KYLE POV
Tomorrow, our mate would officially become our Luna, and finally, the worst three weeks of my life would end. I couldn’t bear being without her anymore. I just wanted—needed—her glued to my side.
She was mine.
My Luna.
My kitten.
The mother of my pup.
Okay.
Not just mine—ours. And that wasn’t something we struggled with. It was something we breathed.
From the moment the bond snapped into place, we all knew exactly what she was—and that we’d give up anything, everything, to make sure she never felt an ounce of doubt, pain, or fear again. We’d been raised to lead, to protect, to dominate in a fight—but nothing prepared us for what it meant to be bound to her.
She was the center of our gravity.
The reason our wolves settled at night.
The reason we didn’t tear the f*****g w
