Kira's POV. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors calms me now instead of scaring me. My hands rest on my stomach, the faintest of flutters reminding me that the pup is still with me, alive and safe. I still can’t quite believe how everything unfolded so quickly and dramatic. Julian sits beside me in a chair, his fingers laced through mine. The way he looks at me makes my heart ache in the best way because there’s so much unspoken emotion in his gaze, and I know he’s holding something back… but I don’t press because of what we have both been through the last hour or so... I’m just grateful we’re all here. I exhale shakily, resting my head against the pillow. Julian brush his thumb over my knuckles in a slow circular motions and just as I begin to close my eyes, thinking we might finally have a moment of peace, the door bursts open with a loud thud. “Kira!” My stepmother’s voice slices through the quiet, shrill with panic. Naomi and my father hurry in behind her, still dre
Julian’s POV. (5 minutes later) Miranda pulls back from Kira, her eyes glowing faintly with the last trace of magic. The room is dead silent. “It is done,” she says, voice calm, and almost detached. “The pup is safe.” My heart slams in my chest and for a second, no one moves. Then chaos erupts. Doctors rush forward, surrounding Kira. Machines beep faster, and louder. Nurses scramble to check her vitals while someone calls out for an ultrasound scan. I stand frozen, my eyes fixed on Kira’s still form. “Heartbeat detected—strong and stable!” one of the doctors shouts. “Fetal movement confirmed,” another says, disbelief in his voice. “It’s alive. The pup’s alive!” The relief hits me so hard my knees nearly buckle. "Miranda, thank you, I'm forever in your debt," I don’t wait for permission. I shove past the nurse and fall to my knees beside the bed. Kira stirs, her lashes fluttering as if waking from a deep dream. Then she turns her head ever so slightly, her eyes locking onto m
Julian's POV The tires screech as I pull up to the pack hospital entrance second time in a row today and the smell of burning rubber filling my nostrils. My heart slams against my ribcage, my fingers twitching as I throw the car into park. Kira is in the passenger seat, barely conscious, with her breaths shallow and sharp like broken glass. "It hurts, Julian," Her hands are curl protectively over her stomach, with her face twisting in pain. "Help! Someone help!" I bellow as I throw open the car door and rush to her side. Nurses and pack doctors run out the moment they hear me, recognizing the urgency. I scoop Kira up into my arms, her whimper slicing right through my soul. "Julian... Julian... the pup," she gasps again, her voice barely a whisper. "Please..." "Shh, I’ve got you, Red. I’ve got you. You're going to be okay. Just hold on." The sliding doors burst open before I reach them. Doctors swarm us, pushing a gurney forward. I place her down gently, her hand clin
Julian's POV. "Red, I can't imagine a future without you," I lay Kira down on the bed, feeling an urgent need to wrap myself around her. Her skin is warm and flushed, and every inch of it begs for my touch. "Me too Julian," She answers back with a smile. "Goddess, I'm one lucky son of a bitch," I run my hands across her, tracing the lines and curves of her, and feeling my cock pulse with increased urgency to claim her. Kira's breath hitches as my fingertips graze the sensitive spot just behind her knee. I stroke my way up her thighs, feeling the tense, eager muscles underneath them. "I love loving you Julian," she says and I place a soft kiss on her mouth, and work my way down to her neck, inhaling sharply as I run my tongue across the mark I gave her. Her body shivers and I smile, practically tasting her arousal, feeling every beat of my heart through my hardened manhood. "Tame me Julian," She pulls me closer, her legs lift slightly kissing the bottom of my rib cage.
Julian’s POV The dining hall is still loud with music, laughing, and people cheering us, even after Damian tried to ruin everything. But I don’t care about any of that now. Not the silly Alphas who drank too much. Not the Lunas smiling and talking. Not even the big feast everyone keeps saying was amazing — it just makes my stomach hurt now. All I can think about is Kira sitting beside me, radiant with her cheeks slightly flushed from the night's events. She’s laughing at something a Beta just said, but her eyes drift to mine as if pulled by an invisible thread. She’s mine. Queen Luna. And she’s carrying my heir. I reach for her hand under the table, brushing my fingers against hers. She stiffens slightly from the surprise, then intertwines her fingers with mine, giving me a secret smile that sends heat pulsing through my chest. I lean close to her ear, breathing her in. “I’m tired of sharing you with all these wolves,” I murmur. “I want you all to myself now.” Sh
Helen’s POV. The ballroom is a blur of gold silk, polished marble, and teeth-gritting applause. Laughter rings from every corner as guests lift their glasses to toast the newly crowned Alpha King and his Queen Luna. I don’t join in but I stand near a stone pillar wrapped in ivy, hiding behind its shadow, the weight of my fury pressed tightly against my ribs. There he is. My Julian. He looks like royalty incarnate with his sexy, commanding, lips curved into a modest smile as junior Alphas with their Lunas line up to offer him congratulations. And beside him... Kira. My breath sours just looking at her. She glows beneath the chandeliers like some divine creature. Her gown is white and gold, elegant but simple, and the fang-shaped necklace around her neck gleams like a trophy. She smiles graciously, speaking softly to the guests, like the perfect little Luna. How did this happen even after I planted doubt in her mind? Evelyn appears beside me, swirling her glass of blood-red w