Blessed by the Moon Goddess

Chapter Ten

For those of you who skipped the last chapter, he marked her and they completed the mating process. Super exciting stuff.

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As the first rays of morning light crept in through the small window of my bedroom, I stirred awake, nestled in the warm embrace of my mate, Alpha Black. The gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek was comforting, a steady rhythm that brought a fleeting sense of peace—a rarity for someone like me, a rogue among werewolves.

Peeking cautiously from under my lashes, I admired the strong lines of his face, the way his dark hair fell over his brow, and the faint stubble that gave him a rugged charm. Alpha Black was everything that my rogue heart longed for; a leader, a protector, and yet to me, he was so much more than that. I had seen glimpses of the man behind the alpha facade—moments when he would pull me close and let his guard down, but that warmth also came with an icy edge. It made me wonder if that warmth would remain when he awoke.

I felt the weight of anticipation settle heavily on my chest, mixing with an all too familiar anxiety. What if his icy demeanor returned? What if I had just been a momentary distraction, a fleeting wish he had entertained in the shadows? Questions swirled in my head, and despite the idyllic scene around me, I couldn't shake the gnawing fear.

Just as a small sigh escaped my lips, Alpha Black stirred, his arms tightening around me as if sensing the turmoil within. For a heartbeat, everything hung in the balance. I closed my eyes, waiting for the coolness to descend, readying myself for the disappointment that might follow.

But then, something unexpected happened. I felt his soft breath against my shoulder before he pressed a gentle kiss there—a tender gesture that took me completely by surprise. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky and thick with sleep. I turned my head slowly, meeting his gaze, and time seemed to still.

"Good morning," I replied, my voice barely a whisper as a blush crept up my cheeks. The spark in his eyes made my heart race; they were so incredibly deep, like pools of molten gold. Would this be a morning of warmth or a break from the distance that plagued me so often?

As if reading my fears, his gaze softened further. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek, and a small yet impactful smile graced his lips. "I wanted to tell you something," he began, his tone serious yet gentle.

I held my breath, bracing myself for impact. "What is it?" I asked, not trusting my own voice, afraid it might tremble and betray my sense of urgency.

"I'm falling, fast, and I don't intend to fight it anymore," he confessed, and those four simple words shattered the ice that encased my heart. In that moment, my doubts began to evaporate like mist in the morning sun. Each syllable hung in the air, resonating deeply, and I felt a warmth envelope me from within, unlike anything I had ever known.

"Do you mean it?" I managed to ask, my heart swelling with hope and trepidation, my voice trembling as I searched his eyes.

He nodded, his expression earnest, and his gaze never wavered. "I know my behavior has been cold and that I've been pushing you away. It's because all my life I've been told that I shouldn't feel, shouldn't love. But being with you... it's more than I ever imagined." His honesty wrapped around my heart like a soft embrace, and I felt a thrill of elation and hope. Could this be real, or was I just living in a beautiful daydream?

The fear of rejection that had rooted itself deep in my chest began to wither away. Instead, I felt an exhilarating mix of exhilaration and vulnerability. The idea of being 'mated' was one that had teetered on the edge of my mind, flashed in my dreams, but now, in the light of day, it felt frighteningly tangible.