Reina’s POV
Rolling my eyes in disagreement, I walked past Julian, praying within me that will never happen. Just as I did this, I felt a voice speak to me. Have you forgotten you’re a nun?
It hit hard as I’d almost forgotten who I am totally. This shouldn’t be so. I wasn’t even supposed to have a man in my heart but it felt as though I was betraying the moon goddess, yet I had to question myself. If she didn’t really want me to have a mate as a werenun, why did she give me one?
To cool off my thoughts which were about to burst my head, I had to take a warm bath. The luxury of my apartment got to my head getting me excited. After taking my bath, I would love to explore and sure, Julian was going to do this.
“This shouldn’t be a sin?” I asked myself.
“No, it isn’t.” My righteous self responded.
He walked behind me as I proceeded inside, not saying a word that I paused, turning around, wanting to say my mind but he was already quick to guess through.
“I’m sorry, your royal highness. I’m not supposed to be following you in here but I fear you don’t really know the rooms so please tell me where you want to go next and I’ll take you there.”
My nostrils flared. Am I really sure I want to have him accompany me to where I want to go next? I thought up in my head. A nervous smile which seemed like a smirk broke between my lips, I narrowed my eyes, folding my hands across my chest.
“Okay, no issues.”
“I wish to have my bath, then explore the apartment with the palace. Hope you can help me with that?”
“Yes, I can. Please follow me, Princess.” I stepped aside to let him pass but not too well. My bad. I’d dropped my hands off my chest that when his arm brushed slightly over my boobs, I flinched, standing straight. Hormones ignited.
“I’m so sorry, your highness.”
I did nothing other than smirk, a lustful one which I quickly tried to correct.
We passed through several rooms which I couldn’t believe would belong to me before reaching the bathroom. A long walled glass entrance designed with gold greeted me. The door blended in with the walls, almost unrecognizable until Julian pressed a little button on the wall and it opened.
We walked in.
“Wooooowww.”
I couldn’t stop the excitement as my eyes paced through it, from the luxury golden tiles to the luxury walls, I stood there breathless. Oh my God! The space was spacious, more than even ten people could bathe in.
“This is for me?” I asked.
“Yes, your royal highness.” Julian replied. “This is an ultra modern luxury bathroom befitting of an Alpha princess like you.”
I blushed quietly, not knowing whether to take this as a compliment or answer to my question.
My eyes paced to the bathtub. A golden massive bathtub at the far extreme of the room with a glass rectangular box over it.
“What’s that for?” I pointed at it. Julian turned sharply.
“That’s the rose petals, scents and bubbles combo which you will need to prepare your bath.”
“Who’s doing that?” I snapped with my eyes raised up. “Isn’t a maid supposed to do that?”
“Yes, a maid is supposed to but this is not the royal time for bathe. A maid would be coming later, so I guess, you could wait till then.”
“No, I can’t. I really need to have a bathe lest I would feel uncomfortable.” The day I was feeling in my head, I needed something to soothe me and that would be a cold bath.
“May I ask Princess which you need so I can direct you. A cold, warm or hot bath?”
“Urgh?” I faltered, my face twisting with confusion.
“There are three—“
“Yes, let me show you Princess. The bathtub is for a warm bath. The shower over there for cold while the dispenser over there is for hot water. Each has temperature regulator.”
It’s here I turned to notice that the bathroom had more than the bathtub. The hot and cold were enclosed in two separate transparent glass containers, giving the shape and vibes of an aquarium. Things seemed so complicated yet interesting than I’d thought. “I will have a cold bath.” Being familiar with a shower, I jumped up at the idea, I didn’t need any more lectures.
“Okay, your highness.” Julian replied with a curt nod. After he said this, I watched him remain still, glaring at me, like he wanted to say something.
“Don’t tell me you will still guard me right inside here? Come on, who’s going to hurt me here. I guess you should wait outside.”
“Alright Princess. Everything you need is inside of there.” He uttered and turned to leave. I couldn’t help but shrug my shoulders, wondering what he wanted to do next. Even while we tried to act formal, our wolves were really trying to pull us together. I wanted him despite the pretense, the formality and desire to return back to celibacy but I couldn’t give in to my desires, most especially with such tense situation as I’ve found myself here.
Everything I needed will surely be in here. I was sure for a standard bathroom like this. Turning back to make sure that Julian was out and had shut the door, I began to undress, placing my clothes on the glass platform beside the shower he showed as the cold, I stepped under it to take my bath.
Swirling over with excitement, I pressed on the ON button, already imagining the bliss of the cold water draining on me and washing away my thoughts. I looked up, watching the water come down in a single stream but just right above my head, I sensed heat, a burning one. Before I could guess what was happening, I heard myself screaming at the top of my voice. My voice rang out in horror before I could hear it, I stumbled out in horror, stumbling and falling on the floor.
The door of the bathroom bounced open and Julian stumbled in.
“Your highness?” He growled in shock, his eyes went all wide as he looked at me, a feeling of shame and regret as he saw me naked on the floor.
