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Awaiting Counterpart

The next morning, the Alpha Cedric's packhouse awoke to chaos.Nyma burned. Not with rage, not with heartbreak—but with fever.Luna Elara was the first to notice. Before dawn, she had slipped into Nyma's room, a habit she had only recently broken after years of checking on her children as they slept. And Nyma's muffled sobs the earlier night had shattered that resolve, rekindling the instinct to protect not just her daughter, but the life growing inside her, gnawing at her like an old, familiar ache. Her daughter's pain was one thing, but the thought of her grandchild suffering too? That she couldn't bear.So Elara came only to find, her face ashen, Nyma lay drenched in sweat, her skin sickly pale, her body wracked with tremors as if caught in some unseen storm."Kael!" Elara's voice pierced through the halls, sharp and urgent. "Call Amelia, now! Nyma got fever. "Kael was in the room before the words had fully left their mother's mouth, his

Second Moon, Second Chance

"Him?" Nyma gasped as fresh fire raced through her veins. "Who is he?""Shh… calm down, my crescen." the goddess voice said familiar, as if it had been whispered to her in dreams she never remembered upon waking.Crescen?Her lips parted, the question forming, but before she could speak, the silver light blinded her as it continued to speak."Luna Nyma, you dare put an infidelity mark on your mate, Lycan Alpha? Something rare and unexpected… done in centuries." the goddess walked out of the light in clear. The space charged with something that sent ice crawling down Nyma's spine. A pit yawned open in her stomach, a nameless, shapeless dread rising with it to see that light take shape.An infidelity mark?"Lunara, answer me... what is all this? Who is he and..." Nyma growl at her wolf. Having more than Lunara's presence in her consciousness felt overwhelming. With all her might, Nyma was resisting the stranger's

Claimed By The Star Moon

Nyma's pulse roared in her ears like a second heartbeat.Second Moon? Second Chance?Nyma stared at his frame, slowly familiarity and longing creeping into her bones. "You see yourself as ordinary?" Cynthia's fingers traced the scars Adrain's lies had left on Nyma's soul-body. Her bond with Adrain now looked like a chain around her wrist, painfully and hurtful "A privileged Alpha's daughter? A Lycan's temporary obsession?" Her celestial nails drew blood as they reached Nyma's swollen abdomen. "This child is no accident. This pain is no coincidence. You are the Waxing Crescent—the sliver of light that grows to devour the dark."The goddess's final words were a whisper against Nyma's soul before she vanished leaving Nyma with the choice to make second bond: "Now wake up. And show them what happens when the moon chooses sides." The words slithered through her mind, serpentine and heavy with meaning she couldn't grasp. Her fingers twitched at her sides, nails biting into her palms as sh

This Wasn’t Just A Fight, Was It?

Nyma stirred as the first rays of dawn spilled through the high windows like liquid gold. It was the kind of light that didn't just touch the earth—it blessed it. Gentle, warm, sacred. A far cry from the cold moonlight that had lit so much of her pain. For a moment, she simply lay there—still, suspended between sleep and something deeper. Her fever had broken. The storm in her body, in her soul, had stilled. The air was thick with the scent of healing herbs, bitter and heady, almost enough to turn her stomach. Ice packs lay piled up beside the bed, slowly melting, their chill fading with the passing night. To her left, she felt the steady presence of her mother—Luna Elara, her silver hair spilled like moonlight across the pillow, her brows furrowed even in sleep. She looked older than Nyma remembered. Or maybe Nyma was finally seeing her clearly—for who she was, not just the role she played.To her right, Raina, her sister-i

Just Memories Pretending To Be Dreams

Raina waited until Nyma looked at her.Then she slid closer, her voice a whisper."I saw the way you flinched when we said his name." A pause. "This wasn’t just a fight, was it?" The teacup rattled in its saucer as Nyma's hands trembled. The floral pattern blurred before her eyes as her vision swam with unshed tears. The words she'd swallowed now sat like broken glass in her throat.Nyma's fingers curled into the fabric threatening to tear beneath her whitened knuckles.The words lodged in her throat, thick as tar. He lied. He used me. He took everything.But what came out was a whisper, broken and raw: "It was never a fight."Raina's sharp inhale was the only sound in the garden. Even the birds had stilled their singing, as if sensing the storm brewing beneath Nyma's carefully composed exterior."You're shaking," Raina murmured, reaching out.Nyma jerked back as if burned. "Please, don't. Don't touch me."

