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41.

I turned my eyes to her, my blood becoming hotter by the second. “My pack has always been safe with me. Were you the one protecting them all these years? No. That was me. Not your father. Not your wolves. Me.” I jabbed my chest with my finger.Antonio growled again, louder this time, his fists clenched by his side. And I growled back louder. I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me, not now. Not everAnd for a moment, I allowed my gaze to wander back to Lacie. Her hands were folded demurely on her lap and she was glaring at me with her piercing blue eyes. I didn’t look away immediately and for a second, my mind drifted back to how it all started. It hadn’t started with me being head over heels in love with her or vice versa. We were just two friends who came together after my mate had rejected me. I’d felt so humiliated that I just needed something or someone to anchor me. And Lacie had been there. She’d shown me comfort in my time of need that I will forever be grateful

42.

I sat cross legged on the carpeted floor in my Umma’s room. The air was filled with her nice citrusy scent I’d grown up inhaling. “When will Aunt Lulith be back?” I asked, taking a large bit of my apple. “Maybe tomorrow? I am not sure yet. You know how much she loves the market day in the Stonewood pack.” I nodded, taking another bite and felt the juices trailing the side of my mouth. “How is Anisa?” Umma asked, running a comb through her greying hair. “Imani said she’d be spending time with her today. I heard you went to see Anthonio. How was it?” I laughed. “Umma, which question do you want me to answer first?” “About my daughter, of course,” she grinned as I reached for the comb. I stood behind her, running the comb through her hair, just the way I saw father do a lot of times while growing up. “She’s fine. She’s adapting to all of this better than I thought.”

43.

By the time I left Umma’s quarters, the sun had begun to dip into the horizon as evening closed in. I felt lighter than I did earlier. That was what having a moment with Umma does for me.peace.I know I should head to the site and see the work being done, but I needed to see Anisa. She was asleep when I got home last night, as she was when I left earlier this morning. I can’t wait for the luna ceremony so we can share the same bedroom. That is, if she agrees and is comfortable with that.“I won’t come to the site today. But I will be there early tomorrow morning. Also check in with Lady Martha regarding the ceremony food. Call for a meeting with the farmers and each merchant head for tomorrow afternoon.” I mindlinked Kosey.“Of course. About to go become a whipped man?”I smiled. “Sorry you can’t relate to that.” Then I shut off the bond.But as soon as I rounded the corner to our chambers, I saw her and Imani. They were crouchi

44.

ANISA. I wasn't in my best mood today. Not that I've always been since finding myself in this…strange land. Today, however, was different.It was worse. Depressive thoughts. The guilt of enjoying little moments like my time with Elian and Imani. The fact that I was pretending everything was fine when I had no idea how my mother and brother were doing.But I like being with Elian. Just the thought of it made me both queasy and filled with excitement. It was an emotion I was trying to get used to recently. I had just met him barely two weeks ago and I was already so comfortable with him. I have easily integrated my life into his, and sometimes, I found it hard to think about my life before now and before Elian. It was almost impossible.Yet, it had been.But the heavy and sour feeling of guilt continued to press down on me. I should be finding a way to actually look for my mother and brother, and instead I was currently planning a wed

45.

The pack market was a vivid scene straight out of a storybook. I had always imagined it in a specific way, but it was just my narrow-mindedness. Gorgeous stalls lined the streets, and small kiosks dotted the landscape. And in front of each stall, there were large tables that displayed the wares and other items.Everywhere we went, people smiled. It was not weird tight lipped smiles, instead it looked pretty happy. The pack members were actually welcoming, and excited for the upcoming ceremony.Except for the parliament and Arielle, I haven't gotten weird looks. Which reminded me, where was Arielle? I should ask Elian about her later.Some of the pack members stopped mid-walk to congratulate me and even pressed gifts into my palms. While others said they would wait until the official ceremony to give me a gift. We soon came upon the aromatherapy stall, which was an open-air canopy draped in silks and herbs. It smelled so good, and the air hung hea

46.

