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
Kira's POV. For a long moment, I say nothing. Then, mustering a weary smile, I whisper, “Let’s just get through tonight.” He nods silently, and Naomi gently steers him toward the door, Vivienne trailing closely behind. “I’ll be the one cheering the loudest,” Naomi calls over her shoulder with a wink, her voice light as she disappears from view. I smile and moments later, two royal guards appear at the door. “It’s time, Luna Kira,” one of them says. I inhale deeply and follow them downstairs. The grand hall glows with warm torchlight, casting flickers across polished stone and beautifully decorated room filled up to the last seat... This is it... Music quiets as I take my first step down the long aisle. All eyes are on me and for a moment, they make me nervous until Julian mindlinks to me. 'I am right here Red,' he says and my eyes snap on him. Julian stands at the end of the aisle, dressed in dark ceremonial armor stitched with silver thread, the crimson sash across
Kira’s POV The corridor darkens slightly as a shadow steps into our path. I blink up, startled, then immediately recognize her. It is Katie. She’s as regal as I remember, all sharp cheekbones and cool poise, Damian’s mark peeking from beneath her collar. “Brother in-law. Kira,” she says evenly, eyes darting between us. “ I came to wish you two good luck with the coronation.” What?! There’s a pause, heavy with unspoken memories and the weight of past tension I don't want to remember. “Thank you,” Julian replies stiffly, his hand pressing gently to the small of my back. “Thanks,” I echo, a little more softly. Katie dips her head and glides past us with the effortless grace of someone who still commands attention even when she's no longer in the spotlight with Damian. "That was... odd," I murmur. Julian chuckles lightly. "Maybe she's turned over a new leaf?" We exchange a knowing glance but say nothing more as we continue down the hall. The moment the bedroom d