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
Arlo pulled up to Lune’s family house, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The quaint home sat nestled among vibrant flowers and lush greenery, but today it felt different. There was an unsettling silence that hung in the air. As he walked up the front steps, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar, but he knocked gently before stepping inside.“Hello? Is anyone home?” he called out, hoping to find Lune or her parents.Her mother appeared from the kitchen, her expression shifting from surprise to concern when she saw Arlo. “Oh, Arlo! I’m glad you’re here. We were just about to call Lune. She said she was coming over, but we haven’t seen her yet.”Arlo’s heart sank. “What do you mean? Is she not here?”Lune’s father stepped into the room, a worried frown creasing his brow. “No, she’s not. We’ve been trying to reach her, but her phone is switched off.”Panic started to creep into Arlo’s chest. “When was the last time you heard from her?” he asked, his voice steady despite the
As Arlo continued to drive, his mind raced back to the threatening text Lune had received. The words echoed in his mind, each syllable sending a chill down his spine: "You think you can be happy after taking something that isn't yours? No, you can't, and I won't let that happen. I will make sure to strip your happiness like you did to mine. Watch your back."The anger he had felt when Lune first shared the message surged anew. Who could be so cruel? Who would threaten his Luna? The thought gnawed at him, intensifying his sense of urgency. He had vowed to protect her, to shield her from any harm, and the very idea that someone was out to hurt her made his blood boil.He recalled Lune’s frightened expression as she read the message aloud, her voice trembling. She had tried to maintain her composure, but he could see the fear behind her eyes, and it broke his heart. He had assured her that they would face it together, that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. But now, as he sat behind
A week had passed since Lune had gone missing, and each day felt heavier than the last for Arlo. The initial shock had given way to a suffocating dread that clung to him like a second skin. Every corner of the pack territory had been scoured, every lead followed, but there was still no sign of her. His heart felt like a lead weight in his chest, and with each passing hour, the fear of never seeing her again gnawed at him relentlessly.The search parties had expanded beyond the pack’s borders, reaching out to neighboring territories, but the response had been disheartening. He had even contacted Valeria, the only connection he could think of that might shed light on Lune's whereabouts. Arlo had arranged to meet her in a secluded part of the woods, where their history had once been woven into a complex tapestry of affection and heartache. But now, the only threads connecting them were the ones of desperation and anger.When Valeria arrived, her demeanor was cool, almost detached. The la