Amara's POV
“Hail the King Lycan!” Theo roars.
“Hail the Luna!” echoed the pack.
Their howls rise again, louder, shaking the entire hall as they celebrating our kiss. I’m not sure whether this is some ancient Lycan ritual or just drunken mess. And yet, despite everything — the passion, the hunger, the way his touch set fire to my soul— our bond mating still refused to complete itself.
The thought alone make my heart ache. How can something feel so right but still remain unfinished?
“Amy… you seem troubled tonight.”
Lucian aware, even I tries hide the disturbing thought with fake smile, he somehow knew.
“Let’s leave these noisy Lycans behind.”
Lucian’s voice gentler than usual—coaxing instead of commanding. His hand pulled me away. We slip out of the grand dining hal, ignoring the
