Alpha's Claim: A Lunar Legacy

nation. Around them, the pack moved with a quiet reverence, their gazes flickering between their alpha and the omega who had fo

kthorns are retreating. Without Cillian, the F

ood. Gather the council. We need to secure the borders a

e asked, his tone careful but curious. "She's proven herself

what mattered-not for recognition. But the weight of Conall's words, the shift in his demea

s stern facade. "She's more than a warrior," he said, his voice s

ng to Declan's. She'd never imagined such a role-not when she'd fled Erynn's Veil, not when she'd stumbled into Lugh's Claw seeking onl

with renewed energy as word of the alpha's declaration spread, whispers rippling through the pack like win

now, meant only for her. "We need

nd wooden table. Declan released her hand to fetch a basin of water and a cloth, his movements stif

ng forward to take the

Saoirse dipped the cloth into the water, wringing it out before gently pressing it

aid quietly, her hands steady as sh

ou didn't have t

didn't give you anything you hadn't already earned," he said. "You fought for this pack, Saoirse. You stood a

don't know if I'm ready," she admitted, her voice barely above a whis

to know," he said, echoing his words from before. "You've got strength, courage

it settle into her, a quiet certainty replacing her doubt. She n

hers. "Marry me," he murmured, the words a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "

pon her, from a life of chains. But this-this was different. This was a choice, a partnership, a promise of som

er voice trembling but

k gathered in a circle, their faces weary but proud, their wounds bandaged and their spirits lifted by the promise of unity.

forest herbs. Her hair hung loose, woven with wildflowers, a stark contrast to the tattered white gow

n eyes shone with a warmth she'd come to crave, a steady anchor in the storm of her life. Aisling stood beside him, her auburn

arled by time, her voice carrying the weight of generations. She spoke of the pack, of strength and loyalty, of the bond that tie

ur mate, your Luna, to stand as one in peace and war

I do," he said, his voice strong and

as your mate, your alpha, to stand as Luna, to nu

settling into her like roots into soil. "I do," s

ll of the pack and the strength of the bond, you are one. Alpha

inding hers in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, a promise sealed before their people. The bond between

night-Saoirse stood beside Declan, her hand in his. Aisling approached, a wood

g said, handing her the cup. "

tugging at her lips. "Thank you

in her eyes. "Don't get soft on me,

. "You've got yourself a fighter," he said, nodding

ng around Saoirse's waist. "I w

e stars, her bare feet sinking into the earth, her heart lighter than it had ever been. She'd found freedom, not i

ackthorns would return, and new threats would rise from the shadows. Yet, with Declan at her side and Lug

urke, Luna o

for her place, her p