"Happy birthday, Rafi!" I exclaimed with a grin, holding the freshly baked strawberry cake in my hands. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance that enveloped us. The anticipation had been building for weeks, and finally, the moment was here to celebrate Rafi's special day.Rafi's eyes lit up as he saw the cake, his favorite dessert adorned with an array of ripe, red strawberries. I had spent hours meticulously preparing the cake, pouring all my efforts and love into every layer, knowing how much it meant to him. Seeing his happiness made all the hard work worthwhile.As the flickering candlelight danced on his face, Rafi broke into a wide grin. "You really went all out this year, didn't you?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.I chuckled, feeling a tinge of satisfaction. "Well, it's not every day my best friend turns another year older. You deserve something special."Our close-knit group gathered around Rafi, including Lucian, our mutual friend wh
"Lucian, come, come!" I exclaimed with excitement, my voice laced with wonder. The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where Lucian and I were seated. But it wasn't the sunlight that had captured my attention—it was the tiny life within me, making its presence known.Lucian looked up from his plate, his eyes filled with curiosity and affection. He pushed his chair back slightly and walked over to where I was seated, his expression a mix of anticipation and joy. "What is it?" he asked, his voice gentle.As he placed his hand on my abdomen, a surge of happiness welled up within me. His touch was a reassuring connection between us and the life we had created together. "Feel that?" I asked, my voice barely containing my enthusiasm. "He's kicking!"Lucian's eyes lit up as he felt the subtle movements beneath his palm. A tender smile spread across his lips, a reflection of the wonder we both shared in this precious moment. The baby's k
Lucian’s POV"Where are the prisoners?" I inquired, my voice holding a tone of authority as I approached Owen, who was overseeing the training of our new warriors. In times of uncertainty, the training of our forces became even more critical.Owen pointed in the direction of Silas, who was engaged in an intense practice session. Silas had proven to be a dedicated and skilled warrior, and his insight on matters like this was invaluable. I walked over to him, his training blade glinting in the sunlight as he executed precise strikes."Silas," I called out, my voice carrying an air of urgency.He turned toward me, his expression focused but respectful. "Alpha Lucian," he acknowledged."Where are the prisoners?" I asked directly, my concern evident.Silas wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Cell thirteen," he responded promptly, his gaze meeting mine.I nodded in gratitude before motioning for him to accompany me. "Walk with me to the dungeon."Silas fell into step b
Elisa’s POV"I think…" I winced, my fingers clutching the edge of the table as a sudden, striking pain shot through my abdomen. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. "The baby is coming, Lucian!"The words tumbled out of my mouth in a mixture of panic and excitement. This was it. The moment we had been waiting for, the culmination of nine months of anticipation and preparation. My heart raced as I tried to steady my breathing, attempting to cope with the intensity of the contractions that were now coursing through me.In the hazy morning light that filtered through the curtains, I could see Lucian's silhouette moving rapidly from the closet to my side. He had a shirt in one hand and a pair of jeans in the other, frozen in his tracks by my sudden declaration.His usually composed face was etched with a mixture of concern and determination as he registered my state. "Elisa," he said softly, his voice brimming with a blend of awe and urgen
Lucian’s POVAs I stood by Elisa's side, gazing down at our newborn son, Lucien, a rush of emotions surged through me, overwhelming in their intensity. I watched as Elisa cradled him in her arms, her expression a mixture of wonder and exhaustion. The bond between a mother and her child was a marvel to witness, and in that moment, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of awe and gratitude.Lucien, my child, my firstborn. His tiny form held a universe of possibilities, a future that was waiting to unfold. I marveled at his delicate features, his small fingers curled into a fist, his eyes closed in peaceful slumber. It was as if time stood still, and the world around us faded into the background as I focused solely on the precious life we had brought into the world.The journey to this point had been one of shared dreams and challenges, a path that Elisa and I had walked together, hand in hand. And now, as I looked at our son, I realized that our love had taken on a new form, one tha
"Lucien is so cute!" Elle exclaimed, her fingers deftly weaving my hair into a delicate braid. I cradled my slumbering bundle of joy, my son Lucien, in my arms. The warmth of his tiny body against my chest filled me with an indescribable sense of contentment. We both couldn't help but dissolve into a chorus of soft giggles, our hearts dancing with the happiness that only a sleeping baby could bring.As Elle continued to work her magic on my hair, her hands moved with a practiced grace, careful not to disrupt the serenity of the moment. I watched her reflection in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with affection as she stole glances at Lucien. Her friendship had always been a source of strength for me, and now, as we navigated the beautiful chaos of motherhood together, our bond had only grown stronger."Time flies so fast, doesn't it, Luna?" Elle mused, her voice a gentle melody that matched the tranquility of the scene. Her words resonated deeply within me, echoing the sentiment I had b
“The council received a message that the rogues will attack the council tomorrow night. I will bring some of our warriors and fight with them,” Lucian informed me.The weight of Lucian's words hung heavily in the air, suffocating my thoughts with a potent mixture of dread and anxiety. The council had received a dire message - an impending attack by the rogues, the very embodiment of chaos and savagery. My heart raced as I absorbed the news, my mind conjuring vivid images of the battle that would ensue. The moon's pale glow filtered through the leaves outside, casting ghostly shadows across the room as if nature itself were reflecting the uncertainty that churned within me."You are going to fight?" The words slipped from my lips, my voice cracking like fragile glass under pressure. The mere thought of Lucian, the one I cherished above all else, throwing himself into the jaws of danger ignited a blaze of panic within me. It was as if my heart had been ensnared by a relentless vise, eve
As Lucian and his troop departed from the safety of our pack's base, my heart grew heavier with each step they took. I watched them disappear into the horizon, their figures blending with the vastness of the world beyond. The weight of worry settled upon my shoulders, threatening to consume me.Returning inside the Alpha's mansion, I was greeted by Elle, our trusted pack member who had lovingly prepared Lucien's milk. Her words carried a hint of reassurance, a reminder that I shouldn't allow my fears to consume me completely. "You shouldn't worry too much, Luna," she said gently. "Alpha and the troop will be back by tomorrow."Her words echoed in my mind, and I tried to find solace in them. I had witnessed Lucian's capabilities time and time again, his strength and strategic mind leading our pack to victory. Yet, despite my trust in him, an ominous feeling gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, casting a shadow of doubt over my thoughts. I couldn't shake the feeling that something w