Jaselyn's POV
With 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
Jaselyn's POVThe fire crackled softly as we completed our rounds around it, each step a reaffirmation of our promises. I took another breath, feeling the intensity of the moment, as it came to a climax.Rion’s final vow was both profound and moving. “I vow to always be by your side, to share in your joys and sorrows, and to lead with wisdom and courage as we face the future together.”With our vows complete, we turned to each other.Under normal circumstances, the couple would shift and mark each other before leaving together to begin their wedding night but as you already realize, our relationship is far from normal.We had already marked each other and we still needed to stay for the coronation so we opted for a kiss instead.As our lips met, sealing our union with a passionate kiss, the room erupted in applause. The sound was a powerful reminder of the community we were joining, their support and joy echoing
Jaselyn's POVAs Rion carried me into our bedroom, the romantic atmosphere embraced us with its soft, seductive allure. The room had been transformed into a haven of love, each detail meticulously arranged for our wedding night. Candles flickered on every available surface, their gentle light casting a warm, golden glow that made the room feel intimate and inviting. The air was filled with the delicate scent of roses and vanilla, a sweet aroma that mingled with the soft strains of a romantic melody playing in the background.Rose petals were scattered across the bed and the floor, adding a touch of elegance and sensuality. The bed itself was adorned with a lavish spread of silky sheets, the deep blue and white fabric glistening under the candlelight. The room was set up perfectly for an unforgettable evening.Rion gently placed me on the bed, his eyes locked onto mine with a mix of love and anticipation. He took a moment to admire the scene around us befor
Jaselyn's POVI wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the heat and hardness of him in my grasp. My strokes were slow and deliberate, each one designed to heighten his anticipation. His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly in response to my touch.I moved my mouth closer to his cock and traced a path with my tongue, savoring the warmth and hardness of him. I ran my hand up and down his cock once more, feeling the weight and pulse of his arousal. My gaze met his, and I saw the question in his eyes, his voice a mixture of desire and hesitation. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his breath hitching slightly.I nodded, my resolve clear. “I am. You’ve always given me so much pleasure. I want to return the favor.”I moved closer, flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the slight saltiness of his precum. The flavor was unfamiliar but intoxicating. I took a deep breath, then slowly took him