Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 215

Ava’s POV

Blake led me through the forest, moonlight filtering through leaves and casting dancing shadows on the ground. Two weeks since the wedding, and this was our first real alone time–no pack business, no guests, no responsibilities. Just us.

“Where exactly are you taking me?” I asked, though I was already buzzing with anticipation.

“Somewhere special,” Blake smiled mysteriously. “Only Morgan family knows about it. My great–grandfather discovered it, said it’s where the Moon Goddess likes to hang out.”

We followed this barely–there trail, forest getting thicker around us. I could hear water somewhere ahead, night birds singing their hearts out. The air smelled like pine and wildflowers–every breath made me feel more relaxed.

“Blake,” I said as we walked, “watching Lyra and Thomas tonight got me thinking about fate. What if we’d met back in their time? How would that have worked out?”

He stopped, turning to face me. Moonlight hit his face just right, making him look even more gorgeous than usual. “Doesn’t matter when we met. I would’ve fallen for you anyway. It’s destiny, Ava. Inevitable as the moon rising.”

My heart did that fluttery thing it always did when he talked like that. Even married, the man could still make me blush like a teenager.

We kept walking, talking about our friends‘ futures. Sophia had already left for Northern Lights with Lyra, Ella was off on her human world adventure. Everyone chasing their own path, but our bonds staying strong no matter what.

Finally, we reached his mystery destination.

I sucked in a breath. Hidden lake, perfectly round like some giant had pressed a silver cup into the earth. Water smooth as glass, reflecting the full moon so perfectly I couldn’t tell which was real and which was reflection. Ancient oaks circled the whole thing like guardians protecting something sacred.

“Blake, this is incredible,” I breathed.

“This isn’t even the best part,” he said, eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Ava, you know what a ‘moonlight run‘ is?”

I shook my head.

“It’s one of the most sacred rituals between werewolf mates,” Blake explained, voice going serious. “Running in olf form under moonlight. Complete freedom, complete trust. Deepest connection an/Alpha and Luna can share–no words needed, just $ speaking to each other.”

I shivered, not from cold but from how intimate that sounded. “You want to…

“I want to share this tradition with you,” he said quietly. “If you’re up for it.”

I nodded, excitement and nerves tangling in my stomach. This wasn’t just shifting–this was opening up completely, trusting each other with everything we had.

We started undressing slowly, each movement feeling ceremonial. Moonlight painted our skin silver, making everything feel sacred and beautiful.

“Ready?” Blake asked, eyes full of love.

I looked at him, thinking about our whole journey, From that night at Moonlight Lodge when I almost lost control, to becoming his Luna. The road had been full of challenges, pain, joy, and love.

“Yeah, I whispered.

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