Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 213

Third Person POV

The full moon had turned Silverpeak territory into something straight out of a fairy tale. Ancient oaks wrapped in silver ribbons, glowing moonflower petals scattered everywhere, air thick with pine and mint. Representatives from every pack formed a massive circle in the sacred clearing–silver robes, deep blue Shadow Creek traditional wear, and Silverpeak’s black–and–gold formal gear all shimmering under moonlight.

This was history in the making. The Alpha King’s Luna ceremony. Two powerful packs officially joining forces.

In the prep room, Ava stood before a full–length mirror while Sarah fastened the traditional Luna headdress. Silver with embedded moonstones that caught the light like captured starlight.

“You look like the Moon Goddess herself,” Sarah whispered, tears threatening to spill.

Ava took a deep breath, studying her reflection. The silver–blue gown fit perfectly, Sophia’s family necklace catching the light at her throat, emeralds matching her eyes. She actually looked like a real Luna.

“I’m ready,” she said quietly.

Meanwhile, Blake stood in another room getting his Alpha King formal wear adjusted by Tyler. Black silk embroidered with golden wolf heads, shoulder badges marking his ruler status.

“Boss, Tyler said, straightening a sleeve, “gotta say, never seen you this wound up.”

Blake chuckled, “Not wound up. Excited. Been waiting forever to tell the whole world she’s mine.”

Lucas bounced around the room, carefully clutching the family necklace box. “Dad, I won’t drop it! I practiced like a million times!”

“I know you’ll be perfect, son.” Blake crouched down, adjusting Lucas’s tiny formal wear. “After tonight, Ava’s officially your mom.”

“She’s already my mom!” Lucas said, practically vibrating with excitement. “Now everyone else gets to know it!”

When the moon hit its peak, the ceremony began.

Ancient horn calls echoed through the forest. All chatter stopped. An elderly wolf elder stepped onto the central stone platform, silver beard gleaming in moonlight, voice carrying ancient authority.

“Tonight, under the Moon Goddess’s witness, we gather to see the sacred union of Alpha King Blake Morgan and Ava Rivers.”

Blake stood center stage in full Alpha King regalia, moonlight making him look like something from old legends. His eyes swept the crowd, but when the gates opened, his attention locked completely.

William led Ava toward the platform. Her silver–blue Luna gown flowed like liquid moonlight, every step graceful and regal. When their eyes met, the whole world seemed to hold its breath.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even folks who’d questioned her before had to admit–she was born for this.

Lucas followed seriously behind, clutching that necklace box like his life depended on it, face scrunched with concentration and pride.

“Who gives this woman to the Alpha King?” the wedding elder asked.

“I, William Rivers, Alpha of Shadow Creek, give my daughter Ava Rivers to Blake Morgan,” William’s voice rang clear and strong. “May the Moon Goddess bless their union.”

Blake stepped forward, taking Ava’s hand. Electric current shot through both of them, their golden marks glowing bright enough for everyone to

see the sacred connection.

“Ava Rivers, Blake began the ancient vows, his voice carrying across the silent night, ‘before the Moon Goddess, before my people, I swear to you: I’ll protect you with my strength, guard you with my life, love you with my heart, until the stars fall and the moon rises no more

Ava’s eyes sparkled with tears, but her voice stayed rock–steady. “Blake Morgan, before the Moon Goddess, before your people, I sweat to you. I’ll stand beside you in battle, share your joys and sorrows, be your strength and comfort, until the stars fall and the moon rises no more.

The wedding elder raised an ancient silver cup filled with mixed blood symbolizing the joining of two packs. “Drink this wine, let your fates be forever intertwined.”

They took turns drinking, ancient magic flowing through the air.

Then came the most sacred moment. Since Blake had already marked Ava, the elder was about to skip the marking part, but Blake suddenly spoke up.

“Wait.” He turned to Ava, eyes full of love and request. “Ava, will you mark me? Let everyone know I’m yours, just like you’re mine?”

Moved gasps swept the crowd. Mutual marking meant complete equality–incredibly rare in werewolf society.

Ava nodded, tears spilling over. She gently bit that special spot on Blake’s neck, leaving her own golden mark. When both marks glowed together, the entire clearing lit up with golden light.

Magic pulled them into movement, guided by invisible forces. They began the traditional werewolf bonding dance, moving in perfect sync like they’d been dancing together for centuries.

At the celebration’s peak, the wedding elder announced loudly, “Now I have the honor of presenting Alpha King Blake Morgan and Luna Ava Morgan of Silverpeak!”

Cheers shook the sky, startling wildlife deep in the forest.

But during the celebration, as Ava tasted the traditional foods, something felt off. The honey cake had this weird metallic taste, and the wine didn’t taste right either. She figured it was nerves and excitement, but the feeling left her puzzled.

The celebration feast took over Blackwood Manor’s great hall. Long tables loaded with specialties from every pack, magical candlelight dancing in crystal glasses, music and laughter filling every corner.

“Look at our Luna,” Ella teased, walking up to Ava, “from training ground wild child to this elegant thing. I barely recognize you!”

Ava shot back, “Don’t laugh at me when you’re about to run off to the human world chasing artistic dreams!”

The girls‘ easy banter got everyone around them laughing, warm vibes spreading through the room.

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