Dana POV

　　"Yes, fuck..." I moaned, the intensity of our passion driving me to new heights of ecstasy. With each movement, Bathel displayed patience and attentiveness that left me trembling with desire, his every touch a testament to his commitment to pleasuring me in ways I had never imagined.

　　As his thumb found my clit, a surge of pleasure rippled through me, igniting a fierce hunger that threatened to consume me entirely. With a desperate need to draw him closer, my free hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as our mouths met in a fevered embrace.

　　"Oh fuck, Bathel. Oh my God," I gasped, the overwhelming pleasure rendering me speechless as he expertly circled my most sensitive spot, each movement driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.

　　"Let me see that pretty face of yours," Bathel commanded, his grip on my chin firm yet tender as he guided me to meet his gaze.

　　Despite the overwhelming sensation coursing through my body, I struggled to open my eyes, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of our connection.

　　As Bathel's fingers continued their relentless exploration inside me, waves of pleasure cascaded over my body, rendering me utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy.

　　"I am coming..." I cried out, my voice trembling with the intensity of my release. With a final, blissful shudder, Bathel withdrew his fingers, leaving me gasping for air as the warm trickle of my climax traced a path down my trembling thighs.

　　An uneasy tension settled over me at the thought of someone walking in on us in our intimate moment, but Bathel's reassuring presence quelled my fears, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of his adoration and desire.

　　"Oh, shit, you're a whore to me," he murmured against my lips, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and awe.

　　I surrendered to the intoxicating allure of our shared passion, kissing him back with a fervor born of mutual desire and unbridled affection.

　　"Oh, yeah. I know that this day is full of happiness," Someone murmured.

　　My heart quickened its pace as panic seized me, my eyes widening in alarm as I glanced down to see the evidence of our illicit encounter spreading across the marble floor.

　　"Oh shit-"

　　"Let's go," Bathel interrupted, his voice urgent as he pulled me towards another room within the pack house, his grip firm yet reassuring as he guided me away from prying.

　　I feel like a slut bitch after I let Bathel finger me, and he fulfilled me with satisfaction. Right now, I am back in the lobby, full of guests who are celebrating the day of Bathel.

　　My gaze wandered across the room, alighting upon Farrah, who stood alone amidst the crowd, her eyes fixed upon Bathel as he engaged in conversation with other guests. With a heavy heart, I approached her, the weight of my actions bearing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.

　　"Hey..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I sought to bridge the distance between us.

　　As Farrah's gaze met mine, a warm smile graced her lips, dispelling the tension that had settled between us like a fog.

　　"Hey! I was looking for you. Everybody is looking for Bathel as well, and he just came back at the same time as you came back," she exclaimed, her words tumbling forth with an infectious enthusiasm that banished any lingering doubts from my mind.

　　"Well, I was doing something else, and I am done..." I stuttered, my voice faltering slightly as I struggled to articulate the myriad thoughts swirling within me.

　　Farrah's chuckle resonated through the air, a melodic sound that echoed with a hint of nostalgia. "Well, I am glad that you're back right now because it feels nostalgic to watch this pack right now... It's now filled with happiness. I remember when I left, and this is just a simple pack," she reminisced, her gaze wandering wistfully across the room.

　　I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Farrah as I recalled Bathel's revelation that she had played a significant role in designing the pack's surroundings, yet remained distant from the pack itself.

　　"Oh, yeah, but I liked this place when I came. I love the designs. Bathel said it's done by you," I offered with a warm smile, hoping to brighten her spirits. To my relief, her expression softened, a glimmer of appreciation shining in her eyes as she returned my smile.

　　"Wow... He keeps it," Farrah chuckled softly, her laughter infused with a hint of fondness for Bathel's sentimental nature.

　　I snickered along with her before shifting the conversation to a different topic. "So... You're also pregnant?" I inquired, eager to explore a lighter subject.

　　Farrah nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yes, one month. What about you?"

　　"Just three weeks," I replied, a sense of camaraderie blossoming between us as we shared in the unique experience of impending motherhood.

　　"That's cool!" Farrah exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. "Maybe we can be friends, and our kids can be friends with each other too?" she suggested eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation.

　　I hesitated, unsure of how to respond to her proposition, when Bathel suddenly walked in, his presence commanding attention.

　　"Farrah," he interjected, his tone firm yet gentle, as if urging her to pause.

　　Farrah's expression shifted to one of confusion as she turned to face him. "What-"

　　"I am glad that you're gonna be my future Luna's friend," Bathel declared, his words laced with sincerity as he extended an olive branch of friendship between us.