LOGINLYRA:Wow, so this is really happening. After all the weeks spent in the clinic, after everything I had endured, I finally found myself back in the loving arms of my fiancé, yes, fiancé. I was really getting married.My eyes opened slowly, a soft smile still resting on my lips as I carefully crawled out of bed, making sure not to wake Ronan. He slept deeply beside me, his face peaceful, his chest rising and falling. A quick glance at the clock told me it was morning, 7:45 a.m.The ring on my finger reflected the morning light, the moonstone sparkling softly, and my heart felt so full it almost hurt. I needed fresh air, I needed to feel the new day wrap around me and make everything real.I slipped a light robe over my nightgown and moved quietly down the stairs, the house still asleep as I passed the kitchen and stepped out through the back door. The morning air was cool, dew clinging to the grass while birds sang gently, and the sun peeked over the trees, painting the sky in pink and
LYRA:We walked slowly up the stairs with Ronan’s hand holding mine tightly as the party sounds grew quieter below, the music and laughter fading while my heart beat fast and the ring on my finger felt new and shiny, the moonstone catching the light from the hall lamps as Ronan looked at me with soft eyes full of love. We did not talk because we did not need to, the night felt perfect, Cole was gone, the fear was over, and now it was just us.At the top, we turned toward our room and Ronan opened the door, letting me go in first. The room was dim with only a small lamp on and the bed looked big and inviting as Ronan closed the door behind us and locked it with a click, the sound making my skin tingle because we were alone. He turned to me and pulled me close with his arms around my waist, careful of my belly. “My wife.” He whispered, his warm breath against my ear. I smiled “not yet but soon.”He kissed me softly at first, his lips gentle on mine as I kissed back with my hands on h
RONAN:We walked back into the hall hand in hand. The music was still playing. Soft and slowly. Lights glowed warm around us. People laughed and talked. The party felt alive again. Lyra's silver dress caught the light. She looked beautiful. Like she always did.I stopped near the center of the room. The crowd parted a little. Some wolves noticed us and smiled. Silas saw me. He gave a small nod. Jerome watched from the side. He knew what was coming.I turned to Lyra. Her eyes were bright. She was happy. Finally happy after everything."Lyra," I said softly. My voice was low so only she could hear at first.She looked up at me. "Yes?"I took both her hands. "I tried to do this once. At the fair. You remember. The roses. The lights. The band. I got down on one knee. I asked you to be my wife. My mate. Forever."Her eyes got wet. She nodded slowly. "I remember. It was perfect... until the pain came.""I know," I said. "The coma took that moment from us. But we got it back. We got each oth
THIRD PERSON POV:Harlan drove through the forest in his old truck. The road was rough, and the truck shook as it moved. Trees stood close on both sides. The moon was bright, but Harlan did not care about it.His hands were tight on the steering wheel.Cole was in jail.Jerome’s pack had taken him after the trap at the river failed. Harlan had watched from far away, hiding in the dark, as guards dragged his son off. He could still hear Cole shouting. It burned inside his chest.Jerome was his brother. Family. And yet, Jerome had chosen Ronan over blood.Ronan should have died. He should have stayed in that coma. But he woke up and ruined everything.Harlan was not finished. Not yet.Lyra’s baby was the answer.He had read the old scrolls many times. The words were clear. A child born to a Luna who could not have children, from the Ancient Silver Wolves bloodline, would be powerful. Stronger than any Alpha. Able to control wolves.But the price was heavy.The mother had to die.Lyra wo
RONAN:We drove back to the pack house in silence at first. Lyra's hand rested on her belly, the other holding mine tight. The shock of seeing Cole or whatever ghost of him still hung between us. But when we pulled up to the gates, the lights were on bright, and music drifted out from the main hall.Jerome waited outside with Silas and a few pack members. His face looked relieved when he saw us step out of the car."Son," Jerome said, pulling me into a rough hug. "Lyra." He kissed her forehead gently. "Come inside. We need to talk."We went to the alpha's office. The room felt heavy. I told him everything, how Cole appeared across the road, how he vanished when the car passed. Lyra added the details she saw, her voice was low.Jerome listened without interrupting. When we finished, he rubbed his face with one hand. "Harlan has gone silent. No one has seen him since the warehouse. Cole... if he is truly alive, he is not in any hospital. The news was a lie to cover something. But we wi
LYRA:Three days had passed since we left the hospital. The pack house felt safe again, quiet and warm. My bruises were fading to yellow, and the pup moved more every day, strong little kicks that made me smile even when my heart felt heavy.But the news about Cole kept playing in my head. The TV said he was alive, though badly hurt in the neck, but no updates came after that. No pictures. No hospital reports. Nothing. Harlan stayed silent.Jerome sent wolves to watch, but they found empty trails. It made my stomach twist. I knew I killed him. I felt the tray go in deep. I watched his eyes go still. How could he be alive?The guilt from before came back stronger at night. What I did with Cole at the hotel while Ronan lay in a coma. I betrayed him. My mate. The one who fought through death to save me. I could not carry it anymore. I had to tell him.Ronan walked into our room that afternoon. He looked better, the cuts on his body almost gone. He smiled when he saw me sitting on the bed







