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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
Why the moon roars To have and to cherish…
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
Why the moon roars They will pay with their blood.
BaelakisThe morning light streamed through the windows, cold and indifferent, casting long shadows across the floor of the pack house. It had been a night of endless tears and unanswered prayers. The emptiness inside me had grown so vast that I felt like I was floating in some dark abyss, detached from everything except the gnawing, raw ache of loss. My babies were gone, and the realization settled in my bones like a poison, spreading slowly but surely, poisoning every thought, every breath.I had spent most of the night curled up on the living room floor, staring blankly at the ceiling while the others sat in stunned silence around me. No one knew what to say; no words could mend the chasm that had opened in my heart. We all knew who was responsible, though. The betrayal, once just a bitter suspicion, had now festered into a truth too ugly to ignore.Tina.The name echoed in my mind like a curse. She had been one of us, someone I had trusted, someone who had watched over my children
Why the moon roars Lavender smells like Grief.
Cyrus' point of viewThe morning light filtered through the thin curtains of our room, casting soft streaks on the wooden floor. But there was no warmth in that light, no comfort to be found in its embrace. I stood in the doorway, watching Baekalis as she sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, her shoulders hunched and trembling. Her fingers clutched the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat grow thicker with each passing second. My heart ached, a deep, relentless pain that I couldn’t shake. My children were gone—taken by someone we had trusted. And now, Baekalis was breaking before my eyes, and I had no idea how to stop it.“Baekalis,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. I took a tentative step into the room, but she didn’t react. It was as if she didn’t even hear me. “Baekalis, my love, please… talk to me.”She was silent, her body rigid, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. I could feel the d
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Why the moon roars Let love lead us.
BAEKALIS’ POVI stood nervously in the dressing room, turning around so I was faced away from the mirror as I played with the rings that adorned my fingers. My wedding ring shone the brightest among them all, the gem glowing in a way that I had never seen before. It amazed me every single time. Sadly, this wasn't one of the special times that the glimmer managed to calm me down. “Sweetheart, you're overreacting. It's not that deep.”I snapped my neck around again to glare daggers at Natalia, folding my arms across my chest as she flinched at my look. She stared at me pointedly for a few more seconds before deciding to call me a bluff. She mirrored my look, hers accompanied with the same subtle eyebrow raise that Cyrus did all the time. “Mhm, don't look at me like that. You also know you're overreacting.” Natalia turned to look at Ardyn who was seated on the couch next to her, his attention fully directed at his switch.Clyde had finally gotten him one for his tenth birthday a few
Why the moon roars Beautifully.
DEVINA'S POVI sighed, soaking myself in the water even more as I let myself sink. My muscles were aching, and for the first time in a while, I felt relaxed. My face felt smooth, and my hair was neatly tied in a bun and my whole skin was tingling. Soft classical piano resonated around the room through the speakers situated at the four corners of the walls. The speakers were connected to my phone, and I genuinely wouldn't mind being murdered here. Sonata No. 14, “Moonlight” in C-Sharp Minor, Op. 27 No. 2: I. Adagio sostenuto. It was a particular favourite of mine ever since I had started listening to classical music. Which was, admittedly, only quite recently. Although, I didn't think my opinion about it being one of my favourites would be changing any time soon. I heard footsteps echoing from down the hall, sounding louder and louder as the owner of the two feet approached the bathroom. I only sighed louder, letting my eyes flutter close as I rested my head against the edge of t
Why the moon roars Awakened Evil.
Cyrus POV.The alpha rogue howled outside as if calling me, red filled my vision as I transformed, stepping over bodies as I made my way outside.The cool breeze blew our fur, his beady black eyes glinting wickedly in the moonlight. We both detransformed.“Ending your parents was just the beginning, I'll kill you then proceed to end the rest of your pathetic pack.”“Your father was a weakling who never deserved to rule.”“What's shocking is he had an even weaker son who succeeded in being a worse Alpha than he was.”I cut him off, sending an uppercut to his stomach as he lurched backwards, clutching his stomach.He lunged at me, his claws gleaming in the moonlight, I bent as low as I could, kicking him from under and sending him flying towards the entrance.He fell on the tiles with a large this, the stood up, limping as he wiped blood from his mouth, a sinister look in his eye as he transformed.I transformed too, slowly advancing towards him, howls and battle cries distant as his gre
Why the moon roars Let the Alpha face the hornets.
