Samantha’s POV
Tonight was my night out with my sister. I knew that no matter how successful she seemed, she was still mourning her relationship with Leo—even if she tried to pretend she didn’t care anymore. I could only imagine how the news of Mirabel’s pregnancy would crush her. Sooner or later, she was going to find out. Tonight, I would do my best to help her unwind. I parked my car, and as soon as I opened the door to climb out, the most divine scent hit me—cinnabons. My wolf, Cherry, stirred restlessly in my head. “Mate is here,” she purred. Warmth spread through my body. I was about to meet my mate. It’s the most important moment in any werewolf’s life—to meet the one fated by the Moon Goddess herself. I checked my reflection in theSebastian’s POV After a night full of passionate lovemaking and a stellar wake-up with Alexandra's mouth wrapped around me, I was grinning wide, fully gratified, while scrolling options online to book a romantic dinner set-up on the beach. I paused on a picture, instantly picturing Alex under that glowing canopy with swaying sheer white curtains and the ocean waves just beyond us. A private dinner on the beach lit only by lanterns and candles—it felt like the perfect way to steal her away and finally propose her. That was it. Perfect. I booked it for tomorrow night. I moved to my emails, checking and replying one by one, and suddenly, I froze. I had to travel tomorrow to be personally present for the bidding on an important project. My assistant had already booked my flights and a hotel. I was deeply disappointed. I used to travel a lot, but now my heart clenched at the thought of being away from Alex. Ma
Alexandra’s POVIn the woods, we practised moving objects and shooting fireballs.“You’re improving, Alex,” Eilyul praised. “Yesterday it took us ages to summon the wind, but today you picked it up really fast.”I beamed like a little schoolgirl who’d just been given a candy.“But we need to train—much more. There’s so much you’ve yet to discover,” Eilyul said, her tone suddenly serious.I took her words seriously. Between my classes, my work, my newly formed relationship, and the Luna ceremony planning, my plate was overflowing—and I was supposed to start Luna’s tasks soon, too.“I know, my dear,” Eilyul softened. “But you’re smart and strong. You can do it.”She added playfully, “And please, go teach your mate a few lessons as well. I know he’s a possessive big bad lycan, but you’re not a baby, and you can choose who to be friends with.”
Alexandra’s POVI walked into the art school in a two-piece embroidered set, the soft fabric swaying with every step. My long ginger curls spilled down my back, and I felt the curious weight of stares from some of the werewolf students—after all, to them I was the future princess and soon-to-be Luna of the most desirable bachelor in the werewolf kingdom. For once, I wasn’t just a student—I was royalty stepping into the world of arts. Human students stared too; some had seen articles about my paintings or attended my exhibitions. Some gazes were admiring, others filled with jealousy.I felt a little uncomfortable, my cheeks flushing as I still wasn’t used to the spotlight. But I knew I needed to gain confidence and get used to it.A tall, broad-shouldered guy with sun-kissed hair and piercing eyes strode up to me, his presence impossible to ignore. Dressed casually in a fitted black T-shirt that emphasized his build, he gave off an easy confidence as h
Alexandra’s POV The earmt morning sun rays spilt through the curtains, painting the room in warm golden colour. I stirred, still wrapped in Sebastian’s arms, his strong chest warm and solid against my back. Both of us were still naked as we did not bother to dress last night. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Last night replayed in flashes—his kisses, his whispers, his hungry hands roaming freely on my body, the way he made love to me—and my cheeks flushed hot against the pillow and my arousal perfumed the air as I wanted more. I nedded to feel him again. I thought he was still asleep until his lips brushed the curve of my shoulder, his rough morning voice rumbling low. “Good morning, kitten.” A shiver rolled through me as his arm slid lower, palm curving over my hip, pulling me tighter against him. I gasped softly when I felt him hard against me, pressing
Alexandra’s POV The second my lips met his, Sebastian groaned deep in his chest and kissed me back, hard and hungry, like he’d been holding back all night. His hands gripped my waist, warm palms sliding over the lace, pulling me against him until there was no space left between us. My whole body trembled under his touch—not from fear, but from the primal rush of wanting him. Before I could think, he scooped me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, holding onto him as his mouth devoured mine, each step toward the bed heavy with urgency. By the time my back touched the bed mattress, I was gasping, his weight pressing me down, his heat surrounding me completely. He hovered over me, his warm brown eyes searching mine softer now. “Alex… I want you.” My heart hammered, my cheeks burning from desire mixed with embarrassment. He knew—somehow he just knew. “I want you too,” I whispered, breathless but c
Sebastian’s POV The official wedding part was over—Laura and Nicolas were wed, and Laura became the Luna of their pack. Alpha Nicolas got the prince title and, of course, the beautiful young wife. The celebration kicked off with an exquisite banquet, dancing, and fireworks already lined up. Arabella and Samantha dragged Alexandra away to mingle and dance. I almost whimpered in disappointment; I didn’t want my beauty to leave my side, but I knew as a future Luna she had to socialize. “Care to have one dance with your sister?” Laura asked, approaching me with a wild grin. She had already changed into another gown—an off-shoulder lace dress, its sheer, figure-hugging silhouette flowing into a delicate train that shimmered with intricate embroidery. “Of course, sister,” I emphasized the word while taking her hand and guiding her to the dance floor, “though last I remember, you forbade me to call you that.” W