Voren was straight-up disgusted by how bold Ravyn was being, but he shoved that feeling down deep before it could show on his face. Getting pissed off right now wouldn’t do a damn thing.
The Moon Festival was just two weeks away, and he’d already made up his mind about where his focus needed to be. There were way bigger things on the horizon, stuff that actually mattered, and he wasn’t about to waste his energy on someone like Ravyn.
All he needed was a little more patience.
Pretty soon, Seraphine would be wearing his ring. Once she officially became his wife, all the secrets would come spilling out into the open.
Every lie would get dragged into the light, and every person who’d ever looked down on her would finally have to deal with the truth. When that day came, he planned to make sure the entire werewolf world saw exactly who Seraphine really was.
He was going to give her the most incredible Luna coronation any pack had ever witnessed. Every Alpha who’d mocked her, every Luna who’d whispered behind her back, and every pack member who’d treated her like she was beneath them would be forced to stand there and watch as she took her rightful place beside him.
No one would ever dare disrespect her again. No one would ever make her feel unwanted.
The call finally ended, leaving a thick silence hanging in the room.
Voren set his phone down and turned toward Seraphine. Guilt flashed across his face as he remembered everything she’d just been forced to listen to. "I’m sorry you had to hear all that, but I’m not going to let you help that pack anymore."
The heavy tension that had filled the space between them eased up almost right away. Seraphine gave him a soft smile and moved closer, sliding her arms around his waist.
Her body melted against his like it belonged there, her bare skin warm against his chest as she rested her cheek right over his heart. The steady beat of it wrapped around her like the coziest blanket, giving her comfort she hadn’t even known she was missing.
"Thank you for being on my side, Voren," she said, her voice full of real sincerity.
That honesty made his chest tighten. She lifted her head a little and looked up at him, her eyes so vulnerable that he couldn’t have looked away even if he tried.
"I know it probably sounds kinda silly," she continued, "but after everything that’s happened, I’d rather spend my time collecting friends than enemies." A quiet laugh slipped out of her, even though sadness lingered underneath it. "The moon goddess knows I’ve had more than enough enemies for one lifetime."
Voren’s arms tightened around her without him even thinking about it. Seraphine understood the harsh realities of pack life better than most people ever could.
Even the Lunas who secretly supported her would never openly go against their own Alphas. Most of them would stay quiet, choosing loyalty to their husbands over standing up for what they believed in.
That was one of the main reasons she’d always tried to avoid festivals whenever she could. Why walk straight into a situation where she knew she’d be judged? Why spend hours pretending the whispers didn’t cut deep? Why force herself to smile while people looked down on her?
But things felt different now. For the first time in years, she wasn’t staring at the future with dread weighing her down. For the first time in years, she was letting herself truly hope.


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