Semua Bab The Dominant Omega And Her Submissive Alpha : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ravena’s POVKillian was back. The thought sent a shiver through me, not of fear, but of something deeper. Something twisted and tangled in the past.I sat in my dimly lit chamber, staring at my reflection in the cracked mirror. The face that looked back at me was still beautiful, still powerful, yet worn by years of waiting. Years of bitterness. He had always been my weakness.But I was not the naive girl who had once sought his love. No, I had grown beyond that. I had forged myself into something stronger, something sharper. And yet…I traced my fingers over the ancient spellbook in front of me, its pages whispering of destruction, of curses that could bring even the strongest Alpha to his knees. I could end this pack. I could make Helios suffer for his father’s sins. But if I did, Killian would never see me.Not the way I wanted him to. I needed him to understand me, to see that everything I had done, every plan, every attack—had been because of him. Because he had denied me, had l

Star's POV Savoring the scent of pine and the distant hum of crickets, I lay beside Helios, my fingers tracing idle patterns across his bare chest. His warmth was a stark contrast to the chill outside, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to relax."My Luna, you're too quiet," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep and satisfaction. "I'm just... thinking," I admitted. He cracked an eye open, amusement glinting in his golden irises. "That could be dangerous."I smacked his shoulder lightly, making him chuckle. "I mean it, Helios. Everything changed so quickly. A few months ago, you wanted to break me. Now...""Now, I can't imagine life without you," he finished, his expression turning serious. "I was a fool, Star. A coward who thought strength was measured by control and dominance. But you... you showed me something different."A lump formed in my throat at the raw honesty in his voice. I had spent so long being the one in charge, keeping him on his knee

Unknown POV The anticipation in the pack was immense, electrified by the murmurs of the gathered pack members as the grand hall of the Moonlit Pack was prepared for a momentous occasion, the Luna Ceremony. Tonight, Star would officially become their Luna, fully recognized and bound to the pack through an ancient ritual overseen by none other than Killian, the former Alpha and Helios’ father.Dressed in a flowing silver gown embroidered with delicate lunar patterns, Star stood at the entrance of the ceremonial clearing, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her, but she lifted her chin in defiance of any lingering doubt. She had fought for this. She had survived cruelty, abandonment, and rejection, yet here she stood, not just as Helios’ mate, but as his equal, his Luna.The pack had long since accepted her, but tonight, the bond would be sealed, forever. No more whispers about an ome

Helios POV The days are moving faster than I can keep up with. It's not just the pregnancy. Even though Star's growing belly serves as a constant reminder of the life we’re creating together, but everything that’s happened in the pack. Being the Alpha isn’t easy. There’s always someone with an opinion, always someone questioning if I’m doing enough. But with Star at my side, I feel stronger than I’ve ever been. I watch her now, as she leans over the desk, looking over some of the pack’s reports. I can't help but marvel at her beauty. I swear that a focused, working woman is the most attractive. Even the small changes in her features can't diminish her beauty. The glow of pregnancy suits her in ways I didn’t think possible. Her curves are more defined, and her confidence has only grown since we mated. There’s an undeniable strength in her that I never expected.Star is no longer the fra

Helios POV The sunlight filters gently through the window as I sit in the chair beside Star’s bed, watching her sleep. I can’t help but smile softly at the sight of her, her breathing steady, her hair spilling across the pillow like a dark river. Pregnancy has slowed her down more than I ever imagined it would. She had always been full of fire, always moving, always commanding the room, and now... now she’s more often than not wrapped in blankets, resting, her energy sapped.I wish I could do more for her, but no matter how much I try to pamper her, nothing seems to lift that exhaustion she carries. Her wolf, while powerful in its own right, has always been a runt, something she’s mentioned casually on more than one occasion. I didn’t think much of it at the time. She’s always been so strong in other ways, but now I’m beginning to wonder if the toll of carrying this child is too much for her.