Chapter 262
Rebecca’s POV
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The morning after Ella’s first full moon ceremony, I found myself drawn to the window in our master bedroom, gazing out over the vast expanse of the Sterling Manor. Golden sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the manicured lawn. Last night’s ceremony had been powerful-introducing our daughter to the moon goddess, watching her eyes flash with recognition of her heritage.
I hummed softly, the same lullaby I’d sung to Ella before laying her down in her crib last night. The ancient melody had been taught to me by Marianne, passed down through generations of Luna mothers. My eyes drifted to the ornate oak crib where Ella slept peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. At just one months old, she already had her father’s striking blue eyes and my stubborn
chin.
Moving to the dresser to put away some clean clothes, I accidentally pulled the drawer out too far. It fell to the floor with a clatter that made me wince, my eyes immediately darting to Ella’s crib. Thankfully, she didn’t stir. As I knelt to gather the scattered items, my fingers brushed against something tucked far in the back of the drawer’s housing-a leather-bound book I hadn’t seen in ages.
I pulled it out, wiping a thin layer of dust from its cover. My sketchbook. Opening it gingerly, I flipped through pages of clothing designs I’d created years ago. Each pencil stroke represented dreams I’d once had-dreams of fashion school, of creating my own line, of seeing my designs worn by real people.
“Mama?”
Lucas’s small voice startled me from my reverie. He stood in the doorway, his dark hair tousled from sleep, one small fist rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning, my little wolf,” I said, opening my arms to him.
He toddled over and climbed into my lap, peering at the open sketchbook with interest. “Pretty,” he said, pointing to a flowing evening gown I’d designed in another lifetime.
“That’s something Mama drew a long time ago,” I explained, running my hand through his soft hair.
“You make?” he asked, looking up at me with those serious eyes that were so like his father’s.
The question gave me pause. Would I make these designs? Could I? Between being Luna, being a mother to two children, and all the responsibilities that came with those roles, was there room for the person I’d been before-the Rebecca who loved to create?
The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam as Dominic emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes immediately found mine, his expression shifting as he caught the hint of melancholy I couldn’t quite hide.
“Did the ceremony tire you out too much?” he asked, crossing to the closet.
I shook my head, lifting Lucas to stand beside me as I rose from the floor. “Not exactly,” I replied, holding up the sketchbook. “I found an old friend.”
Dominic selected a crisp white shirt from the closet, his movements graceful and efficient as always. “Is that your sketchbook?” he asked, though I could tell from the subtle shift in his expression that he already knew.
“Yes. It’s my dreams,” I answered simply, placing the book on the bed and moving to check on Ella, who had begun to stir. I leaned over her crib, adjusting her blanket. “All the things I thought I might do someday.”
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Chapter 262
Dominic buttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving my face. “And now? he asked quietly.
I lifted Ella from her crib as she began to fuss, cradling her against my shoulder and inhaling her sweet baby scent. Lucas climbed onto our bed, reaching for the sketchbook with curious fingers.
“Now I’m Luna to an entire pack. I’m mother to the most beautiful children in the world.” I smiled down at Lucas, who was carefully turning the pages of my sketchbook. I’m blessed beyond anything I could have imagined.”
Dominic crossed the room to me, placing one hand on my lower back as he gazed down at our daughter. “But?” he prompted, hearing the unspoken word hanging in the air between us.
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