Jaselyn’s POV
The past week has been a whirlwind of grief and duty. When Alpha Xyne died, the entire Pack was thrown into mourning. Rion had called a Pack meeting to announce the news, and it was like a punch to everyone's gut. I remember the gasps and cries that rippled through the crowd as he spoke. People were in shock, some of them dropping to their knees in disbelief.
The palace, once filled with the bustling energy of daily life, felt like it was wrapped in a heavy, suffocating blanket of sorrow. Black banners were hung, and everyone wore somber expressions. The hallways, usually echoing with laughter and conversation, were now eerily silent, filled only with the soft sounds of weeping and the occasional whisper.
Rion had to step up immediately, taking over all the Pack's affairs because Luna Daryna was in no state to do so. After she woke up, she cried nonstop, her grief so intense that she eventually fell sick. It was heartbreaking to see her
Jaselyn's POVAs Rion carried me into our bedroom, every step felt like an eternity, charged with anticipation. The soft glow of the moon cast flickering shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and charged with passion. He set me down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, the intensity of his gaze promising the heat that was about to unfold.The soft creak of the mattress as I settled made my heart race. Rion’s hands roamed over my body, his touch igniting a trail of heat wherever he made contact. I felt the tension build between us, each second stretched and heavy with desire. He began to unbutton his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, revealing his chiseled chest and the hard lines of his abs.My hands found their way to his shoulders, my fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. I pulled him closer, my lips finding his in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. The kiss deepened as his hands slid d
Jaselyn’s POVI woke up to the soft warmth of Rion’s body encircling mine, his steady breathing a soothing rhythm against my back. The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow over our tangled limbs. I tried to ease myself out of bed, careful not to disturb the peaceful bubble we were cocooned in. My movements were slow and deliberate, but the moment I shifted, Rion’s arms tightened around me, pulling me back with a soft, contented sigh.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was a drowsy murmur, filled with a warmth that made me smile despite the heaviness of the day ahead.“I was trying to sneak out,” I whispered, pressing a light kiss on his chest. “But it seems like you caught me.”His eyes fluttered open, their deep gaze locking with mine. He smiled sleepily, his lips curving into a tender, almost playful grin. “I did, and I’m not letting you
Jaselyn's POVWith a final squeeze of his hand, we left our room and made our way to Luna Daryna’s, our hearts heavy with the day’s somber duties but buoyed by the strength we drew from each other.When we arrived at Luna Daryna’s room, Larose was already there, sitting beside her mother. Carol was playing quietly on the floor, her small hands busy with a toy. The mood was poignant but calm. Dressed in mourning attire, Luna Daryna looked fragile but determined. Larose glanced up as we entered, her expression a mix of sadness and relief.“Jaselyn,” she greeted, her voice soft but steady. “Rion.”“Larose,” I replied, crossing the room to hug her. “How’s Mother doing?”“She’s better today,” Larose said, her voice filled with quiet hope. “Still weak, but she’s strong enough to attend the funeral. It’s a small blessing.”I knelt
Jaselyn’s POVA week had passed since Alpha Xyne’s funeral, and the Pack was slowly finding its way back to normalcy. The past few days had been a whirlwind of changes, both large and small. Luna Daryna’s health was improving steadily. I had been watching her recover with a mixture of relief and admiration. Her strength through this ordeal had been nothing short of remarkable. The once-overwhelming burden of leadership had begun to lighten, thanks in no small part to Rion finally allowing himself to delegate responsibilities. He had stopped trying to shoulder everything alone and had started working closely with Rafayel, Erik, and the other key figures in the Pack.The biggest change, however, had been with Carol. The transition to kindergarten had been rocky at first. On her first day, she was overwhelmed by the new environment, and the other children struggled to understand her since she communicated through sign language. But Carol’s resilien
Jaselyn's POVHer hands trembled slightly as she continued. “But I could never forget about you, the son I lost. The child that was stolen from me. As soon as I found out you were alive, the search for you never ceased. I often worried about how you would perceive me, if you would ever accept me. I constantly battled with the thought of failing you as a mother.The struggles were relentless and unending. There were days when I wanted nothing more than to surrender to the weariness. There were moments when I questioned if I was capable of managing everything. The pressure to perform—to be both a leader and a caretaker—was overwhelming. Yet, I pressed on, drawing strength from the love I had for my family and the support of the Pack. But now, with Xyne gone, I find that I can no longer bear the burden.”Luna Daryna’s voice wavered with the weight of her confession. “I want to honor Xyne’s memory, but I also need to f
Jaselyn's POVThe sun had risen on the grandest day of my life, casting a golden glow over the Pack's territory.I almost can't believe it. It's finally here, the day that will change my life forever.I sit in front of the mirror, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. Today is the day of our mating ceremony and coronation, a moment I had dreamt of yet scarcely believed would come to pass.The room buzzed with activity. Maids and professionals bustled around me, their movements precise and practiced. They had dressed me in a breathtaking gown of deep sapphire and crisp white, the colors of our Pack. The bodice was a delicate lattice of silver thread and intricate beadwork, glistening like stars scattered across a midnight sky. The gown flared out from my waist in a cascade of layers, each one a whisper of silk and satin, catching the light as I moved. The train was long and flowing, pooling around my fee
Jaselyn's POVWhen I managed to collect myself, I looked at him with curiosity. “Why did you choose to propose like this? This is the way humans do it, isn't it?”Rion chuckled, his gaze tender. “I’ve always admired how humans propose. It’s a beautiful gesture, a way of showing love and commitment. I wanted to give you that moment, to show you how much you mean to me in a way that’s special to me.”He paused, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Besides, I needed to make sure you really wanted to marry someone like me. I still find it hard to believe you’d want me.”I playfully swatted at him, laughing through my tears. “Speak of yourself with more respect! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”Rion grinned, pulling me into a warm embrace. “I’m sorry. I’ll always speak of myself with the utmost respect if it means making you happy
Jaselyn's POVThe Grand Hall was a spectacle of elegance and splendor, bathed in the golden light of the afternoon sun. The air was thick with anticipation, the hum of excited voices merging with the soft strains of ceremonial music that floated through the air. The Hall itself had been transformed into a veritable palace of dreams, adorned with delicate blue and white drapes that cascaded like a gentle waterfall from the high, vaulted ceilings. Crystal chandeliers hung above, their light refracting through the myriad of sparkling decorations and creating a mesmerizing dance of light across the room.At the heart of the Hall stood the bonfire, a blazing testament to the sacredness of this day. Its flames leaped and danced with a life of their own, casting a warm, flickering glow that symbolized Selene, the moon goddess. The fire was surrounded by a circle of intricately carved stones, each one etched with runes and symbols that spoke of ancient rites and timeless