THE ALPHA'S WIFE IS NO LADY
The blue butterfly, whose left wing had been hopelessly torn, suddenly fluttered its wings with renewed vigor, perfectly healed.
Serena beamed with innocent pride, whispering softly to the insect before it took flight into the bright autumn sky. But the butterfly did not merely fly away. Instead, as it ascended into the warm air, its vibrant blue colors began to shift, transforming into a brilliant, glowing golden moon spirit that cast a warm, ethereal radiance over the entire family.
Damon froze, his dark silver eyes widening in pure astonishment as he stared up at the glowing entity hovering above them. I gasped softly, my hand flying to my mouth as the golden light enveloped us in a cocoo