His POV — RYAN
The moment had come.
The pack stood silent, watching, waiting.
But all I saw was her.
Luna—the fierce, wild, broken girl who’d become my mate, my equal, my fire.
I took her hand in mine, voice steady but fierce.
“This is our fight. Our pack. Our future.”
She met my gaze, eyes blazing with everything we’d been through.
Then I pulled her close, lips crushing hers with desperate hunger.
I needed her. Not just tonight, but for every tomorrow.
We shed our doubts with every touch, every kiss, every sigh.
When I claimed her fully—skin, soul, heart—it was more than s*x.
It was a promise.
A forever.
Her POV — LUNA
He was everything I never thought I could have.
Strong. Gentle. Fierce.
When he kissed me, I forgot the past.
Forgot the pain.
Forgot the fear.
All that mattered was now.
Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm—urgent, tender, raw.
Every touch healed a piece of me.
Every gasp bound us tighter.
When we came together, it was like the world exploded—and then settled into something new.
Peace.
Love.
Home.
We lay tangled in each other’s arms long after the stars had faded.
Ryan’s fingers traced circles on my skin.
“We’re his to claim,” I whispered.
“No,” he smiled. “We’re ours to keep.”
And in that moment, beneath the rising sun, I knew we were unstoppable.