Chapter 135

Dominic’s POV

Elora’s breathing was shallow. Each breath she took gave me a scare. It felt like forever, and my heart raced so hard. Her skin was really pale, and the mark Dante left was disappearing fast.

“No,” Dante choked out, shaking her. “No, no, stay with me—Elora, please!”

The healer’s hands trembled over her herbs and glowing bottles. She couldn’t pick one, couldn’t commit. Her voice cracked.

“Her energy’s fading… her spirit’s slipping!” Her eyes darted to me, wide and scared. “If one bond won’t hold, let it pass through both. Bite her, Alpha.”

I froze.

Me? Bite her?

I looked down. Elora’s lips parted, her face too still. I forced myself to breathe and met Dante’s eyes. He looked as if he would snap.

“Don’t touch her,” he snapped. “She’s mine.”

The healer’s voice cut through everything, sharp and furious. “You fool! If she dies, she’s no one’s!”

Dante’s jaw clenched. That anger washed away, replaced by fear. His eyes flicked to mine. He swallowed, then nodded, slow and stiff, and stepped back.

“Do it.”

My wolf pushed up, sudden and fierce. The air grew heavy. My chest heaved, my thoughts scattered. I barely felt human. My heart raced in my ears as I moved closer, every step careful.

“Elora…” I whispered. “If you hear me, don’t let go. Hang on.”

Her fingers moved a little, but it was enough.

I bent to her neck, right where Dante’s mark had faded. My fangs throbbed, every muscle shaking. I hesitated just for a second, looking at Dante. He nodded, barely.

And then I bit her.

The world exploded.

I felt like someone flashed a large light in my face. Pain surged through my body, so fierce I almost couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t stop. Her blood hit my tongue. It was sweet, burning, and powerful. My vision swam as something old and wild poured through us.

My wolf howled inside me.

And then her heart. It beat. Once. Twice.

She arched forward as a gasp escaped from her lips. The mark on her neck blazed, then twisted, changing, shining with gold and silver.

Dante dropped to his knees, eyes huge, caught between hope and disbelief. “She looks more alive…”

I pulled back, shaking, the taste of her blood still in my mouth. I stared at her. Her eyes fluttered open and her hand moved, weak but reaching for mine.

“Dominic…” she whispered softly.

I grabbed her hand, pressed it to my lips. “I’m here. You’re safe. You’re...”

She coughed and shivered. “It hurts…”

“You’re okay, Elora. You’re okay, love." Dante said, leaning in, brushing the hair from her face, his hands shaking.

Her gaze flicked between us, confused, tears shining. I felt it, the bond.. alive and not one thread but two, pulsing together, both of us tied to her at once.

The healer, still kneeling, let out a shaky gasp as light rippled along the walls, gold streaks, glimmering. She covered her mouth, eyes wide with awe.

“The Moon has spoken…” she breathed. “It’s done. She belongs to you both.”

“What do you mean, both?” Dante stared, his face twisted up with confusion.

The healer looked up, voice trembling. “The fates split her soul. Two bonds, two wolves, one Luna. She carries both your marks.”

I turned to Elora. On her neck, two marks shimmered. One gold, one dark silver. Separate but linked.

Elora tried to speak, her lips trembling. “It feels… strange. Warm and cold at the same time.”

Dante reached for her, but she clung tight to my hand. I felt the bond through her skin, her pulse strong and steady now.

I met Dante’s eyes. For once, no anger, just confusion, pain, and something else.

He let out a sigh. “So what are we now, Dominic? Rivals? Brothers? Both?”

My throat felt dry, but I kept my voice steady. “I don’t know,” I said. “But whatever this is... it brought her back. That’s what matters.”

Elora looked over at Dante. Her eyes spoke something I couldn't quite read. “You both… saved me,” she breathed.

Tears slid down her face. I wiped one away with my thumb.

The healer stood up, clutching her robes tightly

“This hasn’t happened in centuries.” Her voice was almost a whisper. “The Moon’s tied the three of you together in a way I’ve never seen. Elora, you’re the heart. And the two of them… they’re your halves.”

No one said anything.

Dante bowed his head, hands clenched so tight his knuckles went white. I could see the storm in his eyes, he was trying to accept it, even as it broke him. He looked up, voice rough. “So… she’s bound to both of us.”

The healer nodded, gently. “Yes. Two halves, one soul. If either bond snaps, she’ll suffer again.”

Elora’s eyes darted between us, fear across her face. “No,” she whispered. “No more fighting. Please.”

I reached out, touched her jaw, and tried to assure her. “There won’t be. We’re done fighting.”

Dante spoke, low and steady. “If this is the Goddess’s will, I’ll do my part. But I swear, brother, if you hurt her…”

“I won’t,” I said. “Neither will you.”

Elora managed a small smile, fragile and bright all at once. “Both of you,” she said. “You’re both… my strength.”

Her eyes closed. She let herself rest at last.

I glanced at Dante. His shoulders slumped, the fight finally gone. I felt everything in him... grief, exhaustion, and something gentler, too.

Acceptance.

“We’ll protect her,” I said, barely above a whisper.

He nodded, jaw set. “We already messed up once. We won't get another try.”

The healer went to the door, pausing to look back at us. “Take care, Alphas,” she said. “You’ve got a miracle. Don’t waste it on pride.”

Then she left, and we were alone.

Elora lay between us, breathing in sync with us, and for the first time in ages, I let myself breathe.

Maybe the Moon goddess never wanted to choose between us... Maybe she never planned to.

Because looking at Elora, then at Dante beside her, I finally got it... this isn’t rivalry.

It’s a balance.

And maybe love isn’t just one bond. Maybe it’s a heartbeat split in two, and somehow, that’s whole.

The healer’s words echoed in my head as I watched Elora, our Luna, alive again between us.

She belongs to you both. Two halves of the same soul.