "No... no... you are handsome. And with those clothes on, I think you look so... takeaway," Ang said softly. He was wearing a green cotton shirt that made his skin glow, light trousers, and ck shoes. She doubted he even knew how incredible he looked tonight.


    When the room door opened, he let her step in first. Ang froze at the sight before her. The room was beautiful, its decoration glowing with warmth. Red rosesy across the floor, forming a trail that led to the balcony. Sheughed in surprise and turned to him. "I cannot believe this. Did you do all of this?"


    "No. I paid them to," Taros admitted with a little scratch at the back of his head, then walked toward the balcony. Everything looked just the way he wanted. The hotel workers had done their job well.


    Ang followed, her eyes wide as she looked out. "The city looks so beautiful from here. I like it, Taros."


    "I am d you do," he answered, smiling as he watched her. She had no idea how every little thing she did, every word, everyugh, made him fall deeper. "Do you like sightseeing?"


    "I don’t know," Ang shrugged, her voice soft. "We don’t have things like this in my town, so when I see it, I get speechless."


    "I understand. We were all born after the war, and from what Renn said, your town is still struggling to recover from the damage."


    She nodded as she moved toward the table. It was decorated beautifully, meant only for the two of them. "Wow... the table looks so nice."


    "I am just d you like it," Taros said with relief. He had worried during the preparation that she might not appreciate it. Taking her jacket gently, he helped her out of it and then pulled out a chair for her.


    "Thank you," Ang said with a smile that warmed his chest as she sat down. She noticed a tablet on the table, disying the food menu. "I don’t even know what to choose."


    "You should go for this," he said, tapping the screen to reveal the next dish. "It’s an Italian dish. You’ll love it, trust me."


    "Have you tried it before?" she asked curiously.


    "Yes. You loved it," Taros replied, his lips curving with quiet amusement.


    "Really? Then tell me more."


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    "This one is an appetizer. It’s called caprese sd. We can start with this. Then for primi, fettine Alfredo, and for secondi, either Ossobuco or Bista a Fiorentina."


    Ang blinked at how easily he spoke, his tongue wrapping fluently around the Italian words. "How do you know all this?"


    "I am half Italian. My mother is, and so was Hiro’s. Bless her soul."


    "Yeah," she said softly, sadness touching her eyes before she brightened again. "Your mother is Italian. That’s beautiful. What about Renn?"


    "I don’t know much about his mother. We only heard she died while giving birth to him," Taros answered. "There are no pictures of her or much information. It always made him angry when we were in junior ss."


    "That’s not fair," Ang said, her heart aching a little. Renn once told her his mother had died long ago, and he never even got to see her. She could only imagine how painful that must have been, growing up with such a loss.


    "Kaito’s mother is Spanish," Taros said with augh. "She is beautiful, and I do not mean to be rude, but she is also fiery, with a temper. I think Kaito got his from her."


    "Really?" Ang chuckled, shaking her head as the thought of Kaito with his mother’s temper made herugh more.


    "Yes. She had him when she was sixteen. It was supposed to be a surrogate arrangement, but she was a member of the West House and the elders refused to allow her to be treated as only a surrogate. So she ended up marrying Kaito’s father, just so that Kaito would not be born out of wedlock."


    "Wow. I was not expecting that," Ang said softly, her thoughts drifting to what her own fate might have been if she had not escaped from her family. Just hearing about Kaito’s father made her uneasy, and she disliked him already without knowing him. "Are they still together? His parents?"


    "Yes. His father tried marrying others, or taking mates, but nothing ever worked. Kaito is their only child, and he has always stayed close to his mother," Taros exined. "She is the Luna now. When you marry Kaito, you will take after her, and the pack will not feel her absence when they have you."


    "Taros..." Ang tried to stop him, her voice low. His words kept circling in her mind and she looked down as they ced their order. "You said I will marry Kaito? You don’t want to marry me?"


    "You will marry all four of us. There is no choosing," he told her simply. "The wedding will take ce when the goddess speaks to the high priestess. I only pray it will be after you finish school, when you are ready for it."


    Ang rubbed her neck, difort rising inside her. She cared for all of them, she loved them in different ways, but marriage was something else entirely. Her heart trembled at the thought. "What happens if we don’t marry?"


    "You can’t be crowned Luna, and it will affect the packs," Taros said. He shifted closer, sitting at the edge of his seat and gently touched her hand. "I know none of us asked for this life. The moon goddess pushed it on us. She made us for it without even thinking if we would want it."


    "Exactly," Ang whispered.


    "But if you don’t want to marry us, it’s okay. Your choicees before ours or anyone else’s."


    Ang wanted to reply but the door opened and a robot server wheeled in their food. They ate in silence, the weight of his words hanging between them. When they were done, Taros returned to the subject.


    "Alex’s mom is Asian. His dad was American. You can see it in his face. That guy is beautiful... handsome doesn’t even cover it."


    "I know," Ang said, sipping her wine before setting the ss back down. She had met Alex’s mom before. "Where do werewolves find such pretty wives?"


    "How did we find you?" Taros asked softly.


    It was apliment, and though she wanted to answer, words slipped away. He just watched her, those blue eyes like oceans, while he pushed a few strands of his white hair back.


    "Am I beautiful?" Ang asked.


    "You are. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you."


    His answer caught her by surprise. She thought of all the women in the world, in different shapes and sizes, and couldn’t believe him. He must have only said it tofort her.


    "Fine, I know what you’re thinking," Taros smiled as he leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. "You’re saying there are women far more beautiful than you. Maybe so, but that’s not the case for me. Even if you put them all together, none of them woulde close to you. Not in beauty, not in grace. Forget that you had to act like a boy in the academy. You’re beautiful in ways that go beyond looks. I see how you try to hold us together, how you process every change in your life and still find a way to adapt. You are strong. You are brave. And you are beautiful."


    Ang felt goosebumps rise all over her body. His words sank deep, filling her with warmth she wasn’t ready for. She felt emotional, but she wouldn’t let herself cry and ruin the night.


    She rose from her seat and held out her hand. Without a word, Taros followed her into the bedroom.


    She made him sit on the bed, his eyes never leaving her as she began to undress. Desire was written all over him, yet he controlled it. Taros waited, patient, letting her set the pace. He gave her the power to lead, and she loved that he trusted her enough to let her take charge.


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