All Chapters of Why the moon roars: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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,"

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

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

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

Cyrus POV.I finally gathered the courage to open the door, stepping quietly into the room. Baekalis was still lying in bed, her back to the door, the blankets pulled up around her like a shield against the world. I could hear her breathing, slow and steady, but there was a fragility to it that made my chest tighten. She was barely holding on, and I knew that leaving her now might be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do.“Baekalis,” I whispered, unsure if she was awake or asleep. Her stillness gave me no answer, but I continued, needing to say the words even if she couldn’t hear them. “I’m going to find them. I’m going to bring our babies back, I promise you. Please, hold on. Just hold on a little longer. I need you… I need you to be here when I get back.”There was no response, no movement, just the quiet rise and fall of her breathing. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to reassure her somehow, but I was afraid. Afraid that my touch would break her further, or worse, that she wou