Natalie's POV:I didn’t know why, but my first thought was Alyssa.I couldn’t stop the image of her kissing that man from flashing through my mind. Could it really be her?I shook my head. Maybe I was just jealous of her. I had no evidence and couldn’t let myself suspect anyone so recklessly.Then another thought crossed my mind."Why are you telling me this?" I asked him. Did my father tell him to do it or did his father tell him to? Terrence blinked at me, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Because you're the future Luna, Natalie. This is something you need to be concerned about."Oh. Right. Future Luna. That old chestnut.My heart skipped a beat at his words, though, because does that mean he’s actually acknowledging me? Did Terrence finally recognize me as something more than just the girl he grew up with? Something more than the second choice after Alyssa?As a Luna? His Luna?I tried to keep my tone steady. "So... you're saying you see me as your future wife?"His jaw clenched.
Natalie's POV The Lycan Prince wanted to see me? I blinked at the maid, a little dazed. Why on earth would he want to see me? My head was still spinning from my conversation with Terrence, but I couldn’t keep him waiting, so I pulled myself out of bed."Tell him I'll be there in a minute," I said to the maid.“I will.”, The maid nodded, “There is something else, my Lady.” "Anything the matter?" I asked, my brows knitting together.The maid turned toward the door and called, "Lora, you can come in now."Lora? Who’s Lora? I was beyond confused as I watched the door creak open and a young woman entered. She was about my age, with a bright face and shoulder-length dark hair that fell in loose waves around her cheeks. Lora stepped forward with a bow. "Good evening, my Lady! It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you—and you're even more beautiful than they said you were." I couldn’t help but let a small smile slip, “Thank you. Lora.”The older maid explained, "
Natalie's POVImmediately the words left my mouth, I felt instant regret. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that?His grip on my hand loosened, and the anger in his eyes blazed even more. I had expected a comeback or a retort of some sort. But I got nothing. Instead, he simply turned around and walked away. What?As soon as Terrence walked away, I felt a pang of regret settle in my chest. Maybe I’d been too harsh. It wasn’t like he’d chosen for us to be mates. He’d been with Alyssa before all of this, and then fate just dropped me into his life like a bomb. But it still hurt, this strange, twisted thing between us.Maybe I shouldn’t have blamed him. I mean, he had feelings for Alyssa long before the mate bond pulled us together. Was it fair to hold that against him?But then... who else could I blame? The moon? The mate bond? Myself? “Terrence, wait!” He didn't stop. “Please, Terrence, wait.” I tried calling out to him, hoping to say something that might soften the edge I’d seen in
Natalie's POVWithout thinking, I shot up, throwing my arms around her. "Daisy! Dear Goddess, I’ve missed you!"She laughed, her arms squeezing me back just as tightly. "I’ve missed you too," she said, pulling back slightly, only to take a good look at me. Then she chuckled and wrapped her arms around me again, giving me another hug. "Oh, who am I kidding? Come here, Nat!"Daisy was another childhood friend of mine and we've been close since like—forever. I laughed, hugging her as tightly as I could. It’d been months since I’d seen her—three whole months while she was off in another pack for warrior training. Finally, we broke apart, and I gestured to the bed, “Sit, please.” She plopped onto the bed, crossing her legs like she was settling in for a story. "When did you get back?" I asked. “Last night, technically, but they closed the borders because of a fight,” she replied with a shrug. “I only just got in and rushed here as soon as I could. Couldn’t wait to see my bestie.”I gr
Natalie's POVTerrence led me down the hallways as we went back to the mansion. I had to jog to keep up, but I didn’t ask him to slow down or even release my hand. In some twisted way, I liked it. I felt like I could pretend—just for a minute—that he felt something for me.“Where are we going?” I asked, a little breathless. Silence.“Terrence?” I tried again, glancing up at him, but he kept his gaze straight ahead, his jaw set. This wasn’t exactly comforting.We wound through the mansion’s halls until, finally, we stopped in front of his room. My heart was pounding for reasons I couldn’t entirely explain. Did he want to talk? Did he have something to tell me that couldn’t wait?Once we were inside, he let go of my hand, and I immediately missed the feel of it, however brief it had been. I looked around his room, noting the little details—neatly made bed, books stacked on the nightstand and the faint smell of cedarwood. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked but instead of answering
Natalie's POVWedding dresses.For me. And Terrence. My childhood dream was finally coming true—sort of. If you squinted really hard and ignored the fact that the groom barely acknowledged me.I followed the maid through the hallways, with Terrence trailing silently behind us. We were close enough that our arms almost brushed, yet the space between us felt endless.Then, without a glance, Terrence turned away and followed the maid ahead.I sighed softly, biting back the urge to reach for him.Opening my mind link, I reached out to Daisy.“Daisy, can you come by after your patrol shift? I’m going to need help picking a dress. Otherwise, I’ll just stand there like an idiot and wear whatever they throw on me.”Daisy laughed. “You bet I’ll be there. Don’t let them bully you into anything poofy. Remember, you have hips, girl—use them!”I smiled at that. Daisy always knew how to make me laugh, even when my stomach was tangled in knots.The fitting room was massive, with tall windows streami