CYRUS’ POV Baek switched between happy and depressed over the next fortnight. Her moods went from immense joy to overwhelming sadness in a matter of days. Her mother had holed herself up in her room ever since the night of the announcement. Thomas was cremated and his ashes were kept in a jar in Cynthia's room, the jar kept in a glass case which hung decoratively over her bed.We– especially I– were all worried for Baek, tiptoeing on eggshells around her all the time, careful not to upset her for fear she'd breakdown.“Hey,” I whispered softly, coming out the bathroom as I tightened the sweatpants which hung low on my waist.I went to her and softly kissed the top of her head, sitting behind her as I massaged her shoulders.“How are you holding up?” I asked, burrowing my fingers deeper into her shoulder, fighting the knots there.“It all still feels unreal. It's like trying to balance being the mother of twin newborns while mourning the death of my father and trying to be there for m
Why the moon roars Tit for Tat.
DEVINA'S POV“We have to strike now!” Nightshade boomed as he turned towards the pack of rogues…the same rogues who murdered Alpha Cyrus' parents.“Why? It's not the designated time yet. Our soldiers aren't fully trained yet and your top soldier just recovered from a fatal injury…”“I hardly think we are in any position to ‘strike now’.”“Oh, but we are dear Alpha. Cyrus' father in law was murdered in the same battle that my Denzel was wounded.”Your Denzel?“Combining the death of her father with the birth and kidnapping of her children, Baekalis is weak and emotionally unstable right now. And if she is, automatically her husband — Cyrus — is too.“Now is the perfect time to strike because they are so downcast and fucking disoriented.”“B-but–”“But what?!” Nightshade boomed, his voice echoing through the night, the distant cry of the birds echoing through the dense forest.“Lower your voice.” The alpha commanded, growling as he faced Nightshade.Nightshade sighed in exasperation, ru
Why the moon roars The Cloak.
Cyrus POV.I don't know how long I lay there, I turned my neck, the stiffness making it hard as I took in the bloodiness of my surroundings. I looked at Denzel again, his eyes were closed so just to be sure I pressed my ear to his chest.It rose and fell slowly, a calming rhythm to his breaths. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose as I stood up gingerly, stretching as I reached for a makeshift first aid box in the corner of the room. I poured alcohol on a semi-clean rag and silently apologised as I pressed the rag to his thigh. He winced and woke up, he saw me and his frantic eyes softened as he clenched my cloak. I slowly wiped the blood off the surrounding areas and cleaned his wound as best I could, I then tore an piece of my cloak and used it to wrap the injury.That would help for now.I snuggled into his chest, not caring whether nightshade would see us anymore. He groggily turned and pressed a kiss to my forehead, falling asleep quickly after. ~•~I slowly sat up, rubbing
Why the moon roars Tough as nails.
CYRUS’ POV I kicked the stone I had been fixated on for the past half hour away from me. Stephen had been gone for a while and we were all losing hope. Of course none of us said it directly, but with each passing day, our shoulders slumped more, we became more sluggish and the vigour which had been there days ago slowly died.I don't even know who was more affected by the kidnapping of Ciel and Lyra– me or Thomas, my father in law.I stood up, dusting myself off as Stephen rushed towards me, looking more anxious than usual if that was even fucking possible.“Cyrus, we need to move…now!” he ordered, rousing the others from their resting places. “What…why?” I questioned, rubbing my temple as I arched my back, the satisfying crack it made as I stretched.“The twins…I know where they are…” he trailed off, picking up his gun and putting out the fire he and Thomas had struggled to ignite mere hours before.My eyes shot open at that, my somewhat calm psyche thrown into another frenzy as b
Why the moon roars Devina’s request.
Devina's POV.The morning sunlight filtered softly through the heavy curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. I was still half-asleep, drifting between dreams and reality, when I felt Devina stir beside me. Her warmth was a comforting presence, and I wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in her embrace, blocking out the dangers that waited beyond these walls. But even in this peaceful moment, there was an unspoken tension in the air, a reminder that our time together was always fleeting.I slowly became more aware of the world around me, the softness of the bed, the gentle rise and fall of Devina’s breath. But I kept my eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her fingers threading through my hair, the tender way she touched me. It was rare to see her like this—calm, unguarded, and not weighed down by the burdens she carried. I wanted to hold onto it, just a little longer.But reality had other plans.I felt her movements slow, the gentle strokes of her hand in my hair
Why the moon roars It takes two to tango.
As the door closed behind Nightshade, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The tension in my shoulders slowly unwound, though the heaviness in my chest remained. His presence was like a cold, suffocating fog that seeped into every corner of the room, and even after he was gone, the chill lingered. I walked over to the window, pulling back the heavy curtain to peer out into the night. The sky was pitch black, with no stars to offer comfort, just the same oppressive darkness I had grown accustomed to.I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, my breath fogging the glass as my thoughts spiraled. It was always the same when Nightshade left. Relief mingled with dread, the uneasy calm before the storm. I was his lover, his confidante, but only because I had to be. The mask I wore in his presence felt like a second skin, a permanent skin I could never fully shed. I was trapped in this role, suffocated by the lies I told myself and him. There was no escape, not without payi