ELIAN.My palms were sweaty and I could feel beads of sweat sliding down my forehead and disappearing into the collar of the coat I wore.But a part of me knew I wasn’t sweating because of what I wore. I was sweating because I was nervous. My armpits were damp, my throat dry and my stomach was in tight knots as I stood on the stone platform at the center of the ceremony ground, staring into the horizon like the sky might give me a sign.It was the full moon, the moon shining down from overhead. The breeze was cool for the evening, but not too cold either. Dressed in ceremonial attire of a black waistcoat that had gold detailing and embroidery in front, with tiny ruby stones sewn into the smaller pockets scattered in the front of the coat. I wore a white linen shirt and a maroon sash tied on my waist The last time I’d worn something like this was when I was becoming the alpha. And today was another big day for me.I was ge

47.

I closed my eyes, trying to center myself, trying to ignore the way the drums echoed in my chest like a second heartbeat. But the only thing I could think about was Belinda and Lacie and how all of this would have been easier if I was mating with a she-wolf. It would just be one bite and a bond would be formed. But this was a gamble, too risky. It was a gamble I was willing to lose, and whether or not I marked Anisa today, nothing was going to change. It would be hard proving to my people that she is a worthy Luna if that happened, but it wouldn’t be impossible either. Finally, the band began to play slow music on the harp as everyone stood up to welcome the Luna's procession. I stood upright, a smile playing on my lips as Anisa came into view and my world stopped.I had no idea she was going to wear the dress Umma wore on a day like this years ago. And it fits her. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her black, curly hair flowed down in wa

48.

It wasn’t fast or chaotic. It was slow and drugging, snapping ever frayed nerves back to life. I took my time as my lips brushed hers slowly. Our lips moved in sync, as though we had all the time in the world, as I tried to savor the feel of her lips pressed against mine. Her hand moved behind my neck, holding me closer as a sound escaped both our mouths before pulling back. But I wanted more. I craved for more of her taste. To show her how much her very presence affected me, but I also knew I needed to calm down. Not here. Not now. “You know what I’m about to do now right?” I asked softly. Her eyes glazed over, and for a moment, I thought she wouldn't answer. But then she nodded again. “Relax,” I said, brushing my knuckles along her jaw. “You’re rigid as a board.” Anisa let out a nervous laughter. “I think you’re worse. Your hands are literally shaking.” I huffed. “Yeah, wel

49.

ANISA.It's been a day since I got married.A day since my wolfless husband suddenly…shifted, as they called it.A day of him being…unconscious. A day since I held his cold body in my arms and screamed for help.A day since my heart got ripped away as I watched him wither in pain.Yesterday should have been a happy day, even if I wasn't happy getting married- fake married I mean, without my mother and Mubarak.Little did I know the day was going to turn upside down. It was the afternoon of the next day, yet, my husband remained unresponsive to everything around him.I shifted on my seat at the edge of the bed, staring down at his pale face, his hand in mine, tracing the seam where warm human skin gave way to coarse fur. His face looked like his: pale, gorgeous with furrowed brows, but his chest rose and fell like a beast fighting to breathe.All through the day and night, he had shifted from human to wolf form. One m

50.

The realisation that there was nothing I could do but wait was too much. I squeezed his hand, feeling the heat easing up. It would only last for a moment before he starts shivering again. I wiped the sweat from his forehead, then pressed mine against his for a while before pulling away.I needed more contact. Sometimes, the heat of my body helps with the cold when his body starts racking and shivering.So I crawled onto the bed beside him, the mattress dipping from my weight. I brushed the hair off his brow and leaned close to him, feeling the pulse on his neck. At least he was still breathing, still fighting his wolf to be here with me. But I also didn’t know how long this would last. I pressed my nose to his neck, taking in the scent of him. Tacos and burritos. Then carefully, scared not to frighten him, I placed my hand gently on his hair covered chest, and began to hum softly. I traced small circles all over, my head cradled in the crook of

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