Broken Luna Rise Back
Others placed their fists over their hearts in respect.
“My Alpha!” voices called out.
He lifted a hand, silencing them—not because he didn’t welcome their joy, but because he wanted control. Power, after all, was not just about strength. It was about command.
“The Moon Goddess has blessed this pack,” Dylan said, his voice carrying with ease. “My Luna and I thank you. Protect her. Respect her. And remember—this child belongs to all of us.”
A roar of approval answered him.
Inside the palace, Elsa sat propped against pillows, Lady Selene beside her, watching through the open doors as servants hurried in and out with offerings—flowers, charms, protective runes, gifts meant for an unborn heir.
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