Natalie's POV:The words slipped out of his mouth so effortlessly, I almost thought I imagined them. “You look beautiful.”Damn. For a solid five seconds, I just stood there, staring at him like some kind of star-struck fool. My brain was a mess of static and Hailey was doing cartwheels in my head. “He called us beautiful. Did you hear that? BEAUTIFUL.” She practically purred, and I swear, if wolves could blush, she’d be redder than a fire hydrant.I tried to play it cool, though. Well, as cool as one can be when their fated mate, who usually looks at them like they’re an annoying little sister, suddenly decides to drop a bomb like that."Uh, thanks," I mumbled, probably sounding as eloquent as a potato. My cheeks were burning hotter than the pack’s bonfire last summer, and I had no idea what to do with my hands. Then, because I clearly have a death wish, I added, “You look… really good too. I mean, in your suit. It’s… uh, really nice. Makes you look…” Don’t say sexy. Don’t say
Natalie's POV A WEEK LATER. The wedding day. My wedding day.It was finally here. I stood there, wrapped in the wedding dress. My shoulders ached, my heart thudded dully in my chest, and my stomach churned. Terrence stood beside me, looking exactly like the groom of my dreams. His hair was styled just enough to look effortlessly handsome, and the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw made him unfairly perfect. He looked like a prince from a fairy tale.Except in this story, the prince was in love with someone else.The pack surrounded us, offering blessings and beaming smiles as if this union meant something magical. As if it was the beginning of something beautiful. But their words felt hollow, like drops of water on a desert.My fingers trembled as I held my bouquet. “You look amazing. Like a goddess. Terrence is definitely noticing.” “Hailey, stop. He’s just going through the motions.”“Motions or not, did you see the way his jaw clenched when you walked in? That wasn’t nothi
Terrence's POVNatalie’s wide eyes locked on my finger as if I were holding a severed limb instead of a shallow cut. “It's not serious, okay? I can handle it.” “What if it gets infected? What if—what if the glass was dirty? You could get, like, sepsis or—or tetanus or something!” she countered. “Do wolves even get tetanus? I don’t know, but I think we should call the healer just in case. What if your healing is slower than normal because—”“Enough,” I snapped, yanking my hand back.Her panic faltered for a moment, but her gaze remained fixed on me—wide, concerned, and entirely too sincere. Like she genuinely believed a single cut could be fatal.My wolf growled softly, not in annoyance, but in something unsettlingly close to approval. “She cares.” Gio said. I knew. She always cares.I ignored him nevertheless. “It’s just a cut, Natalie.”Her lips parted as if to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance.“I’ll rinse it under water, and it’ll heal by tomorrow. It’s nothing.”Her bro
Natalie's POVMy cheeks burned so hot I was sure I could fry an egg on them. This isn’t normal. This isn’t—Hailey, of course, had thoughts."Girl, relax. This is the closest we’ve ever been to his chest. Enjoy it while it lasts."Shut up, Hailey.I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, my face burning hotter with every second. His arms around me felt… wrong and right, all at once. Strong, steady, like he was meant to carry me—but that thought was dangerous. It wasn’t just the strength of his hold; it was the feel of him, the way his touch lingered just enough to send my heart spiraling into chaos."He smells amazing," Hailey purred. Stop."I mean, we’re practically nose-deep in his chest right now. You can’t pretend you don’t notice.”Hailey wasn’t wrong. He did smell incredible, but acknowledging it only made everything worse. My head spun with the scent of him. "I wonder if Alyssa gets carried like this," Hailey added in a bitter tone. That hit a nerve. I hated myself for won
Natalie's POV“Married couples are supposed to share a room, right?” Lora had innocently declared. I nearly choked on my indignation. Married couple, my foot. If she’d seen Terrence’s cozy moment with Alyssa at our wedding reception, I was sure she’d be singing a different tune. But no, Lora just smiled sweetly. Meanwhile, I could feel heat rising in my chest like a volcano about to erupt. Did Terrence even consider asking Alyssa not to come to our wedding? Nope. He had the audacity to talk to her all night like they were star-crossed lovers and I was the third wheel in my own marriage.But I wasn't about to explode here. And I might have to cry about it some other time. I plastered on a polite smile and walked stiffly toward him. "Let’s go," I said, wrapping my arm awkwardly around his.He barely glanced at me and his face remained stony—if I hadn’t known better, I’d think he was about to walk into a firing squad. Which shot a pain right at my chest because five minutes ago, he wa
