Chapter 211: When the Moon Speaks
Alessandro’s POV
It’s been one week, two days, thirteen hours, twenty eight minutes and forty second since Aurora was admitted to the pack’s infirmary.
And I’ve never left her side.
Every morning, every night, I’ve found myself back here, sitting by her bed, holding her hand, whispering her name as though somehow my voice would call her back to me.
But nothing.
No improvement. No sign of her wolf. No flutter of her eyelids.
The pack healer has been working tirelessly, mixing herbs, chanting prayers, even summoning older healers from nearby packs. Yet the result is always the same. Silence. Stillness.
We’re lucky she hasn’t given up yet. That’s what the healer said.
Lucky.
But tell me, what’s lucky about watching the woman you love slipping further away each day?
****
Lena and her father, Alpha Maverick, have been banished. No pack wants anything to do with them anymore, not after the truth came out—that Lena’s child was never Leonardo’s. That she tried to bind my brother through lies, manipulation, and poison. That Maverick supported it all to strengthen his power.
Other packs cut ties with them immediately. Their name now carries nothing but shame.
Good.
Because if I ever saw either of them again, I wouldn’t hold back this time.
****
Meanwhile, Alpha Tony and my father… they’ve been trying. Slowly, carefully, they’re finding common ground. They know what I know that sooner or later, we’ll be family. Their children love each other.
Aurora and I.
And though my coronation as Alpha draws near, though the pack waits to see me crowned, there’s an ache inside me. Because I wanted her by my side. My Luna. My queen.
But she hasn’t woken up.
****
I sighed, brushing a strand of her dark hair from her face. “I miss you,” I whispered. “I miss you so much it hurts, Aurora.”
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Leonardo visits sometimes. He’s changed—or at least, he’s trying to. He no longer drinks himself into oblivion. He’s even taken up yoga, of all things. Father’s given him responsibility over the pack’s financial affairs, a role that seems to keep his hands busy and his mind distracted.
Maybe it’s his way of finding redemption. Or maybe it’s just another way to run from the truth.
Rafael, on the other hand, hasn’t changed one bit. Still the same old Rafael—smiling, charming, always surrounded by female betas.
Sometimes, I envy him. His freedom, his ease. But then I look at Aurora… and I remember. I don’t want freedom. I don’t want anyone else. I want *her.*
Always her.
****
I kissed the back of her cold hand and lowered my head, my voice breaking.
“Please… don’t leave me here alone.”
“How’s she?”
Gabriel’s voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room with Annie by his side.
I lifted my head, my eyes heavy from nights without sleep.
“The same,” I muttered. “No change. No movement. Nothing.”
Gabriel’s jaw tightened, but his gaze softened when it drifted to Aurora lying pale on the bed.
Annie, on the other hand, rushed forward, her hands trembling as she clasped Aurora’s.
“She looks so cold,” Annie whispered, her voice cracking.
“She’s always been so warm. Always smiling, always laughing… this isn’t her.”
“Annie,” Gabriel said gently, resting a hand on her shoulder.
But Annie shook her head, brushing away tears.
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Gabriel. She’s my best friend. I don’t even know how to help her.”
I dragged a hand down my face, forcing down the lump in my throat.
“Neither do I. And it’s killing me.”
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the beeping of the monitor beside her bed.
Then Annie turned to me, her eyes swollen.
“Do you talk to her?”
“Every day,” I admitted. My voice was hoarse, but honest. “I tell her everything.
About my day, about the coronation coming up, about how much I love her.
I tell her I’m waiting.
That I’m not giving up on her.”
Annie’s lip trembled as she nodded.
“Then keep talking. She’ll hear you. She has to.”
Gabriel exhaled slowly, his usual stoic mask cracking for just a moment.
“Alessandro… she’s strong. If anyone can fight their way back, it’s Aurora.
Don’t forget that.”
I first glanced at him, then at Annie, who had her hand on Aurora’s and was stroking it gently; she seemed to be whispering secrets that only best friends could understand.
“Tomorrow is my coronation day during the full moon,”
I admitted, choking and feeling the constriction in my chest.
“I should be excited, but I’m not at all. None of it means anything. I just want her to open her beautiful eyes.
I just—”
My voice was broken by tears, it was like I was letting go of all the stuff I had been holding in, budgeting my strength.
I fell back heavily into the chair that was beside her bed and took her freezing hand into mine.
The time passed irritably slow. Eventually, Gabriel and Annie left, although Annie stayed the longest, waiting until she whispered her last prayer into Aurora’s ear and then she walked out.
The infirmary became silent; the night was already there with its shadows spreading on the walls.
I was always there. The side of her bed, where her hand was still firmly in mine, my head.
My eyelids couldn’t fight the weight of fatigue any longer and my tiredness got the better of me.
And then—
The growl, deep and resonant, was the first sign of noise that I could differentiate from the silence.
My eyes opened wider and I raised my head, yet clearly not in the infirmary.
I was standing amidst a vast forest with its trees bathed in moonlight and nothing in the world could be more beautiful.
They were centuries old, the branches reaching out as if lungs to the sky.
The air was full of energy, burning through my lungs with each breath.
Then I spotted her.
A wolf. Huge. Glowing. Her coat sparkled as if it were made of the stars themselves, and her eyes which were a burning gold looked deep into my very being.
She was unlike any of the creatures I had ever come across, stronger and no less powerful than even my wolf.
She was a living force of nature, free from any kinds of laws or restraints and grand in figure.
“Aurora?” I questioned, voice unsteady and barely above a whisper.
The wolf moved forward, looking at me with the same intensity. I felt that her power, which was warm, overwhelming and commanding, was invading my space and overshadowing me.
“PROTECT HER.”
It wasn’t a voice that could be heard with the ears, but rather it was an immensely loud one in my head that made me almost fall down with the sheer power of it.
“Who are you?” I barely managed to ask.
She repelled the very spot where I was standing with her gaze and the intensity of her eyes grew, like inferno, her force entering deeper than veins when a flame touches.
“I AM THE ONE.
I AM HER WOLF.
I AM AURORA’S.”
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