THIRD PERSON’S POVThe sun poured golden light over the sacred grounds of Blackwood, bathing the valley in warmth and brilliance. A gentle wind rustled the petals of wildflowers that lined the aisle, and the distant sounds of a violin danced in the air, soft and nostalgic.The ceremonial field—once a place of war declarations and battle strategies—had been transformed into a haven of love and peace. Today was no ordinary day. It was a celebration of new beginnings, of healing and unity.A new bonding ceremony.Olivia stood beneath a sprawling arch woven with fresh vines and phoenix-feather decorations, her dress flowing gently in the breeze. Her hand rested softly over her slightly swollen belly, where the tiny heartbeat of new life thrived. Her other hand was held by Dominic, who looked at her with unwavering tenderness, his other arm resting protectively behind their twin children.Noah and Aria stood just ahead of them, both dr
OLIVIA’S POVThe ceremony had ended hours ago, but its warmth still lingered in the hallways of the castle. The cheers, the applause, the dancing—they were all now fading memories wrapped in golden dust. The night sky hung heavy with stars, like blessings scattered across the heavens just for us.I walked along the moonlit balcony, the cool wind brushing my hair away from my face. The silence was calming, but it didn’t last long.Strong, familiar arms wrapped around my waist from behind.“Shouldn’t the king be entertaining the remaining guests?” I asked with a soft smile, leaning into his chest.“I’ve spent the whole evening entertaining them,” Dominic murmured into my ear, his voice low and rough. “Now, I want to spend what's left of this night with my queen.”My heart stuttered, even though I’d grown used to his affection by now. But tonight... it felt different.Turning around in his arms, I looked up at him. His eyes weren’t guarded or calculating. There was no hesitation, no guil
OLIVIA’S POVThe ceremonial hall glowed with celebration. After Dominic’s oath and the acceptance of the allied packs, the mood lifted. Music echoed through the golden arches—sweet, tribal melodies mixed with the beating of drums and strings, igniting a rhythm that coursed through everyone’s bones.Wolves, Alphas, Lunas, warriors, and elders—everyone danced. The hall was alive with joy and laughter. The usually stoic Alpha leaders were swaying with their mates, warriors were twirling their partners, and children ran between legs, howling in delight. The air shimmered not just with magic, but with a rare kind of peace.When the drums changed rhythm and the flutes dipped into a haunting melody only known to the oldest packs, a hush fell across the room. It was time for the Ritus Unitas—the Unity Ritual Dance, a tradition passed down by the first Alphas. A sacred dance performed by the leaders of a pack to represent balance, strength, and the bond between mates.Dominic found me in the c
OLIVIA’S POVThe news of my Phoenix Mark—the true Phoenix Mark—had spread like wildfire, not just across the surrounding regions, but through every werewolf pack across the land. For generations, it had been a symbol of divine strength, of rebirth and justice, and now… it was mine. Not through inheritance, not through force, but through fire, blood, and relentless will.Whispers of my duel with the Alpha King traveled even faster than the flames I wielded. But it wasn’t just me the packs were talking about. Dominic—my Dominic—was officially recognized as the new Alpha King. The man who once turned away from fate was now ruling it with honor and conviction.Our names were no longer just part of some prophecy. We were rewriting what those prophecies meant.The day of his crowning ceremony arrived, and for the first time in a long while, there was no war to prepare for, no plan to plot, no danger creeping at the edge of my awareness. There was only peace… and a surreal kind of calm.The
OLIVIA’S POVThe air outside was cool that morning, brushed with the scent of pine and dew. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the house behind me was alive with the sound of childish laughter and the clatter of Aria’s wooden tea set being laid out on the porch.But I could feel it—the shift. The kind of silence that always came before someone left.Derek stood at the edge of the garden, right where the stone path disappeared into the dense woods, the morning mist still lingering between the trees. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his shoulders drawn back like he was holding himself together with sheer will. He looked out into the trees like they were calling him, like some part of him was already deep within them—already halfway gone, waging a silent war I couldn't see but could certainly feel.I stepped toward him, my voice gentle, hesitant. “Leaving without saying goodbye?”He glanced down at me for a fleeting moment, then turned his gaze back toward the horizon.
OLIVIA’S POVThings were finally… looking up.The war was behind us. The throne, no longer my burden. For the first time in years, the air around me didn’t carry the weight of expectations, betrayal, or unfinished battles. I could finally breathe. Finally exist—as me.Dominic had stepped into his new role as King with unwavering determination. It suited him. The weight of a kingdom sat better on his shoulders than guilt ever had. He was thriving, focused, and still found time to kiss the top of my head every morning as if I was the sun and he never wanted to forget how warm it felt.James had taken over as the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack—Dominic couldn’t be in two places at once, and though he’d begged me to take the title, I refused. Not out of fear. Not out of doubt.I simply didn’t want it.I didn’t want to be Luna. Or Queen. Or any title that would turn me into a symbol. I just wanted to be Olivia—someone trying to make peace between the fire in her soul and the wolf in her bones.