Pretending It Was Out Of Love

Eventually, Raina spoke again, quieter this time. "I heard you pacing in the hall around midnight."Nyma looked up."And I saw your window still lit at three," Raina continued gently. "So I thought… maybe you weren't sleeping either."There was no accusation in her tone. Just a quiet offering.Nyma set down her mug and wrapped her arms around her belly. The child shifted, sensing her wakefulness. Her voice, when it came, was tired and brittle."I didn't want to wake anyone. I just needed… peace and quiet.""I get it," Raina said simply. "Sometimes the only time we feel like we can breathe is when the world isn't watching."A silence fell again, this one heavier—loaded with understanding. They both carried their own weights: the ache of too much love and not enough truth.Finally, Raina broke the quiet, her voice lower than before. "Do you want to talk about it?"Nyma considered it. The fire crackled between them. She thought of Adrain. And didn't exactly knew where to start with him, t

You Will Be Your Own

In this in-between hour, time itself seemed to pause—long enough to let hearts ache in quiet.Nyma sat curled in her chair, a throw wrapped loosely around her shoulders, her half-drunk mug of chocolate gone cold in her hands. She watched as Raina poured herself tea with practiced ease, then settled opposite her with a grace that could only come from habit—habit born of holding yourself together when the world kept asking you to fall apart.Neither spoke for a time.It was Raina who finally broke the silence with a soft, familiar smile. "I didn't mean to intrude.""You're not," Nyma said, and her voice was hoarse but sure. "I think… maybe I needed someone who understood."Raina looked up, eyes shining faintly in the firelight. "Understood what?"Nyma hesitated, then let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "That sometimes, even when everything is technically okay and sorted, you still feel like you're drowning."The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable—it was share

Needed You To Say

"You are strong and beautiful, Nyma, ” Raina said, her voice fierce with feeling. “ Do you remember that day? You probably don’t. But I do. You know before seeing Kael you're the first one I met and you enthralled me with your beauty and pure smile."Raina's breath caught a little, the memory blooming behind her eyes like a long-hidden secret finally given light."You might have not noticed who you smiled at that time yet it meant world to me, your felinity soft and radiant—and I swear, it felt like the whole world tilted. And then I was like, oh my moon goddess, have you sent a little goddess down to the mortal realm." Raina said fiercely, the words coming not just from her mouth, but from somewhere buried deep—her heart still thumped with that memory which made Kael, the little goddess big brother irresistible for so long and she couldn't settle for any less of a man.Raina let out a quiet laugh, watery and wistful. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? That it was you, unknowingly, who made me w

Can I have it?

Nyma chuckled.“That was just my truth for the hour. And honestly… whatever beauty you thought you saw that night—I think it was yours all along. Beauty lives in the eye of the beholder, Rain. Maybe what you really saw was yourself, reflected back.” then she reached over, squeezing Raina's hand gently. “We all need reminders—especially the ones who carry love like it’s infinite. Especially the strong ones who keep giving without ever asking to be held.”Raina laughed, half-broken, brushing the tears off her cheeks with the heel of her hand. “Moon above… you sound just like my Luna Goddess.”Nyma blinked, then snorted, her nose wrinkling. “Luna Goddess? Oh stars—don’t tell me you mean my mother.”Raina smirked through the tears. “Oh, I do. Luna Elara let me marry your brother—she’s basically divine in my book.”Nyma raised a brow, half-teasing, half-praying. She didn’t have the heart to shatter Raina’s sweet, naïve reverence. May it stay that way,

Getting Damn Bloody These Days

Raina’s hands were cold despite the fire snapping in the hearth. She clasped them tightly in her lap until her knuckles went white, her nails biting into her own palms as if pain could anchor her against the swell of longing that threatened to pull her under.Nyma noticed. She always noticed.Without hesitation, she reached across the small space and took Raina’s hands in her own, squeezing hard, grounding her. “You will,” Nyma said, her voice fierce with conviction. “Not mine. But yours. Yours and Kael’s.”Raina’s lips parted, but no words came at first. Her eyes shimmered with tears she fought to contain, her chest rising sharply as though she had to relearn how to breathe. When she finally spoke, her voice cracked like brittle glass.“I wasn’t asking for yours, Ny.” Her thumb brushed against Nyma’s knuckles, clinging to the contact like a lifeline. “I just… I was wondering if the Moon Goddess will ever grant me one of my own. If I’m even meant to.”Nyma tightened her grip, refusing

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