Luna Selene’s fingers trembled as she cupped Ava’s face, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and grief.
“You are mine,” she whispered, voice raw. “Ava… you are my daughter. My blood. My child.”
Ava’s lips parted, but no words came. She blinked, as if Selene’s words were smoke, something unreal that could vanish at any moment.
“That’s not possible,” Ava managed, her voice cracking. Her head shook slowly, as though denying the truth would make it disappear.
Alpha Garry stood frozen. His sharp eyes, usually hard as steel, softened as he looked at her—really looked. He reached forward, his voice thick. “No wonder…” He gave a broken laugh. “No wonder I always felt something familiar. That resemblance—your eyes, your chin—I thought it was a trick of the mind. But it wasn’t. You are ours.”
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