The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting warm pools of golden light across the room
Iwake slowly, the feeling of Francesco’s body still wrapped around mine, grounding me like a lifeline to something solid, something unbreakable
His arms were around me, one hand resting over my heart, as if he could feel the steady rhythm of my pulse in sync with his own. His breath was soft and even, his chest using and falling beneath me in a peaceful rhythm I had never thought I’d experience. After everything–the battles, the pan, the rejection
this quiet moment with him felt like a world of calm, a dream i never wanted to wake from
Hited my head slightly to look at him. His features were scher in sleep, his wild golden eyes hidden behind closed lids, the usual tension in his jaw replaced by the tranquility of slumber. His lips were slightly parted, as if he were still lost in some distant dream.
My fingers traced the outline of his jaw, the rough stubble scratching softly against my skin. I marveled at how reall this all felt, how whole I felt in his arms. I didn’t have to look over my shoulder in fear anymore, didn’t have to worry about rejection or pain. Here, in the quiet of the morning light, it was just us–just Francesco and me, the band that tied us together a living thing between us.
movement seemed to stir Francesco from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open
Ishifted slightly, the coolness of the room meeting my skin, and that small m slowly, that golden light flickering as they focused on me.
For a long moment, he just stared at me, as if he were memorizing every detail of my face. His expression softened into something almost tender, and he raned a hand to cup my cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the stray tear i hadn’t even realized had fallen.
“You’re here,” he whispered, his voice rough from sleep. “You’re really here.”
Familed, my heart swelling at the words. The magnitude of everything–the bond, the love, the promises we had made to each other–still took my breath away.
“I’m here, Francesco,” I whispered back, my voice barely audible as I leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. It was soft, slow, a stark contrast to the force passion of last night, but it was no less intense for it. This kiss, this moment, was about connection, about the quiet intimacy that followed a night
Francesco deepened the kiss, but this time it was slow, tender, as if he were savoring hair, pulling me closer, and I let myself fall into the comfort of his embrace.
After a long moment, he pulled back just enough t voice thick with emotion, “You’ve always been”
essence of me, of us. His hand moved to thread through my
amy eyes, his forehead resting against mine. “You are my everything,” he murmured, his
My heart skipped, and a wave of emotion surged through me. I didn’t have the words to respond–my heart was too full, too overflowing with everything I felt for him. So, instead. I just hold him tighter, pulling him against me as if I never wanted to let go
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t need to say anything. We just were together, in this moment, in this space that felt like it was
carved just for us.
Francesco let out a sigh, content and at peace ou make everything feel right, Ellaine. I never thought I could feel whole again, but you you’ve changed everything”
I smiled softly, resting my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I feel the same way.”
The world outside seemed so far away, as if it had paused just for us. The threats, the dangers, the uncertainties of the future–they were all there, yes, but in this moment, they didn’t matter in this room, with Francesco holding me, I was complete. And nothing else could take that from me
He brushed his over my forehead, his breath warm against my skin. “Whatever comes,
|face it together. Always”
And as lay arms, with the world still spinning outside, I know he was right fogether, we could face anything
d by the sound of footsteps outside the door, a subtle reminder that we weren’t alone in this space.
The soft, comforting silen
place we’d carved out for ourselves, and the outside world wan arting to creep bar
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Francesco groaned lowly, his voice thick with exhaustion and frustration.
He squeezed in tighter for a moment, as if he were trying to hold onto this fleeting moment ju
fleeting moment just a little longer, before he slowly pulled away.
~Stay,” he murmured, his hards still gentle as they stid over my skin, tracing the curve of my spine. His golden eyes, clouded with a max of emotions, met mine. “I’ll take care of you.”
With a sigh, I nodded, I knew what he meant. The battle had left its marks on both of us, but my body was feeling the foll of everything–especially the newness of our bond. Helt tender, vulnerable, but it wasn’t in a bad way. It was just real. The first of everything, the beginning of our new life together
Francesco moved quickly, standing and pulling me up gently. His arms were like iron around me, strong yet tender
Without a word, he guided me to the en–suite bathroom, the soft glow of the bathroom lights casting a warm, calming ambiance that seemed to mirror the care he was giving me.
t, the warm water immediately soothing my
The bath was already prepared, steam rising from the large, luxurious tub. Francesco helped me lower into it, aching muscles, the heat easing the tightness in my joints.
He knelt beside the tub, watching me carefully, his expression unreadable, as if making sure I was alright. His hands were soft, but his eyes—his eyes were fierce, full of love, full of a depth that felt overwhelming at times.
“Lean back,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “Let me help you, Ellaine. Just relax.”
I did as he asked, sinking back into the water, the warnith surrounding me like a gentle embrace,
He sat behind me, pulling me onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me, holding me tight against him. My back rested against his chest, and closed my eyes, letting out a sigh as his hands began to move over my body, tenderly working through the tension and soreness I was feeling
His fingers were gentle as they ran over my skin, massaging away the lingering ache, and I melted into him
The soft sounds of water and the rhythm of his touch calmed the storm in my chest. For a moment, I forgot about everything–about the world outside, about the weight of our responsibilities, and the battles we had yet to face.