Reina’s POV Julian’s words still clung to me. The way he spoke of a small home, laughter echoing through its halls, children running under the sun, had carved something into me. For the first time in so long, I allowed myself to imagine it too.But beneath the bliss of his dream, another thought had been growing inside me, one I could not push away any longer.I stayed close to him that night, curled against his chest. The steady beat of his heart gave me comfort, but it also reminded me of everything I stood to lose if I made the wrong choice.Julian brushed his lips over my hair. “What are you thinking so hard about?”I lifted my head and tried to smile. “Nothing worth troubling you with.”His eyes caught mine in the glow of the fire. “Don’t do that. Not with me. You carry too much alone, Reina.”I knew he was right. He always was when it came to me. Still, my chest tightened with fear at what I had to say. I could already feel how his dream and mine might not align, and that truth
Reina’s POVJulian’s hand was warm in mine. His grip was not strong yet, not the way it used to be, but I held onto it like it was my anchor. The room smelled faintly of herbs and smoke from the healers’ work, but to me, it was filled with his scent. Even in weakness, he carried that quiet strength that always calmed me.He stirred, his eyes half-open, and I felt my chest tighten. It had been days of waiting, of sitting by his side and whispering words he may or may not hear. Now, his gaze found mine, tired but steady.“You should rest too,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse, but it still wrapped around me like a thread pulling me closer.“I’ll rest when you do,” I answered softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. His skin was warm, no longer burning with fever, yet I feared letting go.A faint smile curved his lips. “Stubborn.”“Yes,” I breathed, leaning closer, “because I almost lost you.”The silence between us was heavy but not empty. It was full of all the things we had
Julian’s POVThe first clear thought that stayed with me after days of drifting in and out of darkness was her touch. Not the pain in my body, not the fire that had burned through my veins, but her hand—small, warm, steady—resting against my chest. It anchored me.I forced my eyes open. The ceiling above me was made of smooth stone, painted in pale colors. It wasn’t the battlefield, and it wasn’t the nightmare of blood and fire. I turned my head and saw her. Reina sat by my bed, her dark hair falling forward as she leaned on her arm, asleep.For a moment, I didn’t move. I only watched her. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, but even he was quiet, as if he too only wanted to breathe in this moment. Her face looked softer when she slept, free of fear, free of anger. She had shadows under her eyes, proof that she had not rested. My chest tightened at the thought—she had been here, all this time, watching over me, when she should have been sleeping, eating, living.I reached for her hand.
Reina’s POV I stayed beside him even when others told me to rest. The healers had done all they could, but his body was still weak, and it was my heart that told me not to move from his side. Every small breath Julian took felt like a thread holding him here, keeping him from slipping away.The room was quiet except for the faint crackle of the fire and the steady sound of his breathing. His skin was pale, his chest rising slow under the white bed sheets. My hands never stopped moving—either fixing the blanket around him, brushing his hair away from his forehead, or wiping away the sweat that sometimes gathered there.I remembered the war outside, the blood, the fear that I might lose him forever. The thought made my throat tighten even now. I bent forward, pressing my lips softly to the back of his hand.“You can’t leave me,” I whispered. “Not after everything. I won’t forgive you if you go.”It wasn’t anger I felt. It was raw fear. The kind of fear that eats at you from the inside
Reina’s POV The sound of war did not end all at once. First the clashing steel grew fewer. Then the cries of wolves in pain turned to whimpers and broken breaths. Smoke still stung my eyes, and the ground under me trembled from the last echoes of battle.But all I could see was Julian.He lay in the dirt, blood running down his side, his chest rising in short, sharp gasps. His face, always so strong, looked pale now, lips cracked and trembling. My heart hammered in my ribs, faster than any blade or strike of claws could make it. Fear took hold of me so hard it almost broke me.“No,” I whispered, falling on my knees beside him. My hands pressed to his wound, but the blood soaked through my fingers. “No, you don’t leave me. Not like this.”Julian’s eyes fluttered open. He tried to smile, though it hurt him. “Reina,” he breathed, his voice rough and broken. “You’re… safe.”Safe? The world around us was falling apart—wolves dragging broken bodies away, men crying out for brothers who wou
Julian’s POVThe clash of weapons and the pounding of paws matched the beat of my heart. Smoke rose from the torn ground, heavy with the smell of blood. Around me, men and wolves lay where they had fallen—some still alive, others gone. My arm hurt, my shoulder throbbed, but I couldn’t stop. The wolf inside me howled, driving me on, desperate to win.We were close. So close.King Frederick’s banners still waved in the distance, and our men shouted his name like it was fire in their lungs. Calder’s forces, fierce as they had been, now faltered, their lines breaking under our relentless push. For every one of our warriors who fell, three of theirs followed. Hope surged so high. I could almost taste the end—the freedom, the peace, the life waiting for me with Reina.Her face came to me between each strike. Her smile, her tears, the way she had pressed her forehead to mine the night before battle and whispered, “Come back to me, Julian.”I would. I had to.I swung my blade, cutting down an