The soft hum of music floated through the grand hall of the pack house, mingling with the warmth of laughter and conversation. The pack had gathered to celebrate a deeply honored tradition, one that symbolized hope, life, and the future of the pack. this time, for Elena and her unborn child. It was an ancient rite, one that had been passed down through generations. Every Luna had been honored with it, including Mrs. Lauren many years ago when she was carrying Damien.The party was more intimate than usual, made up of only the closest pack members, a handful of elders, and those who were loyal beyond question. The hall was decorated with garlands of white and silver, symbols of purity and the moon goddess’s blessing. It was a happy, joyful occasion, though the air carried an undercurrent of quiet tension, the knowledge of who Elena truly was adding a sense of gravity to the event.Elena, glowing with the soft radiance of pregnancy, sat at the center of the gathering on a plush chair ad
The air was filled with the lingering scent of flowers and laughter, and the soft hum of conversations still hung in the pack house. Wolves were leaving in small groups, talking quietly amongst themselves, basking in the afterglow of the evening’s celebration for Elena and her unborn child. It had been a beautiful tradition, one that every Luna of the pack had experienced, and tonight, it was Elena’s turn.However, one noticeable absence had stirred the quiet conversations. Amelia, Damien’s closest friend and the Beta of the pack, had not attended. The wolves, usually respectful, whispered among themselves, sensing the tension that had been slowly building for weeks."Did you see Amelia?" a young wolf asked his companion as they headed toward the door."No. She wasn’t there," another replied, his voice low. "Strange, right? She’s always at these things. Especially something this important.""Jealous, I bet," an older wolf remarked, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. "She hasn’t been the
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the pack house, casting a soft glow over everything. Elena woke up nestled in Damien’s arms, the warmth of his body comforting her as they lay together. She smiled, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t known before. But as the morning stretched on, that peace slowly gave way to unease, Amelia’s absence from the party still weighed on her mind.Damien stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Morning, love," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.Elena smiled, turning to face him. "Good morning," she whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.For a moment, everything felt perfect. But then, the thoughts that had been simmering at the back of her mind came rushing forward. "Damien," she said quietly, resting her hand on his chest. "Do you think… do you think Amelia’s okay? She wasn’t at the party, and I couldn’t help but notice. She’s your best friend, after all."Damien’s expression shifted, a small frow
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the pack lands, Mrs. Lauren stood on the edge of a secluded clearing, gazing at the foundation of what would soon be her family's refuge. It had taken weeks of planning, countless quiet discussions with Damien’s Beta, and meticulous work to ensure that everything would remain a secret.The house was still in its early stages, just a skeleton of beams and half-built walls, but Mrs. Lauren could already envision its future. A place far from the prying eyes of other wolves, a sanctuary where her son, his mate, and their unborn child could live without fear. It was a betrayal of her duty to the pack, but she didn’t care. Not anymore.She was betraying the loyalty she had pledged to her people, but it was for the best. Her only priority was to protect her family, no matter the cost. As Luna, she had always put the pack first. But as a mother, her family came first above everything else."Even if it will cost me my life,"
The warm glow of the evening sun filtered through the large windows of the pack house, casting a golden hue on everything it touched. Elena sat by the fireplace, her hand resting on her growing belly, feeling the gentle kicks of their unborn child. She smiled softly, thinking about the future, about their family. But the peaceful moment was interrupted when Damien entered the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes."Come with me," he said, his voice low and filled with affection.Elena looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What are you up to now?" she asked, though the smile on her lips betrayed her curiosity."Just trust me," Damien replied, extending his hand to her. "I have something special planned for you."With a soft laugh, Elena took his hand, allowing him to gently help her to her feet. As they walked through the pack house, he led her to a secluded area she hadn’t noticed before. It was a cozy space, hidden away from the rest of the house, with large windows that opened
The night grew deeper, but neither Damien nor Elena seemed to notice the passing time. The warmth between them was enough to keep the cold at bay as they remained nestled together under the stars. After a while, Damien shifted slightly, tilting Elena’s face up to meet his gaze.“Do you ever think about the future?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his tone was rare, and Elena’s heart softened even more.“All the time,” she replied, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “But it’s always with you. No matter what happens, as long as we’re together, that’s enough for me.”Damien smiled, though there was something deeper in his eyes,ba flicker of worry that hadn’t been there before. He leaned down and kissed her again, this time more passionately, as if trying to anchor himself in the present, to drown out whatever weighed on his mind.Elena, sensing his hesitation, pulled back slightly, studying his face. “What’s bothering you?” she asked softly.
The next morning, Damien woke up earlier than usual, determined to make the day all about Elena. He had been so wrapped up in responsibilities and the lingering danger around them that he realized he hadn’t fully embraced the joy of his wife’s pregnancy and their time together. Today was going to be different.He watched her sleep for a moment, her body relaxed and peaceful, the soft curve of her belly beneath the sheets reminding him of the life they had created together. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her just yet. Slipping out of bed quietly, he set to work.By the time Elena stirred, the scent of fresh pastries and warm honey drifted through the air. She blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the morning light as she noticed Damien standing in the doorway, holding a tray filled with her favorite breakfast items.“Good morning, my beautiful queen,” he said, his voice soft but filled with affection. “I made you breakfast.”Elena smiled, p
The next morning, Elena awoke to the gentle sound of birds outside their window. The warmth of Damien’s arms still wrapped around her made her feel secure and loved, as if nothing in the world could ever harm them. She smiled, her hand instinctively resting on her growing belly, already thinking of their child and the life ahead.Damien stirred beside her, his eyes slowly opening as he smiled sleepily at her. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead.“Good morning,” she replied, her voice soft as she gazed into his eyes. “I’m starting to love these mornings with you.”Damien chuckled and kissed her lips gently before pulling back, his hand moving to cover hers on her belly. “I think they’re only going to get better.”For a moment, they simply lay there, enjoying the quiet intimacy of their morning. The world outside felt far away, and it was just the two of them, their love, and the tiny life growing inside Elena. It was a brief, peacefu