Romance

  Aurora&#39;s Perspective
  My name is Aurora. I’m eighteen, the so-called ‘princess’ of the Moonlight Pack—at least, that’s what everyone around me seems to think. God, listen to that title. How ridiculous.
  At eighteen, my life should be full of college parties, road trips, and hilariously bad hookups. Not trapped in this massive, cold mansion of glass and stone, saddled with family duty, having awkward weekly dinners with some other pack’s ‘promising young heir.’
  Ethan, my father, Alpha of one of the largest werewolf packs in the state. He’s as steady and unyielding as a glacier. The love in his eyes when he looks at me feels… heavy, like a mountain about to crush my shoulders.
  Lily, my mother, once a livewire, now the picture of elegant grace as the pack&#39;s Luna. But her nagging has only gotten stronger—endless lectures on ‘poise,’ ‘duty,’ and ‘suitable matches.’
  Then ther

  Brett&#39;s POV
  He didn&#39;t move.
  That ragged-looking wolf, curled in the corner, just stared at me for the long seconds after I was shoved in and the heavy door clanged shut. Utterly still, like a wild animal assessing a threat or an opportunity, radiating a clear &#39;don&#39;t mess with me&#39; vibe. I froze by the door, the loose chain of the single remaining cuff on my wrist swaying slightly with my uneven breaths, tinking softly against the metal.
  Time crawled through the stale air. My palms were slick with sweat, but strangely, the instinctive tremor I’d feel facing an enemy was absent. His scent was complex—dust, old blood, cheap tobacco, and something… bitter. But it held no focused, tearing-me-apart malice.
  Finally, he shifted. Not an attack, just adjusting into a slightly less cramped position against the cold wall. Those eyes, gleaming faintly with a tawny-gold ti

  Celena&#39;s Perspective
  After getting married, life became so simple that I sometimes forgot I was a werewolf.
  I’m not joking. I’d wake in the morning, usually to find Jacob already up—either making breakfast or back from an early patrol, smelling of dew and pine needles. Rubbing my eyes, I’d shuffle into the kitchen. He’d turn from the stove with a lazy, morning-only smile. “Sleep well, love?” Then he’d hand me a mug of coffee, always the perfect temperature, with double sugar and milk. He still teased me about my childish sweet tooth, but he never forgot.
  We’d eat breakfast together, listening to Lily chatter about some “earth-shattering” new mischief Aurora had gotten into, or the twins complain about an uncooperative family on the patrol route.
  Sunlight streamed through the kitchen’s checkered windows, pooling on the wooden table and making the honey jar gleam.
  During th

Aurora&#39;s Perspective
  My name is Aurora. I’m eighteen, the so-called ‘princess’ of the Moonlight Pack—at least, that’s what everyone around me seems to think. God, listen to that title. How ridiculous.
  At eighteen, my life should be full of college parties, road trips, and hilariously bad hookups. Not trapped in this massive, cold mansion of glass and stone, saddled with family duty, having awkward weekly dinners with some other pack’s ‘promising young heir.’
  Ethan, my father, Alpha of one of the largest werewolf packs in the state. He’s as steady and unyielding as a glacier. The love in his eyes when he looks at me feels… heavy, like a mountain about to crush my shoulders.
  Lily, my mother, once a livewire, now the picture of elegant grace as the pack&#39;s Luna. But her nagging has only gotten stronger—endless lectures on ‘poise,’ ‘duty,’ and ‘suitable matches.’
  Then there’s my brother, Lex. Sixteen, the future Alpha-in-training. He’s deep in that insufferable teenag

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