Nova’s POV
The fire inside me raged like a storm. Not the unbearable ache of my first heat, but something far deeper—older. As though the Moon herself had set me alight. Max’s touch was the only thing grounding me, his presence the only balm against the fever scorching through my veins.
His hands trembled as they brushed my cheek, his golden eyes filled with reverence and restraint. “You’re sure?” he whispered, voice husky, his Lycan barely contained beneath the surface.
I nodded, my voice stolen by the weight of what we both knew was coming. This wasn’t just instinct. This was fate answering its call.
When our lips met, the world silenced.
It was more than a kiss—it was a vow etched in fire and breath. Every touch after that sparked with energy neither of us fully understood. Our ski
