Chapter 49

                                    

                                          
Emerald's POV
                          
      "This is perfect, Damon." I told him as we gazed up at the stars on the edge of this magnificent cliff that was in the forests of the pack land. 
                          
Damon grinned down at me and pulled me closer to his body by my waist. I giggled and laid my head on his chest. Damon had brought a blanket and we were currently laying on it, all snuggled up. It was the perfect end to the perfect night.
                          
We had just been talking about things the whole night, and it was really nice. 
                          
"Any news about Oliver's pack?" I asked quietly, running my finger in random shapes on his goddess-marked shoulder. It was still crazy to think that we- Damon and Emerald- were the werewolf King and Queen. And somehow,new had to figure this whole thing out quickly, or else bad stuff would happen. 
                          
Damon sighed. "No survivors. Oliver is crushed. He had family there. I told them that they'd be accepted in this pack the second they came back, but they're not ready. Valery told me the destruction there was awful." He told me in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
                          
"Do you think that there is any chance that they might become rogues?" I questioned, and Damon was quiet for a while.
                          
"I couldn't say. I know it's uncommon for leaders of a pack- even the beta couple- to go rogue, but so is entire pack destruction. Valery always told me she would never go rogue, but she never anticipated this." He answered, and it was quiet for a while.
                          
We watched the night sky for a little bit longer before Damon suddenly was hovering above me with a grin.
                          
"Have I made up for your birthday?" He questioned, and I faked a thoughtful face.
                          
"Hmm... Let me think..." I paused a second, and then pouted my lips.
                          
"Actually, no, I don't think you have." I lied, and Damon's grin fell.
                          
I laughed. "But I know how you can make this the best birthday ever." I told him, and he looked all ears.
                          
I giggled, and then leaned in to whisper in his ear. He smirked at me before he kissed me roughly on the lips. Soon, he moved his lips lower, and lower, until both of our clothes were off. 
                          
It was the most perfect night.
                          
***
                          
"Emerald! I wanna make cookies!" A loud voice whined as I felt my hand being tugged. I woke up and groaned when the sun shines brightly on my face.
                          
I looked down to see who was tugging at my hand and smiled when I saw Collin.
                          
"Collin!" I greeted with a grin.
                          
"Emme! Let's make cookies!" He shouted and jumped up and down. 
                          
I looked around and saw that Damon was still asleep, but then my eyes fell upon the skin right at the top of his butt. It wasn't covered. Which meant that we didn't put clothes back on before going to bed.
                          
I looked down at myself and was so relieved when I saw that I was completely covered up by the blanket, all the way up to my collarbones. I then pulled the blanket up so it went halfway up Damon's back.