Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Nathan’s POV

“Emily… where is his mark?”

The words hung in the air. Even Marcus stopped messing around.

Emily blinked at me, her head tilting. “What?”

I leaned closer, my hands shaking as I gently pushed her hair back from her neck.

Nothing.

There was no trace of Declan anywhere on her skin. It looked completely untouched, smooth and flawless. Like he rogue had never even existed.

Emily’s eyes widened as she felt my fingers tracing her bare skin.

“…It’s gone.”

Marcus swore quietly behind me, and Poppy gasped. Even Doctor Reed paused, a bloody towel in his hand.

I couldn’t move. For the longest time, that mark had been a ghost in our home.

It was there every time I kissed her, every time I held her close–a constant reminder of what had been forced on her. And now–there was nothing.

Emily slowly lifted her own hand, her fingers hovering over mine.

“I burned it out,” she whispered. “I burned every trace of the rogues from my body back during the Blood Moon.”

“But… how?” I asked.

“I just did it. I want to control my own destiny, not some rogue,” she said, her eyes flashing with defiance. “The ates… the priestesses said that the Moon Goddess-”

“They were all wrong,” she interrupted firmly.

Asher–knowing we would have puppies–stirred within the bond, a powerful surge of hope rising up inside me.

Emily looked up at me, her eyes bright and swimming with tears. “Nathan…”

I didn’t let her finish. I pulled her to me and kissed her, deeply, with a desperate need to make sure this wasn’t a dream. That she was really here, free.

Emily caught her fingers in my shirt, anchoring herself to me, kissing me back just as fiercely. The rest of the oom faded into the background.

“Well,” Marcus muttered somewhere behind us. “Good for them,”

“What? They started it.”

I barely heard them. My entire world narrowed down to the woman in my arms. The warmth of her lips, her hands holding onto me, her heartbeat matching mire perfectly. She was mine. Fully, completely mine now. No rogue magic, no curse. Just us.

When I finally pulled back, Emily’s breath was warm against my face, her forehead resting against mine.

She had become a part of every thought, every instinct, every single future I envisioned for myself. We were two parts of the same soul.

Emily tilted her head up, her eyes crinkling. “You’re thinking too loudly again.”

Marcus groaned dramatically from the door. “They’re doing the creepy mate–link thing again.”

Emily laughed softly into my shirt, and hearing that sound after everything we had survived felt like finally

catching my breath after being underwater.

Behind us, Doctor Reed gently examined the babies Beatrice one last time.

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