I leaned back further, resting my head on his shoulder, and his lips brushed my temple. His breath was warm against my skin, steady, and soothing
“I’m here, Ellaine,” he whispered, his voice low and full of warmth. Til always be here.”
I turned my face toward his, looking up into those golden eyes that were both tender and fierce. “I don’t want this to end,” I whispered, my voice barely
audible
for
Francesco’s hand slid into my hair, cupping the back of my head, pulling me gently closer. “It won’t end,” he sind softly, his voice full of certainty. “Not fo us. We’ll build something here. Together. No matter what happens out there
But the reality, the truth of the situation, tugged at my heart. We couldn’t stay hidden away forever. There was a world out there–one that we would have to face. The danger, the responsibility of being with him, of being his mate, of being a part of his world… it was all looming just outside the door.
I closed my eyes again, pressing into his chest, letting the heat of the water and the warmth of his embrace full me into a peaceful moment of quiet.
Francesco’s lips brushed over my neck, the tender such a soft reminder that we had just claimed each other–bonded in a way that nothing could undo
“I will never let anything take you away from me Ellaine,” he said fiercely, his voice full of a protective promise “Not even the world itself”
Irested my hand over his, the weight of it grounding me in this moment. I believe you whispered back, squeezing his fingers. “Always”
In that moment, as the water gently lapped at our skin and the world outside felt like it no longer existed, I realized that even though this quiet moment would eventually end, we would carry it with us. No matter what came next, we had this–this time, this band, this us
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Audrey and Monica moved quickly
packing my things willi hurried, slightly armeyed notions
I could see in their light sms, in the way they personal items.
sy kept throwing pointed glances my way, their hands a blur
they folded clothes
They thought I was pushing myself too hard, too fast.
But I wasn’t. I was getting better, Stronger,
Still, I couldn’t blame them for worrying–not after what had happened. Not after Francesco, my Alpha, my mate, had given in to the primal instincts
ruled him
His need to claim me, to mark me fully as his, had been overwhelming And I had welcomed it welcomed him with open arms, heart,
But it had also cost me. Again…
Yes, I had been weakened again, my body needing time to adjust, to heal from the intensity of our bond solidifying in a way that no ceremony, no public declaration, could ever match.
I wasn’t angry with him,
How could I be, when every time I looked into his golden eyes, I saw nothing but devotion, guilt, and an endless, burning love?
He knew he had acted on instinct. He knew he should have waited.
And the accepted the silent judgment from the two guards assigned to me, who wore their anger and protectiveness like armor.
He didn’t reprimand them for the glares, the curt tones, the way they hovered at my side. He respected it
Their loyalty to me was a loyalty to us. A loyalty to the future Francesco and I were building together.
When it was finally time to leave, the entire mansion buzzed with a strange, solemn energy.
Everyone gathered warriors, omegas, betas, visiting Alphas.
A final breakfast together, a quiet moment of unity, before we each returned to our own territories and duties. No one said it aloud, but it hung in the air like inconse: Respect. Fear, Awe
After last night–after witnessing what Francesco was capable of as a Lycan Alpha–no one in their right mind would dare challenge him now.
Not after seeing the way he had moved, a living storm of power and fury, crushing those who had dared to threaten me
No,
Francesco was no longer just a respected Alpha among Alphas. He was a force of nature. An Alpha no one would dare to cross.
I was fastening the last clasp of my traveling cloak when a soft knock at the door startled me.
Knock Knock..
Monica turned, frowning, and one of the guards immediately stepped forward
The door creaked open–and there he stood. Alpha Ruben.
My heart gave an odd little lunch. Not pain. Not longing. Just… a strange, bittersweet ache for a girll no longer was, and the boy he no longer could be
He stood there awkwardly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, his eyes–not as bright as I remembered flickering with complicated
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“I wanted to speak with you,” he said stiffly. “Mone
A low growl immediately rumbled from the guards flanking mom, both stepping closer with cle
No, one of them said flatly “The Luna does not meet anyone alone. Not argmore.”
The word wrapped around me like armor. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t break, I simply stood straighter, taller.
I felt Francesco in the back of my mind his anger flaring at the unexpected visit, his jealousy a hot pulse–but also his understanding
Closure
We both needed it. We both needed to choose our own paths with clear, final steps.
“Mind–link me if you need me, Francesco murmured, his voice a growl of possessiveness and reluctant trust.
1 nodded subtly, reassuring!
“It’s alright,” I said calmly to the guards, my voice carrying the kind of quiet authority I never thought I’d have. “Stay close. You don’t have to leave.”
The guards hesitated, clearly torn between obeying and protecting, but finally took a few steps back, still tense and alert.
I faced Ruben fully feeling none of the old trembling, none of the self–doubt.
This was not the broken girl he had rejected. This was not the weak she wolf he had once turned away in favor of ambition. This was Ellaine Aurora Lycaon now, Luna of the Italian Pack, fully mated to a Lycan Alpha.
And I was ready to hear whatever he needed to say–But nothing he said could change who I was now
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