The chaos faded, leaving behind only the sound of ragged breathing and the faint rustle of leaves. Liora’s chest rose and fell in shallow bursts as she stared at the brown wolf standing a few paces away. Her heart drumd in her ears, as a mix of excitent and sensation danced in her veins.
His golden eyes glead beneath the rays of sunlight seeping through the trees. They were wild and wary, but sothing deeper lurked within them, recognition, confusion, and longing.
Before she could take another step, his body began to change form. The fur receded, bones shifting, muscles twisting under skin. The air rippled with a cracking sound, then a man stood in front of her.
He stood tall and broad, his body covered in bruises and blood, his chest streaked with claw marks that had not yet closed. His hair was dark and tousled, his brown eyes untad yet startlingly gentle when they t hers.
"You... Who are you?" he asked, his voice deep and low, carrying the rasp of exhaustion.
Liora parted her lips, but no sound ca out. The space between them thickened, pressing down on her chest. Her eyes fixated on his body, on a spot she was cautioned to never look at, but here she was staring wide-eyed.
A strange warmth blood within her, a heavy pulse throbbed in rhythm with his heartbeat. Her breath caught, and for a fleeting second, the whole world seed to hold its breath.
"Arrrgh." She scread, covering her eyes before turning around. Her face was flushed with embarrassnt.
He frowned, the realization dawning in his eyes. His lips parted slightly.
"Mate," he whispered, almost like he couldn’t believe himself.
The word struck her like a thunderclap. Her knees weakened. Her hands trembled over her mouth.
’Mate.’ She thought to herself. No wonder she felt drawn to him, it was the reason she wasn’t afraid of him, and it also explains why her body was acting strangely.
She wanted to run away and go back to her realm but her feet remained rooted to the ground. She felt his approaching presence, and her heart stuttered in her chest.
She knew this was wrong, and she knew she should have run away, but why was she here? Why was she anticipating every move of his? Why did she want to bury her head in his chest?
The thoughts scared her, but she could stand still, her mind was like a butterfly trapped in a jar, yet her face was like a calm sea.
"Turn around." He commanded, his chest rumbling with a low growl.
Yet, she felt sensations down her spine like an electric current, she wasn’t scared...she was overwheld with anticipation.
Her breath shook, as she turned around to face him, her breath hitched, when he was just a step away.
"Who are you? Where have you been all this ti?" He asked, his eyes tracing her face as if morizing her features.
A bitter feeling tightened in his chest. He knew that his mate was not a werewolf. He knew he couldn’t give her the Luna position, yet he couldn’t let her go.
"What’s your na?" He asked, his voice hoarse like he had been smoking for days.
"Liora." Her lips moved before her brain.
"Beautiful." His callous thumb brushed over her lips, entranced by her heavenly beauty. She was the fairest lady he had ever seen, her silver white hair was srizing, and those blue eyes were as beautiful and clear as the blue sky.
His lips claid her, and the bond between them grew stronger, making it impossible for them to stop. It pulled them together, stripping away reason and fear.
When his hand touched her face, fire coursed through her veins; when her lips brushed his, she felt alive and whole, a feeling she had never experienced. She never knew love tasted so heavenly.
"My na is Caelen, Caelen Salvatore, and I’m the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack," Caelen said as he hugged her from behind, picking dried leaves from her hair.
Liora stared at the sky that was starting to turn dark. She had thought she would only take a peek, but who knew she would encounter her mate?
Knowing the tension between the Fae and werewolves, she dared not tell him of her identity. But she had used her magic to help him, he must have noticed it.
"I have to go." She said ekly.
"Go where?" His arms wrapped tighter around her protectively.
"Ho." She muttered.
"You’re mine, I’m your ho and you’re mine." He said burying his head in the crook of her neck.
"But... I.."
"Stay with please." He murmured sweet nothings into her ear.
Liora didn’t reveal who she was. But even in silence, they understood each other. Their hearts spoke a language older than words.
Days bled into nights, and nights into weeks. They built a small cabin deep in the woods, hidden away from the world. The walls slled of pine and warmth. He hunted and brought her food, and she healed his wounds with herbs and cooked him als.
He would rest his head on her lap while she humd songs he couldn’t understand, and he would smile like he had finally found peace.
"Stay," he would whisper each night, his voice low, his thumb brushing her cheek. "Don’t go back. I’ll protect you. Always."
And she would smile faintly, her eyes glistening in the candlelight. "My people will co looking for , Caelen. I can’t stay."
He always replied the sa way, pulling her closer until her heartbeat matched his. "Then let them co. I’ll fight them all."
But no one wins against ti, when they learnt that they were expecting a child, it was the happiest mont in their life. Nothing seed to matter except their little perfect life.
Caelen would go to his pack once in a while to check on them. And when Liora would ask why he hadn’t brought them to his pack, he would co up with cooked-up lies.
"My pack isn’t stable now. It is unfit for you and our child, and there are still rebellions I need to suppress. Bear with my love, soon we will be ho." He always said.
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