INICIAR SESIÓNThis chapter marks the beginning of Maya discovering who she truly is.
GRAYSON POVI wasn’t expecting them back so soon.Blood Moon Pack Palace was bright with morning light, guards standing tall, servants sweeping the marble floors, everything peaceful, until the gates swung open and Alpha Lucien walked in with Luna Maya at his side.They weren’t supposed to return for two more weeks.“Alpha?” I said, rushing toward them. “You’re back already?”Lucien didn’t answer right away. His eyes were dark, too dark. His jaw was tight, like he was grinding his teeth.Something was wrong, then my eyes landed on Luna Maya.She looked fine on the outside, but there was something else in her eyes, something she was trying to hide.“What happened?” I asked again.Lucien looked around. Guards. Maids. People everywhere. He wasn’t going to talk out here.“Inside,” he ordered. “My office.”I nodded instantly.Before we left, Serin, Maya’s handmaid, came running like she’d been waiting all year.“My Luna! You’re home!” she cried, hugging Maya tight.Maya smiled a little, an
Marcus’s POV The night was too quiet, even for Crescent Pack territory.I stood at the border with my arms crossed and my jaw tight. Cold wind brushed through the trees, and the moon hid behind thick clouds like it didn’t want to see what was about to happen.I kept looking around, checking the shadows.He said midnight, It was past midnight.I didn’t like waiting. It made me feel watched, and I hated feeling watched.“Where is he?” I growled. “He should’ve been here by now.”Snap.A branch broke behind me.Snap… crunch… crunch…Slow footsteps.My heart kicked inside my chest, but I stood still. I wasn’t a pup. I wasn’t afraid. Not of some hooded man.Another shadow moved between the trees, and then he stepped out silently, wrapped in a long black cloak with a deep hood that hid his entire face. Black gloves and Black boots. He moved slowly toward me, like he had all the time in the world.When he reached me, he stopped just a few steps away.“You’re late,” I said, keeping my vo
Maya’s POVMy hands were still shaking long after the four assassins were taken away.Even though I was standing safely inside the beach house now, and Lucien was holding my hands, despite the guards protecting us, I couldn’t stop shaking.I kept replaying the scene in my head.The knives, killers running at me, the sword I caught with my bare hand and how easily I had knocked them down.It didn’t feel real or possible.I sat on the couch by the window, watching the guards hustle outside. Lucien knelt right in front of me, his hands warm around mine.“Maya,” he said softly, “talk to me.”I swallowed hard. “I… I don’t understand what happened. I moved so fast. Too fast. And I didn’t even think. My body just… did everything.”Lucien brushed a curl from my face. His eyes were calm, but I could see worry hiding deep inside.“You were protecting yourself,” he said gently. “You did what you had to do.”“But how?” I whispered. “I shouldn’t be that strong.”Lucien opened his mouth to answer,
Maya's POVThe first thing I felt the next morning was warmth.Warm sunlight. Warm blankets. Lucien's warm arms around my waist.I opened my eyes slowly, still half asleep. The waves outside the window made soft sounds, like the ocean was singing a morning song just for us. The air smelled fresh, sweet, almost like honey and flowers.But there was something else too.A soft tickle on my cheek.I blinked, confused, until I saw it, a big red rose brushing against my face.Lucien held it, smiling down at me.“Good morning, my queen,” he whispered.His voice was soft and deep, the kind that made my heart flutter.I yawned and stretched under the blankets. “You’re waking me up with a flower?”“Not just one,” he said smiling, his perfect white teeth effortlessly charming me.He moved the rose aside and my breath hitched.The bed was surrounded by soft white daisies, bright red roses, and tiny purple petals. All around me.It felt like waking up inside a garden.My eyes went wide. “Lucien…
Me and Lucien.The yacht sailed through soft blue waves under the warm morning sun. The sea shimmered like spilled diamonds. Birds flew above us, and the breeze carried the smell of salt and soft flowers from lands I didn’t even know existed.Lucien stood behind me, his arms wrapped loosely around my waist as we watched the horizon growing closer.“How much longer?” I asked softly.“Just a few more minutes,” he whispered against my ear, his warm breath sending a little shiver down my spine.His private island appeared slowly green, gold, and glowing. Tall palm trees swayed like dancers. White sand wrapped the edges like a ribbon. Clear water lapped gently at the shore. It looked like a dream drawn by the Moon herself.My heart thumped with excitement.“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.Lucien kissed the side of my head. “Not as beautiful as you.”My cheeks warmed.The yacht slowed and lowered a small wooden bridge leading straight onto the sand. Lucien stepped down first, then turned, off
Maya's POVThe morning of my wedding felt like waking up inside a dream, for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel small, scared or unsure.I felt ready.The palace was glowing in soft golden lights, fresh flowers, people whispering and rushing down hallways. Everyone moved with a kind of excited buzz, like the whole world was holding its breath.Three days ago, I could barely calm my shaking hands.Today? They felt steady.My heart wasn’t heavy with doubt. It was beating with joy.I stood before the mirror while the royal maids helped me into my gown. It was soft white with shimmer like moon dust, flowing like water around my feet. My hair fell down my back in long curls, pinned with tiny silver flowers.“You look like a star,” Serin whispered.I smiled, shy but warm. “Thank you.”Lyra hummed happily in my head. “We look beautiful,” she said proudly.“We do,” I whispered back.A gentle knock sounded on the door.Rachel peeked in. “May I see the bride?”I laughed softly. “Come







