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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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