The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna
And underneath all of it, Gideon and I stood very still, holding each other, waiting.
We had never said it out loud, not once in the whole year of planning, but we had both been thinking it. During our first wedding, the curse hadn’t lifted because the vows were not true, not as deep as they were today, sealed in fear instead of love. They were too fragile, too tentative to break a generations-long curse.
Maybe a bond sealed in love, with eternal vows before the Goddess herself, would finally drive it out. Maybe there would be a sign: heat, or light, or that warm hand settling on the back of my neck, or the simple feeling of it leaving, after all these years.