LOGINAluna’s POVThe door closed behind me softly and the sound. It felt like something inside me had been opened without permission. I didn’t run far after leaving the hall. My legs already knew the way.The corridor blurred slightly as I moved through it, not because I was in a hurry, but because my body wasn’t fully obeying me anymore. It was like the past had stepped forward and taken control of my breathing.By the time I reached my room, my hand was shaking on the handle. And when I stepped inside… It didn’t stop.It got worse.The silence in the room didn’t comfort me.It exposed me. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it slowly, my back pressing into the wood like it could hold me together.But it didn’t.Because the moment my eyes stopped moving, the memories came back properly.Full presence.Like it was happening again.Wilson’s expression when he rejected me in front of everyone. Grace standing beside him like she had always belonged there more than I did.The laught
Aluna's POV I couldn’t believe today was finally here. It didn’t feel like celebration, it felt like pressure building under skin stretched too tightly, like the world had decided to stay still just long enough for me to feel everything I had ever buried all at once, every breath I took carrying the weight of awareness that there was no turning back from this moment, no version of me that could step out of it unchanged.Dalton walked beside me without hesitation. That alone was dangerous in a waly I didn’t have words for, because when he moved like that, like nothing in the world could shake him, I started forgetting how to fall apart properly, forgetting how to doubt without feeling like I was betraying something that had already chosen me.The ceremonial hall was already filled when we entered. Wolves from every major territory stood in ordered clusters, representatives of packs I had only ever heard of in fear or rumor, eyes turning as we passed through them, measuring, judging, r
Aluna’s POVBy the time evening came, I had learned two things.First, Rebecca was far more dangerous than she looked when she decided something mattered.Second, wedding preparations somehow managed to swallow an entire day without asking permission.I had been measured, turned, examined, made to stand still, made to walk, made to lift my chin, lower my shoulders, and at some point I had become convinced they all enjoyed watching me suffer.By the time I finally escaped the living room, my head felt full.Not in a bad way.Just… full.Voices still drifted faintly from downstairs as I walked through the corridor. The house was softer now. Evening light spilled through the tall windows, turning the walls golden. Somewhere farther away, someone laughed. A door opened. Closed. The quiet after movement.I should have felt tired.Instead, I felt strangely awake.Maybe because for the first time all day I was alone with my thoughts. And that was dangerous. Because the moment I was alone, ev
Aluna’s POVThe warmth of that moment stayed with me even after we stepped out of the room.It lingered in the quiet space between us, in the way my skin still remembered his hands, in the way my pulse still refused to settle no matter how calmly I tried to breathe. Even now, walking beside him, I could still feel the weight of his mouth on mine, the heat of his touch, the look in his eyes just before that knock had pulled us back into the world.Jane stood a few steps away waiting for us, hands folded neatly in front of her. The moment her eyes lifted to me, I knew. That tiny flicker of amusement. That was the first warning.“Alpha. Luna,” she greeted softly.Dalton’s hand was still loosely around mine. His thumb brushed once against my knuckles before letting go.“What is it?” he asked.“Rebecca asked me to bring Luna,” Jane said. “They are ready.”For a second I only blinked. “Ready?”Jane’s mouth curved slightly. “For your fitting.”The fitting. The wedding. The word still landed
Aluna’s POVI didn't know why but I was feeling scared… he has so much faith in me that it scared me.. I turned slowly to face him.And for a second… I didn’t speak.Because the words were already sitting too heavy in my chest.“I’m scared,” I said quietly.His gaze sharpened instantly, not in alarm, but in attention. The kind that made it impossible to hide anything.“Of what?” he asked.My fingers tightened slightly at my sides. “Of losing control,” I admitted. “Of everything. Of this… of me. Of doing something wrong and making you regret standing beside me.”Silence followed. Then he stepped closer. Slow, steady, like he had all the time in the world. “You think you could embarrass me?” he asked, voice low.I hesitated. “I think I could fail you,” I said instead. That made his expression shift.Not softer.Stronger.Like something in him had just decided something.“You can’t fail me,” he said simply.I frowned slightly. “You don’t know that.”“I do,” he replied.The certainty in
Aluna’s POVThe noise never really stopped.Not completely.Even when the house seemed quieter, when the footsteps faded into distant echoes and the laughter softened into something more controlled, I could still feel it… the movement, the anticipation, the constant shift of energy that came with preparation, with expectation, with something as big as what was about to happen.My wedding.The word still felt strange in my mind, like something I had not fully settled into yet, like it belonged to a version of me that I was still catching up to, and yet every time I tried to step away from it, to slow down and breathe, something inside me pulled me right back.Not fear.Not doubt.Something else.Something deeper.I stood near the window in my room, my fingers resting lightly against the frame as I looked out into the open grounds beyond, watching as people moved with purpose, pack members preparing, organizing, adjusting things that I didn’t fully understand but knew were important.Fo
Dalton’s POVThe moment Dallas withdrew, the silence inside me felt louder than the chaos that had just unfolded.James bowed his head slightly and stepped aside, giving me the space I needed. The red glow from the altar still pulsed against the stone walls, slower now, but alive…hungry. My mate l
Dalton’s POVDawn arrives slowly, stretching pale gold fingers across the sky as if the world itself is hesitant to wake.I am already awake.I sit at the edge of my bed for a long moment, elbows resting lightly on my knees, staring at the faint light spilling through the tall windows. The air is c
Dalton’s POVThe corridor outside the council wing hums with quiet urgency.James stands a few steps away from me, his posture straight, eyes unfocused for a brief second. I recognized the look immediately.He is mind linking.The faint flicker of energy brushes the edges of my senses as he connect
ALUNA'S POV I didn’t mean to stop working.That was the worst part. It wasn’t rebellion or defiance. My body simply… gave up.I had curled into myself behind the storage sheds, knees pulled tight to my chest, dirt pressing cold through my thin dress. My fingers were trembling, nails digging into







