WARNING! CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT Prophecy Claimed Alexa's Pov)
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“Long enough to know you were dreaming of her again.”
“Her?”
“The White Wolf.” He lifted his gaze. Moonlight caught the silver scar running through his left brow—souvenir from a war long before me. “She’s calling you louder every night.”
I pulled my knees to my chest. “She said… she said love is the only thing that can break the curse.”
Zyrus went deathly still.
For several heartbeats the only sound was my ragged breathing and the faint tick of cooling stone.
Then, very quietly: “She would say that.”
“You know her?”
“I know what she wants.” He stood. Slowly. Like moving hurt. “And I know what it will cost if she gets it too soon.”
I scrambled to my feet. “Then tell me. Please. Whatever this prophecy is—whatever she’s waking inside me—let me face it with you. Not behind your back.”
He crossed the room in three strides.
Stopped inches away.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I did.
His eyes were molten now—gray turned liquid silver.
“If I tell you everything,” he said, voice barely audible, “and you believe me… if you see how much—” He stopped. Jaw flexed. “If you realize how deeply I—”
Another stop.
He swallowed hard.
“You’ll die,” he finished. “The prophecy is very clear on that part.”
My stomach dropped through the floor.
“That’s why you’ve been so cold,” I whispered. “Not because you don’t feel it. Because you feel it too much.”
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
The truth lived in every trembling line of his body.
I reached up—slowly—cupped his jaw.
His eyes fluttered closed at the contact.
“I’m not afraid of dying for you,” I said softly. “I’m afraid of living without ever really having you.”
A sound ripped out of him—half growl, half sob.
Then his arms were around me, crushing me to his chest so tightly I couldn’t breathe.
“I won’t let that happen,” he vowed against my hair. “I’ll keep you alive. Even if it means you hate me forever.”
I fisted his tunic. “I could never hate you.”
He laughed—low, bitter, wrecked. “Give it time, little moon.”
He kissed my temple—once, lingering—then released me.
“Try to sleep,” he murmured. “Tomorrow the elders arrive. They’re already whispering about Margaux’s child. About legitimacy. About whether the White Luna is truly awakening… or simply going mad.”
My blood chilled.
“They think I’m unstable?”
“They think anything that threatens their power is unstable.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “And right now, you threaten everything.”
He turned to leave again.
“Zyrus.”
He paused at the threshold.
“Don’t lock me out tonight,” I said. Voice small. “Please. Just… stay.”
For a long moment he didn’t move.
Then, quietly: “If I stay… I won’t be able to stop myself.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“Then don’t.”
He exhaled—shaky.
Closed the door.
Locked it.
And when he turned back to me, the leash on his control was visibly fraying.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he warned, already stalking forward.
I lifted my chin. “I’ve been waiting for you to lose control since the day we said vows.”
Something feral flashed in his eyes.
He reached me in a heartbeat.
Lifted me clean off the floor—legs wrapping instinctively around his waist—and carried me to the massive bed we’d barely shared since the wedding night Margaux ruined.
He didn’t bother with gentleness tonight.
Didn’t bother with slow undressing.
He tore my silk nightgown down the front with one sharp yank—fabric ripping like paper.
Cool air hit my skin.
His mouth followed—hot, open, claiming.
Collarbone. Breast. n****e.
I arched, crying out.
He growled against my skin—pure Alpha satisfaction.
“Mine,” he snarled between bites. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped. “Always yours.”
He flipped me onto my stomach—fast, possessive—yanked my hips up.
One hand fisted my hair—gentle enough not to hurt, hard enough to remind me who held the reins.
The other slid between my thighs—found me soaked, ready, desperate.
“f**k,” he hissed. “So wet for your cruel mate.”
I pushed back against his fingers. “Please—”
He didn’t make me beg long.
He thrust into me in one brutal stroke—deep, thick, stretching me until stars burst behind my eyelids.
I screamed his name.
He set a punishing rhythm—each snap of his hips driving deeper, claiming harder, owning every inch.
His teeth sank into the curve of my shoulder—not breaking skin, but marking.
“Feel that?” he growled against the bite. “That’s me inside you. Always. No one else. Never anyone else.”
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes—not pain. Overwhelm. Love so fierce it hurt.
“I love you,” I sobbed. “I love you so much it’s killing me.”
He froze—mid-thrust—body shaking.
For one suspended second I thought the curse would strike—thought lightning would split the sky and take me.
But nothing happened.
Only his ragged breathing against my neck.
Only his arms banding around me like iron.
“I know,” he whispered—voice cracked open. “Gods help me… I know.”
Then he moved again—slower now. Deeper. More deliberate.
Every stroke felt like worship.
Every groan like confession.
When we shattered—together, violently, perfectly—he buried his face in my hair and held me so tightly I felt his heartbeat sync with mine.
For several long minutes we simply existed—sweat-slick, trembling, tangled.
Then he rolled us so I lay draped across his chest.
His fingers traced lazy circles on my spine.
“Tell me about the dream,” he murmured eventually.
I swallowed. “The white wolf… she said love breaks the curse.”
He tensed beneath me.
“But she also said they fear what I’ll become.” I lifted my head. “Who’s ‘they’?”
Zyrus stared at the canopy overhead for a long time.
When he finally spoke, his voice was barely audible.
“The ones who wrote the prophecy in the first place.”
My blood turned to ice.
“Who are they?”
He closed his eyes.
“The Moon Goddess… and the thirteen Alphas who swore to keep her power contained. Forever.”
Horror crawled up my throat.
“You’re saying the elders—the same ones coming tomorrow—know about this curse?”
His grip on me tightened.
“Some of them helped create it.”
Silence crashed down like a guillotine.
I stared at his profile—beautiful, brutal, haunted.
“Then why are you protecting me from them?” I whispered.
He turned his head. Met my gaze.
“Because I broke their oath the moment I looked at you and realized I would burn the entire world before I let them take you from me.”
My heart cracked wide open.
And in that moment—curled against the most feared Alpha in history—I understood the real curse wasn’t fate.
It was love so consuming it could destroy gods.
I pressed my lips to the scar above his heart.
“Then let them come tomorrow,” I said softly. “Let them see what happens when they try to cage what’s already free.”
A ghost of a smile touched his mouth—dangerous, beautiful, utterly Zyrus.
“Careful what you wish for, little moon.”
I smiled back—shaky, reckless, in love.
“I already did.”
He kissed me again—slow, lingering, possessive.
And right before sleep dragged us both under, he whispered against my lips:
“They’re going to regret ever writing that f*****g prophecy.”
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