INICIAR SESIÓNAfter a while, I lowered my cup. "Father.""Hm?"I hesitated, turning the words over once more before letting them out. Then smiled. "I've been practicing."That immediately gained his attention. He set his own cup down, the easy fondness from a moment ago sharpening into something far more alert."The portal."His eyes widened slightly. "The celestial portal?"I nodded, and excitement fluttered inside me, the kind I hadn't let myself fully feel until I said it aloud. "Rachelle already taught me the fundamentals."Father stared.For a long moment, he didn't say anything at all. Then, something vulnerable crossed his face. Stripped entirely of the composure he usually wore so effortlessly, the kind of expression I imagined he rarely allowed anyone to see, perhaps not even himself, in quiet moments alone.For the first time since our reunion, I saw just how much he missed Her.The Moon Goddess.His mate. His wife. My mother. The woman he'd waited centuries to see again, across more life
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up. "Come in."The study room opened. Father entered carrying a silver tea tray, the porcelain clinking gently with each careful step. My expression softened immediately. "Father..."A soft, gentle smile appeared on his face. It was his usual smile every time he saw his beloved daughter. "There, you are, my little moon."My breath hitched at the endearment he used to call me since I was little. It melted my heart instantly as the scent of the chrysanthemum tea reached me first."You made it?" I asked softly."Of course." He set the tray down carefully like the small ceremony of it almost endearing. I watched as the way he arranged the cup and poured with more precision than the task strictly required before taking the seat across from me.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't awkward. It never was with him. Instead, it felt comfortable and familiar. It felt like... home.I thanked Father for serving me the tea and wra
The familiar scent of parchment, ink, and brewed tea greeted me the moment I stepped into my office at the Caelthorn Trade House.For a brief moment, I simply stood there, looking and remembering.The large windows overlooked the busy streets of the capital. Merchants moved between wagons. Workers unloaded create from incoming caravans. Clerks hurried through the corridors carrying ledgers thicker than some history books.Everything looked exactly the same. And yet, somehow, it wasn't.Because the last time I stood there, I was still Marcelo's wife.The realization settled heavily inside my chest. Slowly, I walked toward my desk and brushed my fingers over its polished wooden surface.How strange... It felt like years had passed, not weeks. Years.A faint knock echoed through the study room. "Lady Euphyllia?"I turned as one of the clerks immediately lowered his head upon entering. "The quarterly reports have arrived." "Thank you."He carefully placed several folders onto my desk b
The world narrowed to the space between us as Lucretius began to lift my skirt, the fabric whispering against my skin in the cool night air.My breath hitched, a sharp, audible intake of anticipation as I watched him lower himself to his knees before me. The powerful, indomitable man who commanded armies and senates was now kneeling at my feet, an offering of utter devotion.My fingers found their way into his hair again, gently clutching the dark strands, grounding myself against the overwhelming swell of emotion and desire. He looked up at me, his gaze burning with an intensity that promised both worship and ruin. He held my eyes as he reached beneath the hem of my skirt, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path up my thigh until they found the flimsy lace of my panties. There was a pause, a heartbeat of suspended silence, and then with a sharp, decisive tug, he tore them. The fabric gave way with a rending sound that was shockingly loud in the quiet garden, and a sharp gasp es
The moment we stepped beyond the brighter sections of the palace grounds, the sounds of the banquet faded behind us. The distant music became nothing more than a faint melody carried by the evening breeze.Moonlight spilled across the stone pathways, silvering the gardens and casting long shadows underneath the towering hedges. I was the one leading him, or at least pretending to, because despite allowing me to tug him along, Lucretius never loosened his hold on my hand. Not once."Where are we going, wifey?" he asked calmly. I glanced over my shoulder and immediately caught the look in his eyes. It was the look of a man who already knew the answer. A smile tugged at my lips. "Why?" I teased. "Are you impatient, hubby?"His gaze turned dark and dangerous, yet held a hint of amusement. "Very."Heat immediately rushed to my cheeks, but I hid it by grinning at his honesty. Eventually, I led him toward a quieter section near the rear gardens where the palace walls shielded the area fro
A ripple of laughter lingered around the table. Lady Cordelia was still fanning herself dramatically while several noblewomen had completely abandoned any attempt to hide their amusement.Meanwhile, the subject of the conversation was finally reaching his limit. I noticed it before anyone else. Perhaps, because I knew him too well.Across the ballroom, Lucretius suddenly stopped pretending to pay attention to the officers surrounding him. Commander Blitzard was speaking. At least, I assumed he was.Because my husband wasn't listening. Not anymore. His gaze remained fixed on me. Completely and dangerously.One of the commanders followed his line of sight before groaning loudly. "Oh, for the love of the Moon Goddess." Several officers immediately laughed. Another slapped Lucretius on the shoulder and told him, "Go."A second one rolled his eyes. "Please."A third pointed directly toward me. "Your wife is right there."The surrounding officers looked thoroughly exasperated. Meanwhile
"My, my, the newlywed lovebirds have finally shown themselves."That was Romina's statement as soon as Lucretius and I showed up in the dining hall with our hands intertwined. This wasn't my idea, but Lucretius's. It was right after the maids had finished their business with me that he demanded I s
When the dinner was over and the servants cleared the last of the plates, Romina was still giggling over Lucretius's shameless remarks to me until my face had gone red before she and Lorenzo had finally excused themselves for the night. Then, Redmund and Lilith followed soon after.The stiff smile
"Why are we frowning tonight, Euphyllia?"That was Lucretius' question to me when he was resting in the corner after a long night's chatter with his guests. I even bestowed him a glass of champagne before settling with him in the corner.My blood was boiling from his question because until now, the
Lucretius' smile widened as soon as I came out, his expression pressing a pride on it the moment I was in front of him.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe when his striking hazel eyes traced the gown he had tailored for me as he offered his hand to me."Beautiful," he murmured, breathless. I in







