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Chapter 41

Author: Ivana Jameson
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Settling In as Luna

Priscilla's Perspective

The first rays of dawn streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room. Jake’s arms tightened around me as I stirred, his warmth a comforting cocoon. I turned my head slightly to find him already awake, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that made my cheeks flush.

“Good morning, Luna,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

A smile tugged at my lips. “Good morning, Alpha.”

Jake chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

I reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingers. “Hearing what?”

“Luna,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

For a moment, everything else faded—the worries, the responsibilities, the weight of my new title. All that mattered was the feel of his lips on mine, the steady beat of his h
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