Chapter 128
I took one breath…two….and stepped out. All four of my mates turned at once. And everything stopped.
Daxon’s jaw clenched. Ashrian’s pupils blew wide. Bram made a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the floorboards. Lachlan muttered something in Gaelic that sounded like a sin and a prayer in one breath.
The gown hugged every curve I had like it had been painted on with stardust and wicked intentions. Deep sapphire blue that shimmered like moonlight on still water. Slits up both thighs. A plunging neckline that showcased my cleavage like a goddamn offering. My skin, creamy and porcelain soft, gleamed with a faint glitter that caught the candlelight like magic. My hair was full silver now, streaked with shades of green and blue that moved like smoke. And my eyes?
They glowed.
Lyssira purred with pride. “We are moonlight. We are power. And they are ours.”
Ashrian was the first to move, though I wouldn’t call it movement so much as a slow, reverent stalk.
He wore a white tux, sharp as sin, which made his black hair and crimson–red eyes practically explode in contrast. The lapels shimmered faintly with blue threadwork that matched my gown exactly.
“You look…” he exhaled. “Divine. Ethereal. Absolutely fucking deadly.”
Lachlan let out a low whistle, stepping forward in full traditional Scottish formal wear, which was sexy as fuck and had me drooling…. a tartan sash, dark embroidered waistcoat, silver accents and all. His golden blond hair was brushed back, and those damn blue eyes twinkled like he was about to pull me into a highland fantasy.
“Sweet moon, mo ghrá,” he said, his voice drenched in that thick brogue. “Ye look like starlight wrapped in temptation. Every man in that ballroom’s gonna choke on their own tongue.”
Lyssira purred softly. “Let them.”
Daxon was silent, way too silent. He wore black and steel grey, a deep V–neck shirt beneath the jacket that clung to his muscled chest, blue cuff links glinting as his hands twitched at his sides. His eyes blazed.
“You’re mine,” he finally said. No smile. Just pure, feral conviction. “You know that, right?”
Lyssira agreed whole heartedly, “Growl louder, alpha. Let the world hear.”
Bram was the last to approach…and the most undone. He was in all black, no tie, coat open over his thick, scarred chest. His hair was brushed back, but his bear was close. Too close. His eyes glinted amber gold as he dragged them over every inch of me.
“I don’t want to go to the ballroom,” he growled low, his voice rough with need. “I want to claim you now. Lock that door and put my mark where every bastard can see it.”
Lyssira snapped to attention and yipped excitedly, “YES. DO IT. DESTROY THE ROOM. END THE BALL.”
I laughed, even though my thighs were already clenched from how possessive they all sounded. It made me so damn hot, but we did NOT have time for a quickie right now. Unfortunately. Lyssira sighed in agreement in my mind.
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Chapter 128
“You’ll all live, 1 teased, mushing past them. “Barely
And with that, I offered my hand, and all font of them moved at once. They didn’t walk me to the bathroom. They started me like the center of the goddamn universe. Dasan at my right, hand on the small of my back. Bram behind me like a dime wall Cankers the mey telt, arm bucked with mine. Ashtian walked ahead like a guard and a devil in white.
Together, we approached the ballroom doors, and the guards opened them. I braced myself for the attention and otseled my rese Lyssira poured her strength into me and I stood tallet. At first there was only silence. Then gasps. The crowd inside tarhed, rose to their feet, and stood as one as we stepped inside.
And holy shit.
The ballroom sparkled with crystal chandeliers and moonlit glamour. Marble floors. Live strings playing some kind of haunting waits. Nobles. Warriors. Alphas. Royals. All of them watching me. I slowly blew out my held breath and made sure to stand tall
Lyssira whispered, “Let them watch. Let them bow. Let them remember this moment when they kneel in battle. We are the moon
incarnate.”
I stood between my mates, my back straight and my chin held high. Every cell in my body buzzed. I was glowing. I wasn’t afraid of the attention anymore. Not tonight. Tonight I will show them my strength, because that is what they need to see.
We descended the stairs in sync, feral growls rumbling behind me as Bram bared his teeth at some poor bastard who looked at my legs for too long.
Daxon muttered, “Touch her with your eyes again, and I’ll rip your hands off.”
Ashrian chuckled darkly. “Easy, boys. She’s armed with four killers tonight.”
Lachlan leaned in and whispered, “Ye’ll break half the realm’s hearts tonight, lass.”
I blushed. Genuinely. Lyssira reminded me, “It’s not humility, little one. It’s evolution. You are stepping into your role.” I nodded in agreement and kept moving. We made it to the head table, where familiar faces stood to greet us.
The royal bear family, regal and solid, their queen giving me a subtle nod of approval. The Marine Corps leadership, their formal uniforms pristine, Captain Monroe standing proud and tall with her medals gleaming, on her dress. I love her.
Alpha King Draven and Luna Queen Aelira, looking both proud and exhausted from power.
Isolde and Alaric MacCrae, who grinned wide as I approached.
Alaric gave me a wink and said, “Now that’s an entrance, lass.”
Taya shrieked first, her breasts bouncing in her dangerously low cut forest green gown, as she hopped from foot to foot in glee.
“LOOK AT YOU, YOU BADASS GLOWSTICK!” she hollered, champagne in one hand and her new diamond flashing. “Who said you could have legs like that AND a crown?! I’m reporting you to the gods.”
I snorted and took my seat, nestled between Lachlan and Ashrian, while Bram and Daxon flanked me protectively like I was the fucking moon they orbited.
It’s time to be the bad ass chosen one everyone expects. I got this shit.
