Chapter 21
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Third person’s POV
Nolan had just stepped into the training hall, unaware of the storm that was about to hit him.
Mira was finishing her sparring session, sweat glistening on her arms, braid swinging like a whip. Her wolf had been restless all afternoon, but nothing had prepared her for this surge of energy.
Then she smelled it.
Mate.
A sharp, searing pull tore through her chest, straight to her wolf, and her eyes snapped to Nolan. His aura, calm and disciplined moments ago, now hummed in perfect resonance with hers.
Her wolf roared internally, claws scratching against the walls of her mind
Claim him. Mark him. Attack.
Mira didn’t hesitate.
Before Nolan could react, she launched at him like a predator, every movement a blur.
Her foot caught the floor, propelling her forward with impossible speed.
Her hands gripped her staff, twisting it in midair to strike with precision.
Her eyes blazed, golden-flecked with wolfish fire.
“You’re mine!” she hissed, voice low, fierce, and trembling with raw instinct.
Nolan barely had time to raise his arms. Her first strike slammed into his chest with a force that knocked him backward. He stumbled but didn’t fall, his wolf recognized the bond immediately, anchoring him to the ground.
A spinning kick aimed for his shoulder, a swipe of her staff at his torso and a sudden pounce, fingers reaching for his throat.
He caught her wrist just in time, but the energy between them pulsed like a storm. Every strike, every move she made was fueled by the mate bond, fierce, urgent, and impossible to resist.
Nolan’s heart pounded. It was not from fear, but from the undeniable, electric pull running through his veins.
“Your wolf… it’s mine too,” she growled, teeth bared, eyes glowing brighter.
Her next move was bold, direct, and chaotic, she aimed a sweeping leg kick to knock him off balance but Nolan caught it, twisting with her momentum. Both tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs, breathless and wide-eyed, the energy between them crackling and snapping.
Then something incredible happened:
Her wolf whispered again, urgent, insistent.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Mira froze mid-motion, staring at him with a mixture of shock, awe, and disbelief. Her hands, still gripping his shoulders, trembled slightly.
“You… you’re my mate,” she said finally, voice breaking, almost a whisper.
Nolan exhaled slowly. “Yes. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Mira’s wolf howled silently in delight, but her pride flared, and instinctively, she shoved him off her. Not out of anger, but because she didn’t know how else to handle the overwhelming intensity of realizing her fated mate was standing right in front of her.
Nolan sat up, brushing the dust off his uniform, calm but with a rare spark of amusement.
“You didn’t exactly welcome me gently,” he said dryly.
Mira’s cheeks flushed crimson. She grabbed her staff, pressed it to the floor, and spun on her heel.
“I am a princess… a warrior… I don’t do gentle.”
Her wolf purred, content.
Nolan shook his head, smiling faintly.
“And yet… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The air between them crackled with raw power, tension, and undeniable bond. From that moment on, nothing would ever be ordinary.
Mira didn’t accept the bond blindly.
She made Nolan earn her trust, respect, and affection.
And Nolan never once ran from her fire.
They fought side by side.
Trained together.
Sparred until sunset.
Argued about strategy like equals.
And slowly, Mira let him into the softer parts of her heart.
Caspian found out a week later when Nolan finally told him.
Caspian had laughed and said
“If anyone can handle Mira, it’s you, Nolan.
And if you hurt her, I’ll break your legs.”
Nolan had replied, smirking,
“I wouldn’t survive one minute if I tried.”
soon they marked each other and now they have 2 boys, Kael and Darian. Kael the first son is 6 years old and Darian is 3 years old.
Astrid’s POV
“So that was how they met, tho they had met briefly when we were kids, but we weren’t up to 18 then so they had no idea they were mates.”
I stared at Caspian after he finished telling me the story, how Mira and Nolan met, how the mate bond snapped into place in the middle of the training hall, how she threatened him first, and how Nolan just stood there like a loyal soldier being struck by lightning.
I blinked once.
Then twice.
Finally, I said what my brain settled on.
“…Your sister attacked her mate the moment she met him?”
Caspian burst out laughing. Loud, rich, and amused enough to fill the room.
“It wasn’t an attack,” he corrected, though his eyes were sparkling. “More like… an aggressive welcome.”
“Aggressive welcome?” I echoed. “She slammed him into a wall.”
“Yes,” he admitted proudly. “But with excellent technique.”
I shook my head at him.
Lycan royalty was truly insane.
“And Nolan still wanted her after that?” I asked.
Caspian grinned. “Nolan would have followed her off a cliff that same day.”
My eyes widened.
“That’s… really romantic. And a little scary.”
Caspian moved closer, brushing his knuckles lightly along my cheek.
His voice softened, deepened.
“Love isn’t always gentle, Astrid. Sometimes it’s fierce. Sometimes it’s loud. Sometimes it hits you like a punch to the chest.”
His gaze lowered to my lips.
“And sometimes… it’s quiet. It sneaks up on you. Soft. Certain.”
Heat spread through my chest.
I swallowed. “And how was it for you? When you met me?”
His expression changed completely, it was gentle, reverent, almost humbled.
“For me,” he murmured, “it was everything at once. A quiet storm. A burning certainty. A pull so strong it made every instinct I had bow before it.”
His hand slid to my waist.
“My wolf whispered ‘mate’ the moment I saw you. But my heart…”
He paused, leaning his forehead against mine.
“My heart recognized you even before my wolf did.”
My breath caught.
Suddenly I wasn’t thinking about Mira slamming Nolan into a wall or Nolan letting her.
I wasn’t thinking about their chaotic, beautiful bond.
I was thinking about mine.
About his eyes when he looked at me.
About the way my wolf reached for him even when I tried not to feel it.
I whispered, “So you’re saying Nolan and Mira had the violent, dramatic mate bond… and we have the quiet… soul-deep kind?”
Caspian’s lips curved into a soft, devastating smile.
“Yes. You’re my calm. My anchor. My beginning.”
My chest tightened so deeply it almost hurt.
Then I muttered under my breath, “Thank the moon goddess you didn’t tackle me like your sister tackled Nolan.”
Caspian laughed again, his strong arms pulling me against him as if he couldn’t help it.
“No,” he said softly. “I only ever wanted to hold you. Never hurt you.”
He kissed the side of my head.
“And I never will.”
My entire body warmed… and for the first time, I understood Mira and Nolan perfectly.
Love could be wild or gentle.
Explosive or quiet.
But real love, true, fated, unbreakable felt like this.
I leaned into him.
“I’m glad it was you,” I whispered.
Caspian’s breathing stilled for a heartbeat.
Then his arms wrapped around me tighter.
“And I’m glad it was you, Astrid. Always.”
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