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One week had passed since the marking. One week since Luna Monroe became Luna Blackwood. One week since the pack finally stopped whispering wolfless omega and started whispering Luna Alpha. One week since Luna stopped sleeping with one eye open, waiting for the next attack. She still woke up sometimes at 3am, heart pounding, reaching for Asher in the dark. And every single time, he was there. His arm around her waist. His heartbeat steady against her ear. His whisper of “I’m here, Luna. You’re safe.”Luna sat at the long oak table in the pack council room, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The room was filled with Moonlight Pack’s council members - twelve of the oldest and most respected wolves in the territory. All of them were staring at her. Not with hatred anymore. Not with pity. But with curiosity. With uncertainty. With respect.Luna wore a deep emerald dress that Asher had picked out for her that morning. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t revealing. But it made her fe

It was 2:43am when Luna woke up with her hand pressed to her stomach.Not from pain. Not from fear. But from something else. Something small. Something real.A flutter. Like a butterfly trapped beneath her skin. Then another. And another. Luna sat up slowly in bed, her heart pounding so hard she was sure Asher would wake up. The room was dark except for the soft glow of the fire in the fireplace and the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Asher slept beside her, his breathing deep and even, one arm draped protectively over her waist even in sleep. Luna looked down at her stomach, now rounded with four months of pregnancy. She hadn’t felt anything this distinct before. Just pressure. Just warmth. But this… this was movement. This was life. Tears welled up in Luna’s eyes and she gently placed both hands over her stomach, whispering to the baby. “Is that you, little one?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Are you awake?”Another flutter. Str

Luna woke up screaming. The sound tore through the silent suite like glass shattering. Her hands clutched at the air, her gray eyes wide and glassy with terror, sweat pouring down her face despite the cold room. “Asher! No! Don’t leave me! Please!” Luna cried out, thrashing against the sheets, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst. Asher was awake instantly. He sat up and pulled Luna into his arms before she could even open her eyes fully, holding her tightly against his chest as she continued to sob and struggle. “Luna! Luna, it’s me! It’s Asher! You’re safe! You’re with me!” Asher said urgently, his voice low and calm but filled with fear. Luna’s eyes slowly focused and she realized where she was. In Asher’s arms. In their bed. In their suite. Safe. The nightmare was still clinging to her like a second skin. Blood on snow. Asher lying still in the mountains. Aurora crying alone in an empty room. Luna buried her face against Asher’s chest and sobbed hard

Luna woke up at 3:14am with her stomach growling so loudly she was sure it woke Asher. It didn’t. He was still asleep beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist, his breathing deep and steady. The fire in the fireplace had burned down to embers, casting soft orange light across the room. Luna lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sudden, overwhelming craving for warm chocolate chip cookies and strawberry milk. It was ridiculous. She hadn’t thought about cookies in ten years. But now? Now it was all she could think about. Luna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to will the craving away. It didn’t work. If anything, it got worse. “Dammit, Aurora,” Luna whispered to her stomach, smiling despite herself. “You and your father are going to be the death of me.”Luna carefully shifted out of Asher’s arms and slipped out of bed, pulling his black robe around herself against the cold. She didn’t want to wake him. He’d been up until midnight

Luna was done being treated like glass.She stood in the middle of the packhouse courtyard with a small woven basket on her arm, wearing a simple blue cloak and boots, her eyes fixed on the gates of Moonlight Pack. The morning air was crisp, and the market vendors from the village had just arrived with fresh bread, fruit, and wool. “I’m going to the market, Asher,” Luna said quietly but firmly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. Asher stood in front of her, blocking the gate with his broad frame, his gray eyes stormy and protective. “No, Luna,” Asher said quietly but firmly. “You’re not.”Luna’s jaw clenched and she took a step forward, refusing to back down. “Asher, I’m five months pregnant, not incapacitated,” Luna said quietly. “I can walk to the market. I can buy apples for Aurora. I can breathe outside these walls.”Asher’s hands clenched at his sides and he took a step closer to Luna, his voice lowering. “Luna, you fainted three days ago,” Asher said quietly, h