Natalie's POV A WEEK LATER. The wedding day. My wedding day.It was finally here. I stood there, wrapped in the wedding dress. My shoulders ached, my heart thudded dully in my chest, and my stomach churned. Terrence stood beside me, looking exactly like the groom of my dreams. His hair was styled just enough to look effortlessly handsome, and the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw made him unfairly perfect. He looked like a prince from a fairy tale.Except in this story, the prince was in love with someone else.The pack surrounded us, offering blessings and beaming smiles as if this union meant something magical. As if it was the beginning of something beautiful. But their words felt hollow, like drops of water on a desert.My fingers trembled as I held my bouquet. “You look amazing. Like a goddess. Terrence is definitely noticing.” “Hailey, stop. He’s just going through the motions.”“Motions or not, did you see the way his jaw clenched when you walked in? That wasn’t nothi
Natalie's POV:The words slipped out of his mouth so effortlessly, I almost thought I imagined them. “You look beautiful.”Damn. For a solid five seconds, I just stood there, staring at him like some kind of star-struck fool. My brain was a mess of static and Hailey was doing cartwheels in my head. “He called us beautiful. Did you hear that? BEAUTIFUL.” She practically purred, and I swear, if wolves could blush, she’d be redder than a fire hydrant.I tried to play it cool, though. Well, as cool as one can be when their fated mate, who usually looks at them like they’re an annoying little sister, suddenly decides to drop a bomb like that."Uh, thanks," I mumbled, probably sounding as eloquent as a potato. My cheeks were burning hotter than the pack’s bonfire last summer, and I had no idea what to do with my hands. Then, because I clearly have a death wish, I added, “You look… really good too. I mean, in your suit. It’s… uh, really nice. Makes you look…” Don’t say sexy. Don’t say
Natalie's POVWedding dresses.For me. And Terrence. My childhood dream was finally coming true—sort of. If you squinted really hard and ignored the fact that the groom barely acknowledged me.I followed the maid through the hallways, with Terrence trailing silently behind us. We were close enough that our arms almost brushed, yet the space between us felt endless.Then, without a glance, Terrence turned away and followed the maid ahead.I sighed softly, biting back the urge to reach for him.Opening my mind link, I reached out to Daisy.“Daisy, can you come by after your patrol shift? I’m going to need help picking a dress. Otherwise, I’ll just stand there like an idiot and wear whatever they throw on me.”Daisy laughed. “You bet I’ll be there. Don’t let them bully you into anything poofy. Remember, you have hips, girl—use them!”I smiled at that. Daisy always knew how to make me laugh, even when my stomach was tangled in knots.The fitting room was massive, with tall windows streami
Natalie's POVTerrence led me down the hallways as we went back to the mansion. I had to jog to keep up, but I didn’t ask him to slow down or even release my hand. In some twisted way, I liked it. I felt like I could pretend—just for a minute—that he felt something for me.“Where are we going?” I asked, a little breathless. Silence.“Terrence?” I tried again, glancing up at him, but he kept his gaze straight ahead, his jaw set. This wasn’t exactly comforting.We wound through the mansion’s halls until, finally, we stopped in front of his room. My heart was pounding for reasons I couldn’t entirely explain. Did he want to talk? Did he have something to tell me that couldn’t wait?Once we were inside, he let go of my hand, and I immediately missed the feel of it, however brief it had been. I looked around his room, noting the little details—neatly made bed, books stacked on the nightstand and the faint smell of cedarwood. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked but instead of answering
Natalie's POVWithout thinking, I shot up, throwing my arms around her. "Daisy! Dear Goddess, I’ve missed you!"She laughed, her arms squeezing me back just as tightly. "I’ve missed you too," she said, pulling back slightly, only to take a good look at me. Then she chuckled and wrapped her arms around me again, giving me another hug. "Oh, who am I kidding? Come here, Nat!"Daisy was another childhood friend of mine and we've been close since like—forever. I laughed, hugging her as tightly as I could. It’d been months since I’d seen her—three whole months while she was off in another pack for warrior training. Finally, we broke apart, and I gestured to the bed, “Sit, please.” She plopped onto the bed, crossing her legs like she was settling in for a story. "When did you get back?" I asked. “Last night, technically, but they closed the borders because of a fight,” she replied with a shrug. “I only just got in and rushed here as soon as I could. Couldn’t wait to see my bestie.”I gr
Natalie's POVImmediately the words left my mouth, I felt instant regret. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that?His grip on my hand loosened, and the anger in his eyes blazed even more. I had expected a comeback or a retort of some sort. But I got nothing. Instead, he simply turned around and walked away. What?As soon as Terrence walked away, I felt a pang of regret settle in my chest. Maybe I’d been too harsh. It wasn’t like he’d chosen for us to be mates. He’d been with Alyssa before all of this, and then fate just dropped me into his life like a bomb. But it still hurt, this strange, twisted thing between us.Maybe I shouldn’t have blamed him. I mean, he had feelings for Alyssa long before the mate bond pulled us together. Was it fair to hold that against him?But then... who else could I blame? The moon? The mate bond? Myself? “Terrence, wait!” He didn't stop. “Please, Terrence, wait.” I tried calling out to him, hoping to say something that might soften the edge I’d seen in