MasukNatalia:“These are the last of the papers, Luna.” One of the maids said, and I nodded. “There are a few groceries that we are going to need to bring for this weekend’s gathering. I will run them by you in the morning.”“Okay, I will be escorting you personally to go and see how things are. I want to see the things that are bought.” I said, and she nodded.“And your things are being moved to the Alpha’s chamber. He gave an order that we shouldn’t touch your personal jewels, and special belongings. Other than that, the things have been moved.” She said, and I nodded, a smile forming on my face before I could stop it.“We can run by that tomorrow morning when it is less busy. Today was hectic enough as it is. I don’t want to add to the pressure of it.” I said, and she nodded in understanding. “If that is all, you can go and rest. You have been helping me throughout the whole day, you need your break too.”She smiled and I watched as she took a step back before walking out of the room, l
Nolan:The packhouse looked different that morning.Not in structure, the same white stone walls, the same oak doors, .but in atmosphere. There was a shift in the air, one that even the wolves felt. They greeted me differently now, their eyes darting between Natalia and me as we crossed the hall together.Her hand brushed mine as we walked, and it was small, almost unnoticeable. But the warmth of it… it lingered.We didn’t speak much, didn’t need to.Her quiet smile was enough.The way she looked and I could tell, felt content, was something that I couldn’t just ignore. If anything, it was something that I found myself embracing.For the first time in a long while, peace didn’t feel foreign.The day carried on as it should, patrols, reports, meetings, but even amidst the usual chaos, I caught myself watching her more than once. The way she moved through the halls, the way the pack gravitated toward her, how she spoke with them like she’d been born for this place.My Luna.My wife.The
Natalia:The hotel room was still warm from the morning sun, the faint hum of the city below spilling in through the half-drawn curtains. I sat at the edge of the bed, legs curled under me, still wrapped in one of Nolan’s shirts. It was too big on me, the sleeves hung past my hands, the fabric soft against my skin, and yet somehow, it felt right.He was sitting opposite me, his hair still damp from a shower, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as he watched me stir the coffee he’d brought from the lobby.It should have been awkward.It wasn’t. If anything, I don’t know when I last felt this comfortable.“Are you staring at me?” I asked, finally meeting his eyes.“Yes.” His voice was calm, unhurried. “You do that a lot when you think I’m not looking.”I arched an eyebrow. “Do what?”“Overthink.” He said casually. “Try to pretend that you’re not, but I can see it in the way you get lost in your thoughts, sometimes pout. Either way, I can always tell when you are overthinking.”Th
Natalia:The soft hum of morning light crept through the curtains, gentle and golden.The first thing I felt wasn’t the light though, it was warmth. The slow, steady rise of a chest beneath my cheek, the quiet rhythm of breathing that wasn’t mine. The heartbeat that was thumping behind me, and the naked body against my own.Nolan’s arm was around me, strong and protective, his palm resting over my ribs as if anchoring me there. His scent, a mix of cedar, smoke, and something uniquely him, filled the air.For a long moment, I didn’t move. I only listened. I didn’t even know how it happened, and yet, here I was. The sound of his heartbeat, the faint rustle of sheets when he shifted, the quiet peace that I hadn’t felt in years. A peace that I didn’t think existed in the world that we lived in.When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself nestled against him, close enough that our legs were tangled under the covers, his jaw resting against my temple.I felt… safe.The thought startled m
Nolan:The drive back to the hotel was quiet, not the strained kind of silence that used to sit between us, but a softer one. The air hummed with something that neither of us dared to name. But I knew that the tension was one that we couldn’t escape.When we reached the room, she stood by the window again, the same way she had before, her hand brushing the glass as city lights painted her reflection in shades of gold and shadow. “We didn’t need to go to a hotel, you do realize that?”“We didn’t have to, but I wanted to do it for you.” I said softly.I took off my jacket, setting it aside, and for a while I just watched her. There was something about her stillness that undid me more than anything else, something so fragile, yet steady, as if she carried an entire storm beneath her calm.“You should rest,” I said finally, though my voice sounded low, rougher than I meant it to. “You need to give yourself a little break.”She turned slightly, a small smile curving her lips. “I’m not tire
Natalia:The forest had always been quiet at night, but tonight it felt alive, the air heavier, every whisper of wind carrying the echo of what we weren’t saying.And after everything that I had gone through with my parents, the number of conflicts, and the conflicted feelings that I had… this quiet was something that I found myself embracing. At least, it is real, and though many might not find themselves liking it, I was grateful f or it.We’d stayed by the lake longer than we meant to. The moonlight spilled across the water, soft and silver, and Nolan stood close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. He hadn’t let go of my hand since we’d left the house, and even now, his thumb traced slow circles against my skin.“You’re quiet,” he said finally. “And I know that you have a lot on your mind.I smiled faintly. “You tell me to breathe, and now you’re asking why I’m quiet. It is a little bit of a contradict, isn’t it?”He chuckled under his breath, the sound low, like







