His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen
Stars twinkle above us like diamonds, with the moon glowing brightly like it’s giving our wolves strength.
The night air was cool, but it wasn’t chilling, and the sound of nature around us made this moment feel perfect. I rested my head against Deacon’s shoulder, comforted by his solidness and by the quiet thump of his heartbeat that pulsed beneath his shirt.
“I have to admit,” I murmured, voice barely above a whisper, “you really went all out tonight. Everything… the dishes, the wine, the flowers… It was all beyond perfect.” I paused, then added, “And I can’t believe you remembered I liked moonlilies.”
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