All Chapters of Moonlit Dominion: She-Wolf Ascendant: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stiffen, because I wasn't expecting her to be this straightforward. “You need me?” I harden my expression, feeling hurt and angry. “If you needed me, then why did you chase me away?”“Because I was scared!” she moves forward hastily, as her robe unveils her shoulder. “I was scared that I would harm you.”Slowly, I step forward, standing just a few inches from her. My eyes trail the dark marks on her shoulder and hands, how the blood moon tattoo has begun to fade away. “Your contribution to protect your pack is astonishing, but look at how this is killing you, Nyx,” I sigh, I'm well aware of her witchcraft usage. She hugs me tightly suddenly, burying her face in my chest. I can feel the vibration, her unspoken pain and sobbing. I inhale deeply her scent and after a moment, I embrace her back. It's okay, it's love. I can forgive because I love her. But I'm not sure why she came back to me. “I want to stay with you,” she mumbles again my shirt, sniffing. So why should I wait anymo

Nyx stares at his sleeping face, his long eyelashes gently resting on his cheekbones. His pointed nose, manly thin lips, and the faint stubble on his jaw make her heart race. Her ears redden as she inches closer. She had never seen him look so peaceful, so perfect. They had such a great time together today, but something inside her craved more—a deeper connection.“A little touch won’t hurt,” she whispers to herself, reaching out. Her fingers gently brush his lips, barely daring to touch him. They feel soft, a contrast to his rugged features.“What are you doing?” Lorenzo’s eyes suddenly snap open. His voice is groggy, but his gaze sharpens as he looks at her.Nyx freezes, her heart skipping a beat. “I— I didn’t mean to wake you,” she stammers, pulling her hand away quickly, embarrassed that she disturbed his rest.He frowns, catching her wrist before she can retreat completely. “No, don’t pull away,” he mutters, his voice softening as he places her hand back on his face. “I like it w

Nyx is sitting on the edge of the bed, her back turned to me. She’s been silent ever since she woke up. I can feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, and I know something is wrong. I approach her cautiously, placing a hand on her shoulder.“Nyx, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice soft but concerned.She stiffens under my touch, then stands up abruptly, shrugging me off. “Lorenzo, why didn’t you tell me your mother hates me?”My heart skips a beat. I should have known this would come up. “Nyx, it’s not like that,” I try to explain, but she cuts me off, turning around to face me with fire in her eyes.“Not like that?” she repeats, her voice rising. “Then what is it? She thinks I’m a witch, an enemy! She’ll never accept me. I heard the maids whispering when I went out this morning.”I run a hand through my hair, frustrated but trying to keep calm. “Look, I’m handling it. She’s just... worried. She doesn’t know you like I do.”Nyx crosses her arms, glaring at me. “Worried? You

Nyx stands by the window, gazing out at the fading sunset. The light dances across her skin, and Lorenzo watches her in silence, knowing the time is drawing near. His heart feels heavy, knowing she has to leave. He moves closer, unable to tear his eyes away from her.“You’re really leaving tomorrow?” His voice cracks slightly, betraying the calm he’s trying to hold onto.Nyx sighs softly, turning to face him. Her eyes carry the same weight, reflecting the difficult decision. “I have to, Lorenzo. My pack... they need me. I can’t stay away any longer.”“But I need you too.” Lorenzo steps forward, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His touch lingers longer than necessary, as if he’s memorizing the feel of her skin. “What about us?”“I wish I could stay forever,” Nyx whispers, looking up into his eyes. “But I can’t abandon them. I’m their Alphaess.”Lorenzo swallows hard, his jaw tensing. He pulls her gently into his arms, his lips pressing softly against her forehe

I sit in my den, staring into the crackling fire, the warmth doing little to ease the unease growing inside me. It’s been days since Nyx left, but her presence still lingers, like a shadow that refuses to fade. I sigh, standing up to distract myself, but nothing seems to help.My thoughts wander to the basement, a part of my den I rarely visit. Old family items, relics, and forgotten memories are stored there, untouched for years. It’s a place tied to our history—a history I’ve never cared much to explore. But something pushes me toward it now, as though a part of me knows there’s something I need to see.The stairs creak as I descend, the air becoming cooler and heavier with each step. Dust swirls in the faint light that filters through a small window, and I can smell the dampness clinging to the old stone walls. My boots echo in the empty space, my fingers brushing along forgotten shelves and boxes as I search for... something.Then I see it. An old leather-bound book, sitting alone