Chapter 210
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden patches on the hardwood floors of our home. It was the kind of quiet, sun-kissed morning that felt like a blessing after the chaos we had endured. Jake, still recovering but stubborn as ever, tried to sit upright in bed, his tousled hair a mess, shirt half-on, half-off. He looked like a disheveled god. I smirked as I walked in with a tray of breakfast—eggs, toast, and that herbal tea the healer insisted would speed up his recovery.
"You’re supposed to be resting, Alpha Stubborn," I said, setting the tray on the nightstand.
He raised a brow. "And you’re supposed to be taking it easy. You’re carrying the moon’s gift, remember?"
I rolled my eyes but my heart melted. Jake never said it aloud often, but every time he acknowledged our unborn child, something inside me warmed like a fire rekindled. He wasn’t the smoothest man when it came to expressing emotions, but the way he looked at me—like I was his world—was enough.
We ate in comfortable silence, stealing glances and smiling like two idiots in love. Then Jake reached across the bed and pulled me into him. He kissed me slowly, like we had all the time in the world. And for the first time in months, it felt like we did.
Later that afternoon, Sophie and Fatima arrived, bubbling with energy and gossip.
"Is it true what I heard? That a glass pocket of magic was just found pulsing near the Hollow Caves this morrning?" Sophie asked, flopping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.
Fatima shot her a look. "Can you say 'hello' first, maybe?"
"Hi!" Sophie said, then turned back to me, eyes gleaming. "So, what’s the plan? We need to find out who's conjuring that kind of power."
I smiled, grateful for their presence. "We’ll talk to the council. But first, I want to enjoy one day—just one—without bloodshed or politics. Tonight, we celebrate."
Jake, who had shuffled into the living room wrapped in a blanket like a grumpy bear, grunted. "Do I have to put on clothes for this celebration?"
Fatima laughed. "Yes, Alpha. Clothes are kind of essential."
We spent the rest of the day preparing. Sophie helped string up soft lanterns in the garden. Fatima—bless her culinary genius—prepared the most incredible dinner I’d ever tasted. And when night fell, the garden transformed into a haven of twinkling lights, music, and laughter.
Jake held my hand as we swayed slowly to a soft tune. His hand rested protectively over my belly, and he whispered into my ear, "Whatever comes next, we face it together."
I leaned into him, tears prickling my eyes. "I love you, Jake. Even when you're bossy, broody, and borderline impossible."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "And I love you even when you drive me insane with your fire."
Later, we sat on the porch, watching Sophie and Fatima dance like maniacs under the moonlight.
"They’re the best kind of crazy," I murmured.
Jake nodded. "Yep."
I turned to him, heart full. The world wasn’t perfect. There were still threats to uncover, secrets to reveal. But right here, right now—we were infinite.
Tomorrow, we’d confront the strange magic. Tomorrow, we’d chase answers. But tonight, we were just Ayla and Jake. A Luna and her mate. A woman and her future.
And I wouldn’t trade that for anything in this world.
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