A Night The Moon Witnessed

Lucian was just looking at me like a lost alpha that needs help. A weak one and sure I'm going to give him the help that he needs.

He sat there on the edge of the bed like a man pulled out of a storm and dropped somewhere quiet. His shoulders were tense, his head slightly lowered, as though he was fighting something inside himself. This was not the fierce Alpha who stood before the pack with fire in his eyes. This was a man caught between memory and duty.

I walked to him slowly and sat beside him on the bed. The mattress dipped under our weight, the room breathing around us in silence. I guided his head gently to my chest. He did not resist. His strength softened in my arms, and that alone made my chest ache.

My fingers slid into his dark hair, smoothing it back the way I used to when we were younger.

“Lucian, my Alpha,” I whispered. “I never knew both of us can still be together like this.”

I inhaled him. The scent of his expensive perfume mixed with alcohol filled my senses. Beneath it was something deeper, something that had always belonged to him. Wolf. Power. Home.

“This night is meant for us, Lucian,” I said softly. “This night is the one the Moon Goddess has ordained for us.” His breath brushed against my skin, slow and uneven. I felt it even through the fabric of my dress, and my heart stuttered in my chest.

I let my hands explore him gently, not in hunger, but in familiarity. His skin was warm beneath my touch, firm and real, like he was carved from stone and fire. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, one button at a time, giving him space to pull away if he wanted to.

But he did not.

When I slid the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it aside, he let out a low sound, almost like a breath he had been holding for years. I eased him back onto the bed, moonlight painting his face in silver and shadow.

His eyes fluttered open, dim and unfocused. I bent closer, as my ear was near his mouth.

“Lucian,” I whispered. “What do you have to say tonight?”

His lips moved. “Sophia…”

Just my name. Soft. Unguarded.

I smiled sadly, waiting for more, but his breath slowed, his body growing heavier against the bed. He had already fallen asleep.

Reality settled over me.

I sat there staring at him, guilt and longing twisting together in my chest. I knew what I had done. I knew why he slept so deeply. And yet, looking at him now, he looked peaceful in a way I had never seen before.

I brushed my fingers through his hair again, slower this time.

“When we were little, Lucian,” I whispered, tears sliding freely down my cheeks, “we never left each other. You told me you would protect me when I was being bullied by the pack.” My voice broke. “But now… just look at us.”

A small, conflicted smile touched my lips as I stood. My hands trembled as they moved, not with excitement, but with resolve.

“The Moon Goddess said the bond must be completed, Lucian” I murmured. “And the bond will be completed.”

The moon outside shone brighter, while watching in silence.

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“Sophia!” His voice ripped me awake.

My eyes flew open and met Lucian’s golden stare, it was sharp and furious. He was standing now,as chest rising and falling hard, like he had dragged himself out of a nightmare.

I pushed myself up slowly, refusing to let his anger shake me.

“Do you have to bring down this entire building just because you called my name, Lucian?” I asked calmly.

He looked away for a second , while his jaw clenched, then he turned back with a low growl. “What did you do with me last night, Sophia?”

I followed his gaze down without shame, then lifted my eyes back to his face with a small smile.

“Why ask such baseless questions?” I said. “You forgot so soon what last night was all about, Lucian?”

He pulled the sheet tighter around his waist like I was the dangerous one here. I almost laughed at that.

“Nothing happened,” he snapped. “Nothing. You swine hybrid.”

The word hit hard. I swallowed the pain, locking it deep inside where he would never see it.

“Lucian,” I said softly, “do you want me to tell you how you let your Wolf out last night, here in this bed?”