Mated To The Twin Alphas

24: The Goddess’s Daughter

When I woke, the world was silent — not empty, but full of breath.

Silver light wrapped around me like mist, soft and endless. My body no longer ached. My heartbeat no longer echoed. Yet I existed — everywhere and nowhere at once.

I was no longer Selene the Luna.

I was Selene the Moon’s daughter.

I stood at the edge of a high ridge overlooking the valley. The forests were whole again, the rivers running clear beneath the dawn light. The ruins had vanished, replaced by wildflowers that glowed faintly with moonlight. Peace — a fragile, beautiful peace — had returned.

But the world no longer saw me.

Down below, I could see them — Damon and Darius — standing before the rebuilt packhouse. The twin Alphas, alive but changed.

Damon’s gold aura was dimmer now, more tempered, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders. His once sharp confidence had softened into something steadier, quieter. His eyes — always full of light — now carried a shadow of grief.

And Darius…

He no longer hid in the dark. His power had settled into balance, neither shadow nor flame but something in between. He looked up at the sky often, as if searching for someone he could no longer touch.

I reached out instinctively — and to my surprise, a shimmer of light rippled through the air. My touch reached him, faint and cold, like the brush of a breeze. He froze, looking up. For one impossible moment, our eyes met — his dark, mine glowing like the moon.

“Selene?” he whispered, his voice trembling.

But before he could speak again, the light broke apart, fading from his grasp.

I stumbled back, clutching my chest. The bond wasn’t gone — only changed. The Goddess’s power still flowed through me, but I was no longer bound by flesh. I could see them, feel them, but never truly reach them.

A voice stirred behind me — gentle, knowing.

“You understand now,” said the Moon Goddess.

I turned. She stood there, radiant but weary, her eyes soft with both sorrow and pride. “You became what even I could not — balance.”

“I saved them,” I said quietly. “But I lost everything.”

She smiled faintly. “You lost nothing that cannot be found again. Mortals call it loss; divinity calls it transformation.”

I swallowed, glancing back toward the valley. “Can they hear me?”

“When their hearts remember you,” she said. “Dreams are the language between your worlds now. You will guide them from beyond — a Luna who rules not the pack, but the sky.”

Her hand touched my forehead, and warmth spread through me. “You are the first of a new kind — the bridge between light and shadow, love and fate. My daughter in truth.”

The words echoed through me, filling the emptiness with a quiet, endless calm.

Below, Damon raised his head. He stood beside Darius, their differences finally gone. Together, they looked up at the glowing moon — at me.

And as the first light of dawn touched their faces, I whispered a promise that carried through the wind:

“I am here. Always.”

The air shimmered with starlight. Two wolves howled in unison — one golden, one black — their voices meeting at the horizon like twin heartbeats.

And far above them, the moon pulsed once, bright and alive.

The balance held.

The love endured.

And the legend of the Luna of Shadow and Light began.