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Why the moon roars War cried.
CYRUS’ POV My head was hurting, and I could feel the familiar process of a vision coming in as I struggled to hold myself upright. But it felt different, as if it was some sort of advanced form of a vision and a mind link combined together. “Stephen,” I called out, unsure if it was really him. “Cyrus, listen to me, I don't have much time. Listen closely, she's somewhere in the forest; close to the border. I don't exactly know where because we moved her two nights ago.”He continued, “She's alive for now but they plan to kill her and Cynthia soon, so you have to hurry.”“Stephen,” I called out as he was sucked out of the dark room, my head spinning as I re-appeared in the sitting room.I shook my head as I looked up at Clyde and Natalia, their faces mirroring worry as they stared at me.“What was that?” They chorused, rushing to my side.“Stephen mind linked me…I think. It was different, and not like how it usually is. I'm not sure.” I nipped at my bottom lip, my eyebrows furrowed i
Why the moon roars Mr and Mrs Moon
Baelakis POV As the chapel doors opened, revealing a sea of familiar faces bathed in the soft glow of room light, my breath caught in my throat.The faces of our loved ones were illuminated by the gentle glow, but it was Cyrus who commanded my attention. He stood tall and proud at the altar, looking breathtakingly handsome. He was a vision of elegance, his tall frame accentuated by the perfectly tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His black hair was swept back, revealing his strong, chiseled features and those mesmerizing grey eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul.As I took in every detail of his appearance, my gaze lingered on the scar that stretched across his nose and above his mouth. It was a reminder of the battles he had fought, the trials he had overcome. The wound had begun to heal, a testament to his resilience.Cyrus exuded a quiet confidence as he waited for me at the altar, his eyes filled with love and a hint of mischief.As I took my
Why the moon roars The Wedding night.
Baelakis POVI settled back against the mound of plush pillows on our bed, feeling the weight of the day lift as Cyrus and I gazed at each other, his eyes brimming with adoration. The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across his chiseled features, highlighting the love and desire that danced within them. I couldn’t help but blush under his intense gaze, the anticipation of what's to come sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering within me.As he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a tender, lingering kiss, I melted into his touch, the taste of te softness of his lips against mine sparked a fire deep within me, a hunger for more of him that could not be easily satiated. I felt every brush of his lips against mine like a symphony of desire, the heat of his touch searing through me and igniting a yearning that burned hot and fierce.My fingers instinctively sought out his hair, tangling in the soft strands as I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that matched hi
Why the moon roars Heartbeats.
Baelakis POV I awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. The memories of last night flooded back to me, the passion and love we had shared as husband and wife. Naked and cocooned in Cyrus' arms, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me.Gazing up at his sleeping face, so serene and handsome, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Carefully, I traced the lines of his cheek, savoring the feel of his stubble against my fingertips. Running my fingers through his thick hair, I marveled at the way he looked so peaceful in his sleep.Suddenly, Cyrus's gray eyes blinked open, locking with mine in a moment of pure connection. His lips curved into a smile. Pulling me closer to him, he kissed me with a passion that sent my head spinning, a rush of desire flooding through me.Wrapping my arms around him, I lost myself in the intoxicating taste of his lips against mine, the world falling away as we deepened the kiss. "Good morning, my love,"
Why the moon roars We’re smitten.
Baelakis POV I lay on the bed, my world painted in monochrome as the sound of raindrops splattered against the zinc roof above us. The steady hum of the heater and my whimpers of agony filled the room. Wave after wave of contractions crashed down upon me, the mind-numbing pain making it difficult for me to differentiate the walls from the ceiling.Cyrus fixated his gaze on the clock, trying not to panic as he withstood my grunts. He held my hand, letting my grip tighten as the pain grew more and more intense. I felt helpless, only being able to hold onto him as my body betrayed me.He wiped my forehead with a cool towel, following the guidance of one of the nurses who was tending to us. I flinched and recoiled at the change of temperature, causing Cyrus to remove the cloth quickly. He looked towards the nurse for help as I writhed beneath him."It h-hurts," I whispered breathlessly, my face scrunching in discomfort as my uterine muscles tightened. My nails dug into the back of Cyrus's
Why the moon roars With Hope.
Baelakis POV The following day, after a flurry of well-wishes and a final check-up from the doctor, I was discharged from the hospital, ready to return home with Cyrus and our twins. Though I was eager to introduce our babies to the pack, exhaustion weighed heavily on my limbs as we made our way to the car, the twins snuggled securely in their car seats.Cyrus, ever attentive, helped me settle into the passenger seat before taking the wheel, casting a worried glance in my direction. "Are you alright, love?" he asked, concern etched on his face.I offered him a reassuring smile, despite the weariness that seeped into my voice. "Just tired," I admitted. "But I'm looking forward to bringing the twins home."The drive back to the pack house was filled with quiet conversation, Cyrus and I discussing the adjustments we'd need to make as new parents and the joy that awaited us as we watched our children grow.Upon our arrival, we were greeted by the members of Cyrus's pack, their faces aligh
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Baelakis POVIt was a couple of hours after Cyrus had given me the most intense release of my life, and the heady mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration still buzzed through my veins. Despite the languor that held me captive in our bed, the pull to move was irresistible. I slipped from beneath the covers, careful not to disturb Cyrus, who was still wrapped in the deep sleep of contentment.I glanced around the dim room, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow over our space.The house was quiet, unnervingly so. The air, heavy with the scent of lavender, hung still in the room. I gingerly swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my feet. Every muscle protested as I stood, but the restlessness had grown too insistent to ignore. I reached for a pair of simple joggers and a T-shirt, pulling them on over my naked body, the fabric cool against my heated skin.The house, with its familiar creaks and murmurs, seemed to beckon
Why the moon roars … Or not to have.
Baelakis POV The night passed in a gentle blur of dreams and soft murmurs. I awoke to the soft light of dawn creeping through the thin curtains of the living room, casting a pale glow across the room. The stillness of the morning was comforting, almost peaceful. Cyrus’ arm was wrapped around me, his warmth a welcome presence as I lay beside him on the floor, our makeshift bed a pile of blankets that we had pulled together the night before. The scent of pine and earth from the nearby forest hung in the air, mingling with the faint warmth of the early morning sun. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and instinctively turned my head to the side. Cyrus lay next to me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His arm was draped protectively over me, even in his sleep.Across the room, my parents were still asleep, tangled in each other’s arms on the couch. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight, their faces softened by sleep, the lines of worry that usually marked
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