The Alpha’s Double Game
Derek leaned down, lips pressing along my jaw, warm and grounding, hand sliding over my stomach as if claiming both me and the pulse that carried outward, bending distant instincts toward us.
The kneeling Alpha raised his head slightly, eyes locking on mine with a reverence that prickled across my skin. He spoke, voice low but clear, carrying weight across the gathering. “You are not just Luna,” he said, and the words twisted through the clearing, resonating with every wolf, “You are the Mother of Balance.” The pulse inside me tightened in recognition, coiling violently, alive, and I trembled slightly as Jax growled softly, pressing against my hip in warning and pride.