Chapter 101: Moonlight and Healing
The world had changed so much in the past few weeks.
I stood at the edge of the balcony connected to our room in the packhouse, the silver moon casting a gentle glow across the hills. From here, I could see the lights of the village, flickering like stars fallen to earth. Packs that were once fractured by fear and disease were beginning to knit themselves together again, slowly, like a wound scabbing over with hope.
The cure—our cure—had reached ten neighboring packs. Rowan had led several warrior groups to the furthest reaches of the northern borders, delivering carefully packaged doses of the serum that Dr. Boyd had synthesized from my blood and saliva. Liam and Luther had handled diplomatic meetings with the Alphas, some more cooperative than others, but all desperate for what we had to offer.
And I… I had given them reason to believe in it.
I turned away from the balcony, arms folded across my chest as I leaned into the doorway and let my gaze drift to the bed where my mates lay, waiting for me.
Luther sat against the headboard, shirtless and glowing in the firelight. Liam lounged beside him, a wicked grin teasing the corner of his lips as his eyes tracked my every movement. Their presence, warm and steady, filled the room with peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could exhale.
But peace didn’t mean silence.
Tomorrow, we’d begin coordinating with packs from the east. Dr. Boyd was establishing mobile clinics to carry the serum faster. But what we had wasn’t infinite—not yet. The dose had to be carefully manufactured, and the serum’s lifespan outside the lab was limited. The doctor swore he was close to creating a longer-lasting version. I believed him.
I had to.
The ache of all the lives we couldn’t save still pulsed in the corners of my heart.
I padded across the room slowly, my fingers trailing the edge of the blanket as I reached the bed. Liam reached for my hand, his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist. “You’re thinking too loud again,” he murmured, pulling me gently down between them.
“She’s always thinking,” Luther added with a deep chuckle, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and tugging me against his chest.
“I can’t help it,” I whispered. “We’ve come so far. But there’s still so much more to do.”
Luther kissed the top of my head. “We’ll do it. Together.”
“You’ve already saved more than you know, Charlie,” Liam said, his voice softer now. “You gave us hope when there was none. You gave us the cure. You gave us… this.” He gestured to the three of us. “You gave us you.”
I tilted my head, looking from one man to the other. Their eyes held me there, full of emotion—pride, passion, and something deeper than even love. Devotion.
“You both gave me a reason to come back,” I said, my voice trembling. “When I was taken, when I thought I’d lost you—when I thought you’d die from the disease—I made a promise. If I ever got you back, I’d never hold back again.”
I leaned up, cupping Luther’s cheek with one hand and Liam’s with the other.
“You’re mine,” I said. “Forever.”
Their lips crashed against mine in tandem. Luther’s kiss was strong, grounding. Liam’s was fire and hunger. I melted between them, losing myself in the bond we had completed not long ago. The mate mark on each of their necks thrummed with life.
Luther pulled back just enough to whisper, “Let us show you how much we’ve missed you.”
Clothes vanished. Fingers explored. Every caress and kiss erased the ache that had lived in me since the moment I found out I belonged to them.
They worshipped every inch of me with reverence and heat, as if I were something divine that had chosen them alone. I kissed away the remaining shadows from Luther’s illness. I wrapped myself around Liam, grounding him with my touch as he lost himself in our rhythm.
The fire crackled. The moon watched silently from above. And I—Charlie, the omega no one ever thought would rise—was reborn in the arms of my mates.
We moved together until breath came in ragged gasps and pleasure burst behind my eyes like lightning across a storm-dark sky.
When it was over, the silence wasn’t empty. It was sacred.
We lay tangled together beneath the blankets, our breathing slowly evening out, their hands never straying far from my skin.
Luther nuzzled my neck. “You’re everything I ever needed.”
“And more than I ever deserved,” Liam added, kissing my shoulder.
I smiled sleepily, the warmth in my chest spreading to every corner of my being. “We’ve made it through the worst.”
“For now,” Luther murmured. “But if anything else comes for us…”
Liam’s arms tightened around my waist. “We’ll burn the world down to keep you safe.”
I pressed a kiss to each of their temples, whispering, “Let’s build it instead.”
Tomorrow, the world would still be fractured. Some packs might still resist the cure. Others might try to seize it. But tonight, in this room, everything was exactly as it should be.
I was Luna. I was warrior. I was healer.
And I was home.
Author's Note: This is the end of Charlie's journey with her mates. Stay tuned for Rowan's exciting tale when he finally meets his match. Not everything is what it seems, will love be enough to keep them safe?
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