Selena
When I opened my eyes, the soft glow of the room welcomed me, warm and peaceful. The golden light streaming through the window painted intricate patterns on the floor, and faint sounds of activity drifted in from a distance. For a moment, I lay still, my body heavy, my mind trying to piece together where I was and why.
“Selena,” a familiar voice called, cutting through the fog in my thoughts. That voice was a balm for my weary soul-calm, comforting, and vibrating with a relief too strong to be hidden.
I turned, and there he was: Silas. His eyes locked onto mine, shimmering with emotions too vast to contain. His lips parted slightly, as if he’d been holding his breath all this time.
“How do you feel?” he whispered, kneeling beside me.
I managed a faint smile, though my body still felt weak. “A little… dizzy.” My voice was barely audible, each word a small victory.
Silas took my hand in his, grounding me with his warmth in a way only he could. “You fainted,” he said softly, though there was an edge of emotion in his tone I couldn’t quite decipher. Then he fell silent, as if his next words carried a weight too heavy to bear. “Selena… you’re pregnant.”
The word echoed, reverberating endlessly in my mind. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, where a new life-our child-was beginning to grow. A wave of joy washed over me, tears welling in my eyes. “Our child,” I whispered, the words sweeter than anything I’d ever spoken. “It’s… a miracle.”
Silas nodded, his smile wide and unwavering. “A miracle,” he repeated, his voice trembling with pride. “And this miracle deserves the greatest celebration the world has ever seen.”
I knew how much Silas had longed for a child. Perhaps he was even happier than I was at that moment. And that was okay because his happiness became mine too. As his partner, I would let him channel his joy in any way he wished.
Like now, as his hand gently traced my body. A touch so irreplaceable it felt like magic. To bear the heir of the Alpha King, the ruler of all werewolves, and the child of the Moon Goddess herself-this was no ordinary event.
As news of my pregnancy spread, the palace came alive with a new energy. Silas, as always, poured himself into preparing for the celebration of this monumental occasion. Everywhere I looked, there was movement: skilled omegas decorating the hall with silver and gold ribbons, warriors perfecting melodies on instruments-mostly of their own improvised making-and tables laden with dishes sent from allies far and wide.
I tried to help where I could, but Silas wouldn’t allow it. “You are the Moon Goddess and the mother of our child,” he said with playful yet firm authority. “Your only task is to rest and glow.”
I couldn’t suppress my laughter at his theatrics. “Was I not glowing before?” I teased, watching as he meticulously arranged moon-shaped lanterns. Yet deep down, his excitement warmed my heart.
Even as I sat on a plush sofa, sipping nectar tea and letting the pack members bustle around me, I felt the joy in the air. This wasn’t just about me or Silas-it was about the love we shared and the hope born from that love.
When night finally fell, the pack house shone like a constellation brought to earth. Guests from allied packs filled the grand courtyard, their auras radiant like the night sky. The air buzzed with energy, and every face I saw was alight with joy.
Silas led me into the courtyard, his hand steady around mine. My silver gown flowed around me like a stream of moonlight, and I could feel their gazes-awed and reverent-as we walked together. My heart swelled as the crowd erupted in cheers, their voices rising in a symphony of celebration.
“To the Moon Goddess and her blessed child!” Silas declared, raising his crystal goblet high. The cheers grew louder, echoing into the celestial heavens.
I placed a hand on my stomach, smiling as I addressed the guests. “Thank you for sharing this moment with us,” I said, my voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions I felt. “Tonight, we celebrate new life and the love that binds us all.”
The celebration began in earnest. Omegas, freed from their daily duties for the night, twirled under the stars, their movements telling stories of creation and hope. Warriors played mesmerizing melodies, as if the universe itself danced to their rhythm. Silas and I walked among the guests, sharing laughter and memories as the night unfolded.
But as the festivities reached their peak, a strange silence fell over the courtyard. The music stopped, and whispers rippled through the crowd. I turned toward the entrance, where two figures stood, their presence dimming even the brightest stars.
Virgil, the leader of the vampire clan, stepped forward, his black cloak flowing like liquid night. Beside him stood the Death Sanguine vampire, his blood-red aura both striking and menacing. Their arrival sent chills down my spine, but I forced myself to remain calm.
Silas was instantly at my side, his body a shield between me and the unexpected visitors. “What is the meaning of your arrival?” he asked sharply, though his tone remained composed.
“Peace, Alpha King Silas,” Virgil replied smoothly, his voice carrying a disquieting calm. “We come as witnesses, not as enemies.”
Witnesses? I stepped forward, ignoring Silas’s hand as if to hold me back. “What brings you here tonight, Virgil?” I asked, my voice steady despite the unease I felt.
A faint smile crossed Death Sanguine’s face. “We have come to witness the beginning of a new era,” he said, his gaze fixed on me-and my stomach. “The life within you will shape the future of your packs.”
His words felt heavy, like a prophecy, and Silas’s protective stance grew more pronounced. “And you’re warning?” he asked coldly.
Virgil’s expression darkened. “With life comes balance. With creation comes destruction. Celebrate tonight, Selena, for the road ahead will not be easy.”
I met his gaze with unwavering resolve. “This child is a symbol of hope,” I said firmly. “Whatever trials come, we will face them together.”
The tension lingered even after Virgil and the Death Sanguine vanished into the night, but Silas refused to let their shadow dampen our joy. He raised his goblet high once more, his voice full of determination. “Do not let shadows dim this light! Tonight, we celebrate life, love, and unbreakable bonds.”
The crowd roared their agreement, the music resumed with renewed vigor, and the unease gradually gave way to laughter and celebration. Silas and I shared a dance beneath the stars, our movements slow and intimate, the world fading away around us.
As the night deepened, I leaned into Silas, my heart full. “Whatever comes,” I whispered, “we’ll face it together.”
His embrace tightened, his lips brushing against my temple. “Always,” he promised, his voice as unwavering as the stars above.
And at that moment, I believed him with all my heart. For no matter how deep the shadows, the light we shared would always shine brighter.