The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

dy. It is a rather small building but it should be suitable for your needs. Perhaps I should have one of the servants start collecting additional herbs and plants so that way our supply is abundant?”

Thinking on it while she gingerly sits in her padded desk chair, she replies, “Actually, Lynette is staying at the castle for a few more days. I think that it would be a good activity for her to help me with-and perhaps if the Princes aren’t busy, they could attend too.”

Pelium smiles at her, “Very wise indeed.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Sipping her tea, she finishes the book on baring foals. She has a few questions but knows that Pelium won’t be much help, as he has never attended a birthing, so she keeps a mental note to ask the midwives later in the week when the young pregnant woman will be induced. The book didn’t explain how that was to be accomplished, just simply stated that the midwives took care of it. It would definitely be something she’d have to pen into the back of the book. Leaning back in her chair, she is relieved to find that her pain has subsided to a dull ache between the witch hazel and willow bark. Though she needed to know, she regrets her actions-he doesn’t like seeing Quell so distraught.

Since she still has a few hours before lunch, she decides to brew more of the elixir. Though Pelium glances up to her on occasion, he is more or less caught up in his own work so he leaves her be. Using a quill, she jots down her calculations to increase the recipe by three fold, enough to give her close to three pints of the elixir. With any luck, she will be able to find a few more women willing to test her brew while out in the town these next few days.

While the decoction is boiling, she goes to the windowsill behind Pelium’s desk and harvests the needed fresh mint leaves, depleting the plants by half but taking care to evenly distribute the pruning so that way they can still root in their glasses of water.

She crushes and muddles them appropriately, distributing the bruised leaves into twenty small vials, containing enough of the elixir for five or six uses and a dozen bottles the size of small flasks to contain the rest. Pouring the hot liquid into them, she quickly stoppers each before the smell overwhelms the room; while Pelium’s interest in the elixir was strictly academic, she doesn’t want to run the risk of putting either of them in an odd situation. By the time she has cleaned up her mess and stashed the bottles in the cabinet, there is a soft knock at the door.

Quell peeks his head in, a smile on his handsome face when he sees his mate at work, “Are you hungry my dear?”

She smiles, gathering up half a dozen of the small vials, a few rolls of parchment and ink, stuffing them into a leather pouch, “That sounds wonderful.”

They bid the doctor farewell before heading upstairs. Coral, unsure of where to start, asks Quell, “Do Tomir and Junta have mates?”

He looks at her questioningly, “No?”

“Ah,” she nods. Upon seeing his concern, she adds, “I am in need of volunteers to test the elixir. While I have myself and Gladys to vouch for its effectiveness, that is hardly a large enough group to warrant singing its praise from the roof tops.”

“Oh,” he says with a chuckle, “I see. Well, I am sure that between Vadim and I, we can find some trustworthy centaurs in town to try it with their mates.”

Soon they join the rest of the family, as well as Lynette, for lunch. The meal goes by quickly as everyone is ready to get on with their day; Wistan has combat training with Reid, Rainer has Centuarna business to attend to, Kiera received a letter from her brother who she is eager to draft a reply for and Lynette is excited to see the shops in town. Vadim’s smile is infectious as he watches her quickly eat her meal. Coral is happy to see them get on well and hopes that this afternoon will seal their affections.

It isn’t long before the four are slowly picking their way through town. The people bow and curtsey as they walk by, several coming up to offer their congratulations directly to both Quell and Coral; she is starting to get over her qualms with having such a public private life, but still blushes on occasion when Quell gazes upon her hungrily.

The first stop they make is at a jeweler’s, much to the women’s surprise. Quell leads them inside of the large building. A human man comes out from the back, bowing to the group.

“Prince Quell, it is good to see you again. They are finished.”

An older man walks from the back to join them, a small box in his hands. When his eyes fall on the group, he is genuinely surprised, “Coral?”