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Isobel:I have buried pride before.But never like this, never in a way that I knew defied everything that I knew and would have fought to protect.The courtyard had been transformed, white florals draped along the archway, lanterns suspended from the trees, soft fabric flowing in the warm breeze. It was not the kind of wedding our ancestors would have recognized.It was better.It was chosen.And yet one detail remained unfinished.Viktor stood near the far column, stiff as carved stone, dressed properly but looking as though he would rather face a battlefield than the aisle ahead of him.Coward.I approached him without ceremony.He didn’t want to be here, but it was me who forced him to come.“You will walk her,” I said.He didn’t look at me. “I have no intention of playing father. If I am here, it is because you had your men drag me here, Luna Isobel.”My hand moved before I thought about it.I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him back against the column, his eyes widened in su
Lia:The garden had changed since the fire.Or maybe I had.The roses had been replanted. The stone path restored. The fountain repaired. But there was something softer about it now, like the place itself had survived something terrible and chosen to bloom anyway.Much like us.“Go,” Luna Isobel had told me earlier, a faint smile on her lips. “He’s been pacing holes into the grass for the last half hour.”I had laughed.“He’s nervous?” I asked. “That only spells chaos if he is.”She lifted a brow. “You forget who raised him, and you tend to forget that things like this are not really part of what he wants to do.”I hesitated at the doorway for a second before turning back to her.“Thank you… Mama.”The word had slipped out naturally.It always did now.For a moment, her composure had cracked, just slightly. She liked it when I called her that. Even when she tried to pretend she didn’t.“Go,” she repeated gently. “Before he wears the poor garden down to dirt. He might come and get you
Marcel:I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.Not when I knew that I needed to be awake for my Luna and children.But sometime between checking the twins for the tenth time and making sure Lia’s breathing hadn’t changed, I found myself sitting beside my mother’s bed, staring at the rise and fall of her chest.The room was dimmer now. Quieter.For once, there was no shouting. No fire.The children were asleep in their bassinets in the nursery. Lia needed to get some sleep, and I knew that despite her not wanting to actually admit it, she knew how exhausted she truly was.My mother stirred, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips when I realized that she was moments away from waking up.It was slight at first, a shift beneath the blankets.Then her eyes opened.For a second, she didn’t seem to understand where she was. Her gaze moved across the ceiling, then to the walls, then to me.Recognition settled in slowly.And then her eyes widened.“Lia,” she breathed. “The babies. There
Lia:They brought them closer.Marcel put his hand on my lower back, holding me upright as if I would break with the slightest of movement.I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder, purring softly as a sign of gratitude. He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second before he pulled away to look down at me.Aria placed our son in my arms first.He was heavier than he looked. Warm. Real.I stared at him, afraid to blink. His tiny mouth moved in his sleep, brows furrowed slightly as if already disapproving of something in this world. I had to fight back laughing at the sight, knowing well that he was going to turn out much like his father.Marcel leaned closer, one large hand hovering uncertainly before finally brushing a finger along our son’s cheek.“He looks serious,” he murmured.I smiled faintly. “He just fought his way into the world. And he reminds me of a certain Alpha who seems to find it harder to accept anything in this world.”Marcel’s lips twitched, but
Lia:My body felt like it didn’t belong to me.And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find it easy to breathe with everything that was going on.Heavy. Hollow. Aching in places I didn’t know could ache.The first thing I was aware of was Marcel’s voice.Low. Rough. Angry.But his voice was the one that I was looking for, the one that would have settled me even through this pain…Then another voice that made my stomach churn.One I hadn’t heard this close in a long time.My father.The man who I knew would want to do everything in his power to have me dead. And the fact that he was here only told me that this was not going to have the best outcome.I forced my eyes open.The ceiling blurred for a moment before faces came into focus.Marcel was standing at my bedside, rigid, his body positioned slightly in front of mine like a shield.Dominic stood near the far wall.Aria was close to the bassinets.And my father… he looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically. Just… diminished
Marcel:The room was finally quiet.Not the kind of silence that comes before battle.The kind that comes after something survives.Lia lay pale against the pillows, her hair damp against her temples, her breathing steady but fragile. She hadn’t woken yet. The healer had said exhaustion. Blood loss. That her body had simply shut down after giving everything it had.I hadn’t left her side.Two bassinets stood beside the bed.Our children…I kept looking at them like they might disappear if I blinked.Our son slept on his back, one tiny fist curled beside his face. The second bassinet held the smaller one, wrapped tighter, her breathing softer but steady.Across the room, my mother rested on a cot near the wall. Bandaged. Pale. But alive. Stable.I had barely processed that yet, but the fact that she was alive washed over me in ways that I couldn’t and would not be able to describe.The rogue man and woman stood near the doorway. “You never introduced yourselves.”“Ian,”“And Nina,” the







