Chapter 35
From the comer of my eye, I saw Haben tense, his jaw clenching ever so slightly.
I met his gare for a brief, cutting moment.
There was nothing in me that trembled anymore.
No longing No sorrow. No regrete
He searched for cracks, but there were none.
Francesco’s subtle movement brought me back he shifted closer, his hand resting profectively on the smalt of my back.
A silent message: Lam here. You are safe. You are mine,
Before Ruben could find words, Alpha Gregor’s Beta announced the beginning of the ceremony, forcing everyone to return to their places.
One by one, voices rose into the air–soft, reverent, and tinged with grief. Leaders from all corners of the allied packs stepped forward to say their farewells, offering gratitude, memories, and final words to Alpha Gregor.
The air hung heavy with mourning, a shared sorrow that pressed into every heart.
Yet beneath it, a quiet resilience simmered, a current of strength that wave its way through the gathering like an unseen thread, reminding all present that the legacy of a true Alpha never fades
Kaitlyn moved to the front once more, this time cradling a small, delicate bundle wrapped in a pale blue blanket
A baby.”
My breath caught. My heart clenched, squeezed painfully before I could stop it. For one disorienting moment, the world tilted.
The infant purgled softly, his tiny fingers curling into the blanket as if reaching for something unseen.
A memory
y surfaced–Gregor’s radiant pride when he told me the news of Kaitlyn’s pregnancy, his warm invitation to celebrate the new life soon to bless the Blackpine Pack. He had spoken of the future as if he could already hold it in his hands,
And now, that future was here. In Kaithlyn’s arms. Fragile and new! A beacon amid the ashes.
Emotion surged in my chest, a knot rising in my throat. I swallowed hard, grounding myself, forcing my lungs to expand.
I saw clearly then- and what I saw w
was not pain.
Not bitterness.
Only acceptance
They had found a way forward. And so had L
Ruben no longer lived in the center of my universe! He was a closed chapter, a distantecho, a name that no longer held power over me,
1 turned slightly, instinct guiding my gaze toward the one who did hold that power now.
Francesco was already watching me.
His expression held no demand, no question–only a quiet, overwhelming pride. It settled over me like a second skin, warm and grounding
He reached for my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine with gentle certainty. Then he lifted it, pressing a kiss to my knuckles, his thumb drawing
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slow, steady circles against my tien
leaned into him, allowing his touch to anchor me. My heart beat calm and true. My soul felt lighter than it had in years.
The ceremony closed with a final chorus–a solemn chant that rose from the throats of does of wolves, echoing through the stone bati
Torches were lowered.
A bell tolled,
And then everything shifted.
The energy in the room changed the moment Francesco stood tall beside me, his presence unmistakable.
The Lycan Alpha–long thought a myth–had truly arrived in Blackpine.
And with him, his newly claimed mate
Whispers bloomed like wildfire, weaving through the crowd, Curiosity shone behind respectful eyes.
One by one, Alphas and Lunas came forward–not just to honor Gregor, but to glimpse the truth for themselves,
The moment realization struck–the moment they knew Francesco had claimed his second–chance mate–their gazes landed on me with new intent
Lunas approached first
Their smiles were warm, their touches soft–a hand on my arm, a brush of fingers across mine, words offered in low, gracious tones.
Not because of who I had been. Not out of pity.
But because of who I had become.
of them saw the broken pieces I had once carried. None knew the ache of rejection that had once defined me.
None of t
They saw only the Francesco’s Luna.
And for the first time, I let that truth in–not as a mask to wear or a role to play, but as a truth I had earned.
I stood tall beside him, not as an impostor, not with shame–but with pride.
The meeting finally adjourned, and as the room slowly emptied, the weght of the day descended over me like a worn, familiar cloak. I slipped away without a word, my guards–Jeremy and Joe–along with Audrey and Manica, falling into step a few paces behind, silent and respectful.
Outside, the cool evening air greeted me like an old friend.
The sky had begun to darken, stars emerging one by one–tiny, defiant flames against the deepening blue.
I walked without direction, past the courtyard and through the edge of the garden, until I found myself standing alone beneath the open sky.
I wrapped my arms around myself and tilted my head up. The scent of pine and damp earth filled my lungs. The breeze kissed my cheeks, stirring loose strands of hair around my face.
This place, once full of painful memories, now felt like something else entirely.
Home, Renewal.
I closed my eyes. This is real. I’m here. I survived.
Not as the girl who had once fled in shame, hollow and afraid. But as the woman who had returned whole. Reclaimed.
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A rustle behind me made me tum.
Francesco stood at the edge of the path, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes feed on mine. He didn’t speak, and he didn’t need to
In three long strides, be closed the
stance between us. His hand reached up t
forfork a stray lock of hair behind mys, his touch leather
“You did well today,” he said, his voice low and rough with emotion. “I am so proud of you
I blinked, tears rising not from sadness, but from a gratitude so profound it stole my breath
I remembered when he had first found me, beken and afraid, hiding behind paintings and silence. I had finched from touch had questioned every kind word. Thad forgotten how to be seen.
And yet, he had seen me. Even then.
ip me in his warmth
Without another word, Francesco opened his arms, I stepped into them without hesitation, letting him wrap
My cheek pressed against his chest, where his heart beat steady and sure. We stood like that for what felt like forever, beneath a canopy of stars and
silence.
A soft crunch of gravel interrupted the moment.
Kaitlyn approached quietly, the baby still in her arms, her expression softer now, full of something that looked like peace
She stopped beside us, offer
offering a small nod to Francesco before turning her eyes to me.
“He has your eyes,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “That quiet strength, Gregor saw it in you, you know. Long before the rest of us did
I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond.
She stepped closer, gently shifting the blanket so I could see the baby’s face more clearly. He blinked up at m
focused and serene.
My hand moved on instinct, brushing lightly over his tiny hand. He grasped my finger which make something inside me unraveled. And then rewOve itself, thread by thread.
You were never just a girl in the shadows, Ellaine, Kaitlyn whispered. “You were always meant to be more
She left me with those words, walking back toward the warmth of the building, leaving me and Francesco alone beneath the night
For a moment, neither of us spoke. There was nothing more to say.
The stars shimmered above us, ancient and constant
I looked up at Francesco. “Do you think they’ll ever understand?”
He tilted his head. “Who?”
“The others. What it took to get here.”
He was quiet for a heartbeat. Then he said. “They’ll write songs of your strength one day. But none will ever truly know how much it book to walk into that room with your head high.”
He leaned closer, resting his forehead against mine. “Buti do”
I closed my eyes, letting his words anchor me
This was it. Not an ending but a b
a beginning, for us. For me.
For whatever came next.
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And I was ready.
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