Ivy’s POV
The soft sound of drums echoed through the large hall.
I stood at the center, holding my baby boy in my arms. The room was filled with pack members—men and women, young and old. Everyone had gathered for this moment. The naming ceremony of the Alpha’s son. And my Luna crowning.
My heart beat fast, but it wasn’t from fear.
It was from the weight of it all—the meaning, the beauty, the love.
Leon stood beside me, tall and proud. His hand touched the small of my back. His eyes were only on me and the baby.
This time, I wasn’t standing here as a prisoner.
I was standing here as his mate.
His wife.
The mother of his child.
And the Luna of this pack.
The room was lit with silver candles. The smell of roses filled the air. Everyone wore their finest. The warriors had polished
