The grand Mating gala finally ended.The guests left. The territory grew quiet.But a knot of tension remained in my chest, a heavy stone I couldn’t dislodge.Wyatt led me into the master suite, the floor covered in rose petals.He didn't rush to embrace me. He gently had me sit on the edge of the bed. Then he knelt before me, his large hands enveloping mine.His deep eyes saw right through me.“I know what you’re worried about, my Luna,” Wyatt’s voice was a low rumble.He could already sense it. The faint, lingering, sour scent of Declan, hovering just outside.He released his Alpha pheromones. A gentle, calming wave that soothed my agitated inner wolf.“Go,” Wyatt said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Go and end it. Whatever happens, I’ll be right here, protecting you.”His complete trust gave me courage.I looked up at him, my heart full, and nodded. I stood and walked out the door.The late autumn air was sharp and cold.Outside the heavy iron gates of the territory,
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