Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Nathan’s POV

The Ceremony Hall went still the moment she appeared.

Emily looked breathtaking.

The red dress clung to her like liquid fire under the moonlight. She looked dangerous. Royal.

“Mine.” Asher practically purred in the back of my mind. “Our Queen.”

Watching her walk toward me made my heart hammer against my ribs.

Thousands of wolves surrounded us tonight–Alphas, Elders, Priestesses. Every major pack had gathered beneath he full moon to witness this ceremony. To witness her and me.

None of them could look away. Good. Let them look. Let them understand exactly who was standing beside me.

Emily’s eyes lifted to mine as she approached the altar. For a second, the rest of the world just vanished. No jacks, no politics, no crowns. Just her. My beautiful little wolf.

She stepped closer, and her scent hit me. As always, wonderful strawberries. It smelled like home.

Asher surged so hard inside me that I almost lost control of my aura.

“We will mark her tonight,” I promised him, “and confess our love.”

“Why can’t we tell her that right now at the ceremony? Asher asked impatiently.

A small smile almost pulled at my mouth. Because I want her to remember every second of it.

My wolf went quiet, satisfied for once. I watched Emily step onto the dais beside me.

Her dress brushed against my leg–a soft, fleeting touch that nearly stole my sanity.

I leaned in, my voice so low only she could hear. “You look dangerous tonight.”

She let out a small, shaky breath. “That doesn’t sound very reassuring.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. Seeing that tiny smile loosened the tension in my body. She was nervous–1 could feel it through the bond. The fear, the pressure, the anticipation. But beneath all of that was trust.

She trusted me to carry her through this. And Goddess help me, I would burn kingdoms to the ground before I ailed her tonight.

The High Priestess, Asta, lifted her silver dagger toward the full moon.

“The ceremony begins.”

I reached for Emily’s hand instantly–her skin was warm and soft, but I could feel the slight tremor in her fingers.

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She squeezed my hand back, her fingers locking with mine. The priestesses began to chant in the ancient tongue, their voices rising and falling with the rhythm.

Then, they brought the ceremonial dagger forward. It was ancient silver, etched with moon runes that seemed to pulse. This was the same blade that had defined generations of Kings and Queens.

The High Priestess looked from me to Emily. “Blood binds the soul. The soul binds the packs.”

The silver stung as the High Priestess drew the blade across my palm. I watched my blood drip onto the sacred

stone at our feet, dark and heavy.

Then, she cut Emily’s hand.

The Priestess took our hands and pressed them palm–to–palm.

Her eyes met mine for a split second before our hands clasped together. The moment our blood touched, power exploded through the bond.

Emily let out a choked sound, her body jolting. I caught her immediately as the pack link slammed into her mind. Thousands of wolves, thousands of raw emotions, and thousands of minds were suddenly crashing into hers all at

>nce.

I felt it all, just as I finally heard her thoughts.

And finally, I heard her wolf.

“Hello, Nyx,” I greeted.

“Hello, sexy,” she replied. And I realized we were going to have fun with her; she was just as reckless as my wolf,

Asher.

“Easy,” I whispered against Emily’s ear, my arm sliding around her waist to hold her up. “Don’t fight it. Let it in.”

The High Priestess stepped forward, her fingers dipped in sacred oil that glowed silver in the moonlight. She ressed the crescent symbol onto Emily’s forehead.

And then, it happened.

The rune beneath Emily’s collarbone ignited. A light burst from beneath her skin, so bright and pure that the volves closest to the dais actually stepped back. A wave of shocked whispers moved through the crowd. Even the

lder Alphas looked stunned.

It was the Luna Mark. It wasn’t just a symbol; it was alive, ancient, and blessed by the Goddess herself.

Emily was shaking in my arms as the pack bond began to roar with voices.

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“The Moon Goddess close her…”

I felt her panic start to spike. Himmediately pressed my forehead against hers, forcing her to focus only on me. “Look at me,” I murmured.

Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and searching.-

“There you are,” I whispered.

The chaos in the bond softened as she found her footing. The High Priestess lifted our joined hands high into the

air, her voice thundering across the attendees.

“Tonight, the Moon Goddess crowns the heart of the packs! Welcome, Alpha King and his Luna Queen!”

The wolves erupted. A deafening roar of howls filled the ceremony hall.

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I still couldn’t believe it.

Half an hour ago, I had become the Luna Queen of the Northern Packs. The words felt too heavy for my head to

hold.

Every time the pack link pulsed, I felt the souls of thousands of wolves connected to mine. It was overwhelming,

beautiful, and terrifying all at once.

Nathan’s hand rested possessively against my back as we stood in the ceremony hall.

One Alpha after another approached us with their Lunas.

Some bowed with real respect; others smiled too wide, their eyes full of curiosity or sharp, green jealousy.

I understood why girls were jealous. Nathan was powerful, feared, and devastatingly handsome. And now, he was

nine.

Nyx practically purred in my mind. Damn right he is.

I tried to keep a straight face. I really did.

Then, a familiar scent hit me, and my entire body went rigid. Alpha Ryan. I would know that smell anywhere-

irrogance, expensive cologne, and a massive ego.

Beside him stood Beatrice. My sister looked perfect, as always. Her makeup, her hair, her posture–everything was flawless, But something felt off.

“Luna Queen,” Ryan said smoothly, bowing his head just enough to be respectful without hurting his pride. “Congratulations.”

Nathan didn’t even bother hiding his disgust. “Alpha Ryan.” His voice was cold enough to freeze a river.

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Beatrice smiled at me. It was toe soft. Too fake.

“Emily, my sister,” she said sweetly. “You look beautiful.”

I studied her. Tonight, her dress flowed loosely around her waist–and even through the fabric, I could see that her stomach had become much more prominent and rounded since the moment I had run away from the pack.

And there was a silver ribbon tied around her throat. Not a necklace–a ribbon.

Then, I heard it. Not only my sister’s heartbeat, but also two additional ones. Tiny. Fast.

“Congratulations on the twins,” I said quietly.

Beatrice blinked, looking bewildered.

Ryan looked actually stunned for once. Beatrice’s hand flew to her stomach.

“Oh,” I murmured. “So the twins were a surprise.”

Nathan made a small sound beside me, like he was choking back a laugh.

Ryan recovered first. “How could you possibly know that?”

I lightly touched the glowing mark on my collarbone. “I can hear them.”

Beatrice turned pale. Not just from the shock. My eyes went back to that silver ribbon. The scent beneath it was

aint, but I caught it.

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