The next morning, Lune stirred in bed, her body aching from head to toe. As soon as she moved, a dull soreness spread through her, reminding her of everything that had happened the night before. She winced slightly as she shifted, feeling muscles she didn’t even know she had protesting with every movement.Arlo, who had been watching her closely, immediately sat up, concern etched across his face. He had been waiting for her to wake up, and the moment she did, guilt settled heavily in his chest. “Lune,” he whispered softly, reaching out to gently brush her hair back. “I’m so sorry. I… I lost control last night. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you.”His voice was filled with regret, and Lune could see the sincerity in his eyes. He looked at her as though he feared she might resent him for what had transpired, his worry palpable in the way his brow furrowed.She blinked slowly, still feeling the effects of the night, but as she met his gaze, her heart softened. She knew he hadn’t meant t
Lune lay in bed, feeling a strange yet profound sense of peace. Her body ached from the intensity of the past day, but it was a reminder of how much had changed. She felt different now—stronger, more connected, like she had been reborn into a new version of herself. It wasn’t just the physical changes that came with the marking; it was the emotional connection that now bound her to Arlo in a way she had never experienced before.She could feel his presence, his emotions, even without him saying a word. A soft warmth radiated from him, a sense of calm that washed over her, reassuring her that everything was right. It was surreal, knowing that they were now connected so deeply, bound not just by their marriage but by something primal and eternal.Her hand instinctively moved to the side of her neck, brushing over the place where Arlo had marked her. The skin still tingled, and the memory of his bite was vivid in her mind—pain and pleasure intertwined. She had become his in every sense,
After a few months, Lune’s life had completely transformed. The whispers, the rumors, and the criticisms that had once surrounded her seemed to fade away, replaced by admiration and respect. She had regained her dignity, not just as Arlo’s mate, but as the rightful Luna of the pack. The wedding had solidified her place in the pack’s hierarchy, and the marking ceremony had connected her to Arlo in ways she never imagined. She could feel his emotions, sense his presence even when he wasn’t near. And in turn, the pack members had come to accept and embrace her as their Luna. They respected her, not only for being Arlo’s mate, but for the strength and grace she had shown through everything. At school, it was a different atmosphere now. No longer were there whispers or judgmental stares. When Lune walked through the halls, heads turned in recognition and respect. Maya, her first friend at school, had become an even closer companion, always by her side to support her. The students, both h
A few days after the unsettling threat, Lune was surprised when there was a knock at the door, and the maid announced that her parents had come to visit. Lune’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t seen them since the wedding, and their arrival felt both unexpected and comforting.As she walked down the stairs to greet them, she felt a mixture of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and a slight tension from the recent threats hanging in the air. But the moment she saw her mother’s warm smile and her father’s familiar gaze, she felt a rush of relief.“Mom! Dad!” Lune called, rushing forward to hug them both. Her mother wrapped her arms around her, and her father gave her a gentle, reassuring smile.“Oh, Lune,” her mother said, holding her close. “We’ve missed you so much! Look at you—you’re practically glowing.”Her father nodded in agreement, his hand resting comfortingly on her shoulder. “You’ve grown so much, Lune. It’s so good to see you happy.”Lune felt her heart warm at their words. “
Understood! I'll ensure the responses are more detailed from now on. Let’s continue.---As Arlo and Lune began their preparations for the long-awaited honeymoon trip, the excitement grew between them with each passing day. Arlo took extra care in planning every detail to ensure Lune would have the most memorable experience. He was meticulous in organizing every aspect—selecting the destinations, booking luxurious accommodations, and even researching activities that would make their time away special and intimate.Lune, on her part, felt a bubbling anticipation that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She packed her bags with a sense of joy and wonder, picking out her favorite dresses, comfortable travel outfits, and little things she knew she’d need. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, her heart racing as she imagined the new places they'd explore together.Arlo’s attention to detail did not go unnoticed by Lune. As he came over with travel guides, tickets, and a map to
When they returned to the hotel, the warmth and quiet of the suite felt like an invitation to unwind after a long day of exploring. Arlo moved closer to Lune, brushing his fingers along her arm as he leaned in. But the moment he brought his lips close, he felt her body tense, and Lune took a small, instinctive step back. Arlo paused, noticing the look of unease flicker across her face, and felt a pang of worry. “Lune…” he murmured softly, reaching for her hand, “is this because of the last time?” His voice was laced with concern, and he searched her eyes for any hint of the discomfort he feared he’d caused her. Lune hesitated, glancing down as she nodded. “It’s just… it was all so new and intense, and I wasn’t expecting it to be like that. It surprised me.” Arlo’s expression softened, a touch of regret crossing his face as he gently pulled her closer, his voice tender. “Lune, I’m so sorry. The first time… it was overwhelming for me too. The mating bond between us was so powerful
The final morning of their honeymoon arrived quietly, the soft glow of sunrise casting a gentle warmth over their suite as Lune and Arlo packed their bags. There was a sweet, lingering peace in the air, a calm that had grown out of their time together here. They took one last look out over the view, the city now wrapped in precious memories of laughter, shared meals, and quiet moments. Lune felt her heart ache a bit at leaving, but Arlo, sensing it, took her hand and kissed it softly.Their journey back was marked with shared glances and contented silences as they boarded Arlo’s private jet, carrying them homeward. He kept his arm around her as she dozed off mid-flight, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers still intertwined with his.By the time they arrived back home, the familiarity of their surroundings felt welcoming yet surreal. Stepping through the grand doors of their home, they were met by the loyal staff, who greeted them warmly, and Marcus, who stood by with a knowi
As Lune wandered through the halls of the estate, the weight of Marcus’s words settled heavily on her shoulders. Each step felt more burdensome than the last, the uncertainty gnawing at her spirit. She replayed the conversation in her mind, feeling more unwanted and isolated with every recollection. The truth began to take root in her heart: she was an outsider in a world where her human heritage was viewed as a liability. The whispers she had heard, the sidelong glances, the judgments—it all made her feel like a burden to Arlo, not the strong Luna he needed by his side.In that moment, a thought crystallized in her mind: perhaps the best course of action would be to leave for a while. If her presence was causing friction within the pack, maybe stepping away would allow everyone to breathe a little easier. She could clear her head and reassess her place in this world, giving herself the space to understand how to move forward. The idea of going to visit her parents became more appeali