Chapter 139

Dominic’s POV

I stared at Elora. She is the real Luna of this pack. She was always so ready to do things for the pack. She has gone through a lot for this pack. My mind rolled back to when we were little and she would always say things she would do for the promise she would become Luna. I always laughed, and to him, he rages and makes a great Luna. Although I never believed it then, I just said comfort to her. But look at her now... the only thing different here is that she is married to me instead of Dante.

She loves Dante much more than she loves me, that I could tell, but the bond was stronger. I love her too, but my brother and I can possibly share her because of the love and the bond between the three of us. Elora would be our Luna, She would be both our wife, and Luna. This was the only thing I would do for my brother and her. I made my brother my Co Alpha so we can both be with Elora.

The full moon climbed above us, old and bright, a silver coin tossed into midnight velvet.

It’s been months since we last gathered here, since the night air smelled soft instead of scorched. Tonight, the NightShade pack is whole again, strong, breathing, alive.

For once, my heart is quiet.

Dante stands to my right. Shoulders set, that restless spark in his eyes hasn’t left, but there’s something new in him now. He’s steady, not out of anger or fight, but because he’s finally made peace. Elora’s on my left... our Luna, the glue that holds us all together. The moonlight made her hair glow in a silver light.

She smiles at me, and something inside me just lets go.

The pack gathers in front of us. warriors and healers, kids sitting on their parents’ shoulders, elders clutching little candles. Not too long ago, these faces were drawn and lost. Now, they shine, all hope and reverence. The night thrums with their presence, thick and real.

The healer steps forward, her robe flowing on the ground. “Tonight,” she says, her voice trembling but strong, “we stand beneath the Moon to bless the bond that saved us. Alpha, Co-Alpha, Luna, three souls brought together not by accident, but by fate.”

Everyone falls silent. Even the wind holds its breath.

“Their union,” the healer goes on, “didn’t come from tradition. It was born from love, the kind that breaks the rules. They carry both light and shadow. They show us the moon goddess doesn’t split us apart, she multiplies what the heart can’t hold alone.”

Her words hit me hard. I catch Dante looking down, his eyes suddenly wet. Elora’s hand slides over his first, then finds mine. It’s soft, grounding. Peaceful.

The healer lifts her arms to the sky. “Let this night be remembered, the first bond of three hearts, one soul. Their strength is proof that love doesn’t shrink when it’s shared. It grows.”

A hush runs through the pack. Then, almost as one, they kneel, voices rising in a howl that cracks the night open, wild and beautiful and real.

That sound rolls through us, shakes the earth, rattles my bones, fills every breath I’ve ever drawn from this land.

Beside me, I feel Dante’s wolf just under his skin, eyes burning gold. My own wolf wakes up, steady and sure. Elora stands between us, her face tipped to the moon, shining with both our marks... a living bridge, tying two alphas together.

The healer’s voice floats through the howling. “The Moon blesses your union. Lead with mercy. Fight with honor. Love without fear.”

When the noise finally dies, only the soft night remains.

Elora turns to us, her gaze gentle but blazing. “We lead together,” she says, voice clear. “We protect each other. And we love, with no favorites.”

Dante nods, jaw tight, but his eyes are warm. “Together.”

I met their eyes, and something rose up in my chest, something that had nothing to do with winning or losing anymore. It went deeper than that. It felt like a promise.

The healer nodded, time for the last vow.

The pack fell quiet again. Moonlight poured over our hands, silver and soft, holding us together.

I took a slow breath, feeling the way their hearts beat against mine through the bond, our energy humming in perfect sync, whole and steady.

Under that sacred light, I whispered a vow just for the goddess.

“We aren’t broken pieces of love anymore,” I murmured. “We’re the whole thing.”

Elora’s fingers gripped mine tighter, and on my other side, Dante’s hand closed around me. The energy surged, a single heartbeat moving through all three of us.

Then, the pack howled, but this time it wasn’t for grief or anger. This was a victory.

The Moon Goddess’s light spilled across the field, silver and bright, sweeping away every trace of war or sorrow.

I looked up at her. Her cold light touched Elora’s face between us, and Dante’s shadow fell across the other side. In that moment I knew, without question, something old had ended, and something even greater had begun.

The goddess never gave us an easy love. She asked for faith, forgiveness, and surrender. But because of that, she made us stronger than anyone's heart could ever be.

Elora lifted her chin, tears shining in her eyes. “Three hearts,” she whispered.

“One bond,” Dante said.

I finished it, my voice low, carrying through the night. “And peace at last.”

We all lifted our faces to the moon while the pack’s howl swelled behind us.

Three souls, one light, one promise, unbreakable.

And right then, I knew, the NightShade pack was whole.