Semua Bab When we are one : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The last twenty-four hours have passed in a blur—fast, chaotic, and yet somehow suspended in time.Now, I sit quietly in Luna Olivia’s private room, the warm scent of lavender and cedarwood curling around me like a comforting embrace. My fingers tremble slightly as I smooth down the intricate fabric of the dress I now wear—her dress.It once belonged to Olivia, worn the night she became Luna of this very pack, and now she has passed it on to me. A blessing. A symbol of trust. A silent vow between women.The gown is unlike anything I’ve ever worn. Hand-crocheted, floor-length, woven from fine silk and adorned with delicate diamonds scattered across the bodice like a constellation of stars. It hugs my body with reverence, soft and ethereal, and I can feel the power it carries—not just from its craftsmanship, but from its history.Silvara hums low in awe from within, her voice like silver smoke in my mind.“You look like a queen of starlight. The earth itself bows to you.”I place my han

We partied until dawn.We drank to the Moon Goddess.We drank to the Divine.We drank to our bond—though mine was water disguised in crystal glass. No one needed to know I wasn’t partaking in the wine and whiskey. The warmth of the night was enough to make anyone feel intoxicated.Laughter filled the air, the sound of music and clinking glasses echoing through the pack lands. Love bloomed like wildfire around us. The energy was high, magnetic—even the stars above seemed brighter in celebration.But I never let my guard down.Not for a second.My eyes tracked Grace all night. Every toss of her golden hair, every too-sweet smile. I could see it. The venom behind the pearls. The rot behind the roses.And while she played nice on the outside, I knew she was watching too.I could feel her waiting for the moment to strike.But she wouldn’t win.Not while I still drew breath.My stomach tightened at the thought of Elias—his presence a shadow that lingered at the edges of my consciousness lik

The sheets are tangled around us like vines, warm and grounding. Corbin’s breath still lingers on my skin, and every place he touched feels like it’s humming with energy — not just desire, but love… deep, primal love that settles into the bones.I trace the lines of his chest with my fingertips, mapping him like he’s my sacred territory — mine to protect, mine to love.“You’re staring again,” he whispers, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.“Can you blame me?” I smile, letting my head rest against his heart. It’s steady. Strong. Familiar in a way that makes me ache.I’ve never known safety like this. Not really. Not until Corbin.“I still can’t believe this is real,” I admit, the words falling from my lips before I can stop them. “Everything happened so fast. The pack. You. The ceremony. These babies.” I place a gentle hand on my stomach and feel him rest his hand over mine without hesitation.“I was always told I’d bring destruction. That I was a curse to everything I touched. A

The moment Anika walks into the room, my senses sharpen like a blade drawn in battle. Her scent—earthy, sweet, wild—is everything. It wraps around me and settles in my chest like a balm and a spark all at once. But the minute I see him standing beside her, that balm turns to acid.Fucking Briar.I growl low in Corbin’s head. He knows exactly what I think of this. He doesn’t argue with me—because he agrees.He might trust Briar as a Beta, but I am the one who guards our mate. Not some noble, overeager pup trying to act useful. I’ve seen the way Briar looks at her. It’s not lust, no, he wouldn’t dare—not consciously. But that closeness? The protectiveness? That’s something only I should have. Only we should have. He should know his place.Anika clears her throat, and I force myself to still. Her voice carries, low and commanding. Silvara has been bleeding through her more and more lately. I like that. She’s becoming who she was always meant to be—divine, deadly, ours. A Luna, not just t

I watch her, my vessel—my Anika—sleep, curled in the warmth of our mate’s arms. Her dreams are troubled tonight. I feel every ache in her soul, every flicker of doubt that dances through her mind. The weight she carries is too heavy for one so newly awakened, and yet she does not falter. She never has.She believes I chose her.She doesn’t realize—we are one. I am not her guardian. I am her.The moonlight spills through the open window, casting silver shadows on her skin. My divine essence stirs beneath the surface. I long to rise, to take control, to walk in her place and protect what she holds dear. But I know she needs this time—needs to feel her own strength, to discover the fire within her without my interference.Still, I ache with the need to act. Grace slithers in the background, her jealousy as poisonous as the venom of a thousand vipers. And Elias… the ancient leech hungers for power he cannot comprehend. If he touches her, even in thought, I will tear him apart with teeth f