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Chapter 6 : The weight Of Forever ♾️

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​The morning light after the Blood Moon was pale and unforgiving. I woke up in the master suite, but the room felt different. The memories of a dozen lifetimes—Victorian balls, war-torn trenches, and ancient forests—were layered over my own like translucent silk. I looked at the man sleeping beside me, his arm still locked around my waist in a grip that even sleep couldn't loosen.

​I didn't hate him anymore. I couldn't. I remembered the feeling of dying in his arms too many times to count. But the manipulation—the buying of my father, the orchestrated debt—still burned.

​Kaelen stirred, his amber eyes opening. The moment he saw the clarity in my gaze, he knew. He didn't speak; he simply pressed his forehead against mine, his breath hitching. "You’re back."

​"I’m here," I whispered, my hand tracing the fresh marking on my neck. It was angry and red, a brand of eternal ownership. "But we aren't done, Kaelen. You broke me to keep me. We have to live with that."

​He pulled me over him, the sheets falling away. The tension from the ritual hadn't faded; it had evolved into a deep, desperate need to reaffirm the bond. "I would burn the world again for you, Elara. I will spend this entire lifetime making you forget the pain I caused to get you here."

​His hands were everywhere, possessive and worshipful, as he showed me exactly how much he had missed me over the last eighty years. The love was dark, edged with the fear of loss, making every touch feel like a frantic prayer.

THE SHADOW IN THE TREE ::

​The bliss of the bond was shattered by a low, vibrating hum that echoed through the mansion. Kaelen stiffened, his wolf snarling just beneath his skin.

​"He's here," Kaelen hissed.

​"Who?" I asked, pulling on a robe.

​"The one who started the cycle. The High Priest of the Lunar Eclipse."

​We walked out onto the balcony. Standing at the edge of the forest was a figure cloaked in tattered white robes, holding a staff tipped with a piece of the original moonstone. This wasn't a wolf; he was something older, a sorcerer of the Old Ways.

​"Kaelen Thorne!" the figure shouted, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering on a grave. "You have cheated the Goddess again. You have bound a soul that was meant to be returned to the stars. Do you think a bite can stop the tide?"

​"I have anchored her to the earth," Kaelen roared, his voice booming across the valley. "The cycle is broken!"

​"Broken? No," the Priest laughed, a hollow, terrifying sound. "You have simply made her death more painful. If she dies now, her soul won't reset. It will shatter. And you, Alpha, will feel every piece of her break."

​The Priest raised his staff, and a wave of black energy rolled toward the house. This was the man who had followed us through time, the one who saw our love as an abomination against the natural order. He didn't want my pack or Kaelen’s money; he wanted our extinct

THE RISE OF THE LUNA

​Kaelen shifted into his massive black wolf form, leaping from the balcony to meet the threat. But he wasn't alone.

​The Blackwood Pack had assembled in the courtyard. Hundreds of wolves stood in formation, their eyes fixed on the balcony. They had heard the marking-scream last night. They knew the "Butcher" had finally claimed his Queen.

​I stepped to the edge of the stone railing, my white robe billowing in the wind. The memories of a hundred years of leadership flooded my mind. I wasn't just a girl from a bankrupt pack anymore. I was the soul of the Blackwood.

​"Blackwood!" I shouted, my voice laced with the power of the bond. "Your Alpha fights for our future! Will you stand by while a ghost tries to take your Luna?"

​Marcus, the Beta, shifted into his grey wolf form and let out a howl that shook the trees. One by one, the entire pack followed suit. The sound was a wall of defiance.

​They didn't see a "contract wife" anymore. They saw the legend. They saw the woman their Alpha had waited a century for. They surged forward, a sea of fur and teeth, following Kaelen into the woods to hunt the Priest.

​I didn't stay behind. I shifted, my white fur gleaming like a star against the dark earth. I tore down the stairs and joined the fray.

​As I ran alongside Kaelen, our shoulders brushing in the heat of the hunt, I realized the Priest was wrong. We weren't a sin against the Goddess. We were her greatest masterpiece. And this time, we were the ones doing the hunting

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