White Awakening)(Alexa’s POV)
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“Get on your knees.”
The command ripped out of me before I even realized my mouth had moved.
It wasn’t a request.
It wasn’t even really my voice—not the soft, hesitant one I’d used for twenty-three years.
This was deeper. Older. Moon-made.
Every warrior in the courtyard—twenty-seven of them, armored, armed, sent by the Council to “escort” the unstable White Luna to containment—dropped like marionettes with cut strings.
Knees cracked against frozen stone.
Helmets clattered.
Swords rang as hilts hit ground.
Silence so thick it hurt.
Zyrus stood three paces to my left—still in skin, chest heaving from the sprint back from the forest, black hair wild, eyes blazing pure liquid silver.
He wasn’t looking at them.
He was looking at me.
Like I’d just become the most dangerous and most sacred thing he’d ever seen.
I took one step forward on bare feet that no longer felt cold.
The shift hadn’t fully reversed.
My canines were still too long.
My nails curved black.
White fur shimmered along my forearms like frost under moonlight.
And the power—
Gods, the power.
It hummed in my veins like starlight turned to electricity. Every heartbeat sent ripples outward—through the stone, through the air, through the wolves now prostrate before me.
One of the Council enforcers—older, grizzled, sigil of the Ironfang pack on his breastplate—lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze.
His voice shook. “Luna… what are you?”
I tilted my head.
Felt the white wolf inside me smile with my mouth.
“I’m exactly what your prophecy warned you about.”
A low growl rolled from Zyrus—pride so thick it vibrated the flagstones.
The enforcer swallowed. “The Council demands—”
“The Council,” I cut in, voice carrying without effort, “can come collect their demands in person. Until then—” I lifted one hand. White light flared along my fingertips. “—kneel. And stay.”
Every single wolf—enforcer, guard, even the two stable boys who’d wandered too close—pressed foreheads to stone.
I felt it then—the ripple spreading.
Not just this courtyard.
Territories away.
Pack links humming.
Alphas waking in their beds with cold sweat, hearts slamming, knowing something ancient had just woken up and looked their direction.
Zyrus stepped closer—slow, reverent.
His hand hovered near my elbow—didn’t quite touch.
“Little moon…” His voice cracked. “You’re glowing.”
I glanced down.
He was right.
Faint white luminescence pulsed under my skin—veins lit like moonlight trapped in glass.
I laughed—shaky, exhilarated, terrified.
“I feel like I could break the sky.”
His pupils dilated until the silver almost disappeared.
“You might.”
He reached out—finally—cupped my cheek.
The moment his palm met my skin the glow flared brighter—then softened, curling around his fingers like it recognized him.
His breath hitched.
“Alexa…”
I turned into his touch—nuzzling his palm the way my wolf wanted.
“Take me somewhere quiet,” I whispered. “Before I accidentally command the entire palace to kneel.”
His laugh was low, rough, wrecked.
He scooped me up—bridal carry—my legs dangling over his forearm, my arms looping his neck.
The enforcers didn’t move.
They couldn’t.
He carried me through the arched gateway, past the frozen sentries, down shadowed corridors lit only by wall sconces.
Every wolf we passed dropped instantly—knees, foreheads, submission so automatic it felt like gravity had changed direction.
Zyrus didn’t speak.
He just walked—steady, purposeful—until we reached the oldest part of the keep: the glass-domed observatory that had been sealed since his grandfather’s reign.
Moonlight poured through the crystal ceiling like liquid silver.
He kicked the door shut.
Bolted it.
Set me on my feet in the center of the room—under the widest pool of moonlight.
Then stepped back.
Looked.
Really looked.
“You’re shaking,” he said softly.
“So are you.”
He exhaled—harsh.
“I’ve never been more terrified in my life.”
I stepped toward him—slow.
“Why?”
“Because I can feel it.” He pressed his fist over his heart. “The curse screaming. Telling me if I say the words burning my throat right now… you die.”
My own heart stuttered.
“Then don’t say them.”
His eyes squeezed shut—pain carved deep.
“I have to touch you,” he rasped. “Right now. Or I’ll lose my mind.”
I closed the last step—pressed my glowing palms to his chest.
The white light sank into his skin—absorbed—then flared back brighter.
He groaned—low, broken.
Then his control snapped.
He grabbed me—lifted—my back hit the smooth marble pillar behind me.
Legs wrapped his waist on instinct.
His mouth crashed down—desperate, devouring—teeth nipping, tongue claiming.
I kissed him back just as hard—fingers knotting in his hair, pulling until he growled into my mouth.
He tore my ruined shift off in one motion—cool air kissing skin—then his hands were everywhere—possessive, reverent, shaking.
“Mine,” he snarled against my throat. “My mate. My moon. My f*****g everything.”
I arched—offering—claws lightly scoring his shoulders.
“Yours,” I gasped. “Always yours.”
He shoved his leathers down just enough—hot, thick length pressing against me.
No teasing tonight.
No slow build.
He thrust—deep, hard, claiming—burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
We both cried out—sound echoing off glass and stone.
He stilled—forehead pressed to mine—breathing ragged.
“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s me inside you. Always. No curse can take that away.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks.
He licked them off—slow—then started moving.
Long, rolling thrusts—deep—deliberate—each one dragging over every nerve until I was trembling.
The white glow pulsed brighter with every stroke—wrapping us both—moonlight made flesh.
I met him—hips rolling—claws digging into his back—urging harder, faster.
He obliged—snarling—pace turning brutal, primal.
“Say it again,” he demanded against my ear.
“Yours.”
“Louder.”
“Yours!”
He bit the curve of my shoulder—right over his mark—renewing it as he thrust deeper.
Pleasure coiled tight—white-hot—threatening to shatter me.
“Come for me,” he growled. “Let the moon see who you belong to.”
The command tipped me over.
I shattered—screaming his name—light exploding outward—bending the moonbeams themselves.
He followed—roaring—spilling deep—body shaking with the force of it.
We stayed locked together—panting—glowing—moonlight pooling around us like liquid.
He kissed me slow—tender—then pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.
“You’re radiant,” he whispered. “And I’m terrified I’ll never be worthy of it.”
I cupped his face—thumb brushing the scar through his brow.
“You already are.”
He closed his eyes—leaned into my touch.
Then—soft—so soft:
“I need to tell you something.”
My heart stopped.
He opened his eyes—wet, shining.
“The curse—”
A sharp crack echoed outside the dome.
Glass shivered.
Zyrus tensed—head snapping toward the sound.
I felt it too—the ripple of foreign power.
Someone was here.
Someone who wasn’t kneeling.
Zyrus eased out of me—slow—careful—set me on my feet.
Grabbed his discarded cloak—wrapped it around my shoulders.
Then stepped in front—body shielding mine—fangs descending.
“Stay behind me,” he growled.
I pressed my palm to his back—white light flaring along my arm.
“Together,” I reminded him.
He glanced back—eyes fierce, proud, in love.
“Together.”
The dome doors exploded inward—shards flying.
A figure stepped through the dust—hooded, cloaked, power rolling off them in waves.
Not Margaux.
Not an elder.
Someone older.
Someone whose presence made the moonlight flicker.
The hood fell back.
Veyra.
Blind eyes glowing pale violet.
Voice like dry leaves.
“The White Wolf has risen.”
She smiled—slow, cruel.
“Now let’s see if she survives what comes next.”
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