MasukThe moment Cassius asked me that question, I forgot how breathing worked.
Can I kiss you?
Such a simple question. Just four words. Yet somehow, those four words made my entire body freeze. Maybe because nobody had ever asked me that before. Not like this. Not with patience. Not with gentleness. Not while looking at me as though my answer mattered more than his own wishes. Cassius had every right to assume things. We were married. We had shared years together once. We ha
A hand shook my shoulder gently."Mama..."The whisper was barely loud enough to reach me, yet it carried so much fear that I was fully awake before I even opened my eyes. Moonlight spilled through the bedroom curtains, casting a pale silver glow across the room, and in its center stood Selena. She clutched the hem of her nightdress so tightly that her knuckles had turned white, her tiny shoulders trembling as though she had run all the way from her room. My heart lurched at the sight of her. Beside me, Cassius stirred almost instantly. He pushed himself upright before I could even sit, every trace of sleep disappearing the moment he saw our daughter's frightened face. "Princess?" he asked softly, holding out both arms. Selena crossed the room without hesitation and climbed into his lap, burying herself against his chest as though it was the only place in the w
I woke to the sound of hurried footsteps. Small. Bare. Fast enough to send every protective instinct inside me snapping awake before my eyes had even opened."Daddy!"The bedroom door burst open. I was already sitting upright before I fully registered who it was. Selena stumbled inside, her little chest rising and falling rapidly, tears glistening in the moonlight spilling through our windows."Daddy..."Her voice cracked."I... I..."She couldn't even finish.I was out of bed before she reached me."Princess."I gathered her into my arms without hesitation. Her tiny body shook against mine, not from cold, but from fear. Real fear. The kind no child could fake. I rubbed slow circles over her back, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of her breathing."What happened?"She buried her face against my neck."I saw her..."I frowned."Saw who?""The white lady."Every muscle in my body locked. Behind me, I felt the mattress shift as Sienna sat up."What white lady?" she asked gently.Selen
Wine never affected wolves the way it affected humans. It warmed us, relaxed us, made laughter come easier, but it never truly clouded our minds. Tonight, however, I was convinced my wife had managed to intoxicate me far more thoroughly than the wine ever could.She remained on the balcony for another few quiet minutes, leaning lightly against the railing with her glass cradled between both hands. Moonlight rested across her face, softening every feature I had spent years memorizing. She looked peaceful. Content. Happy. There had once been a time when I believed I would never see that expression on her again. Now it had become one of the greatest addictions of my life."You've been staring for a while," she said without turning around."I know."She smiled to herself. "You're doing it again.""I know.""You'll bore a hole through me.""I sincerely hope not."Her laughter drifted into the quiet night, disappearing into the breeze. Somehow the fact that it was so soft, so private, made
Cassius and I had a very different rhythm. Intimacy was not new to us, but it was also a silent foreign concept. After dejected attempts to find Sora, I left her up. It was no more useful. She was gone for good and I was wolfless. It did not matter anymore too. I was accepted beyond being just a wolf. The pack had progressed significantly and flourished. Blood Moon now stood as one of the most powerful werewolf councils and a moral high ground for all legal work. Any judgement or verdict passed by our legal council was deemed final. No one could oppose it. Coming back to my relationship with Cassius, we were a couple. Cassius had seen me naked countless times after Nichola’s birth. He was there when I had to change, when I had to bathe, when my stitches were removed. Every single time. He did not bother how my body looked and I never had any mind to even think of it. Recovery, Nicholas, Selena, Kane, work, pack, politics took enough time that none of this ever crossed my mind. Even
Healing was easier with Cassius by my side. After we had introduced our son to the pack, I had decided to go back to my duties and responsibilities. Not that anyone even asked me, but I couldn’t stay away for so long. As expected I had gotten an immense protest from Cassius. He wanted me to rest more, stay home and enjoy being pampered while he loved to take care of us. Kane and Selena were also growing faster, something that I badly wished to stop and preserve. Their schooling had become much more serious and challenging given their intelligence and strength. Selena and Kane had picked up strength, agility, flexibility, defense and intelligence.Sitting back in the office, it felt good and bad at the same time. I missed being at home but I was very eager to be back at work. It felt good to be back in charge of duties and responsibilities. About thirty minutes into reviewing reports, Cassius's voice suddenly appeared inside my mind. Have you eaten? I stared at the paperwork in front o
Nearly a month had passed since Nicholas came into the world, and for the first time since his birth, I stood before the bedroom mirror wearing something other than comfortable nursing clothes. The long healing process had tested my patience far more than I wanted to admit. My incision had closed well according to Marianne, but every careful step still reminded me that my body had fought one of the hardest battles of my life. I moved slowly while Camilia stood behind me, gently helping me slip into an elegant ivory Luna gown embroidered with delicate silver thread that shimmered like moonlight against fresh snow. The fabric rested comfortably over my healing body without pressing against my scar, and for the first time in weeks, I almost felt like myself again. Selena insisted that no one else was allowed to touch my hair. She stood proudly on a small stool, carefully brushing every strand with the seriousness of someone performing the most important duty in the world. Across the room







