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“Like training my wolf?” she giggles. “I would expect nothing less.”

I crush my lips to hers then, foreseeing a bright future ahead of us. There's so much more than just training her wolf that I want to teach her, but for now, I'll keep those surprises up my sleeve.

Chapter 21 - Lila

Standing at the doorway of the pack training center, I keep my chin held high as the young male werewolves file out after a day of intense training.

With sweat-beaded skin and shoulders slouched with exhaustion, they're still kind enough to bow their heads as they pass by.

Internally, I'm wiggling my behind in celebration of what could only be deemed a miracle. After spending years in the shadows, hiding at every turn so that the members of Blood Moon wouldn't make fun of me, I'm now able to stand proud and tall in the limelight.

I only have fate to thank for my new standing in the pack—the ability to be confident enough after years of low self-esteem is brought on by the weaving of destiny ordained by the Moon Goddess Herself.

Becoming the Alpha's mate, now bearing his child…it all feels as if life really is perfect.

Looking back, I cannot imagine life any other way. Once, I thought I'd escape fate by running away or looking to be the mate of a werewolf outside of this pack. Meanwhile, the Moon Goddess had other plans—to change my destiny and turn it into the greatest honor any she-wolf could imagine.

The Luna of The Blood Moon Pack.

It's a title I hold with great dignity that has me greeting the members of the pack as they leave, excitement building up inside me when Flynn locks eyes with me from across the room.

He asks Howard to be excused, not taking his eyes off me as he jogs toward me. When he slides his arm around my waistand draws me closer, it's an unabashed display of affection in front of most of Blood Moon to witness. So is his feverish kiss to make up for the ceremony that took place in the absence of the pack.

He's been working hard to make up for his sins, and I'm lapping it up like the hungry pup I become every time he's near me.

Biting my bottom lip when he breaks the kiss, I bat my eyelids at him, relishing the taste of him lingering on my tongue as I smooth a palm over a distinct pectoral muscle.

He chuckles, clearly aware of the effect he has on me while I'm driven by the raging hormones of pregnancy.

“Are you ready for your training session?”

“Hm…” I hum, wiping away the bead of sweat caught on his brow. “The real question is, are you?”

Flynn chuckles wholeheartedly as he turns to the center. It's mostly empty, save for Howard and a few new recruits who seem to be having a very intense discussion. He clears his throat, and all it takes is one passing glance for them to understand that they need to leave.

It's my first training session with Flynn ever since my wolf crept out of the shadows a week ago. Apart from flaunting me on his arm around town lately, he's obviously told his members that the Luna of Blood Moon would have private sessions in the training center every Saturday evening.

Pride swells my chest as he takes my hand and leads me to the open space in the center. He only releases my hand after Howard is the last to leave.

“Did you get enough rest, Lila?” he asks with mock scrutiny on his tongue, a brow lifting when he crosses his arms over his chest.

“What?” I scoff. “You think I'm not fit enough for this?”

“I don't doubt your abilities,” he snickers. “But I've been doing this longer than you,” he boasts with a filled-out chest.

I shake my head with a chuckle. “Think of this as my way of getting revenge,” I grin, closing my eyes and stilling my mind long enough to feel the efficacies of my inner wolf stir up and take the wheel of my conscious mind. The shift is effortless, considering I've only done it once since that night.

Every stretch and pull of my body feels like breaking out of a shell of disempowerment, turning it into power as a sheath of fur ripples across my skin. I keel over, landing on the soft cushions of padded paws, parting my lids to find that Flynn has shifted, too.

He, in the glossy raven fur of his wolf, is a stark contrast to the glacial white of mine. Two polar opposites that come together to form a perfect whole.

Except it's a hole that drills my belly, a loud, vibrating rumble echoing in the center's tent.

Mentally, Flynn chuckles as he peels the lips of his wolf back to flash a set of sharp canines at me. “Sounds like someone's hungry,”he taunts.

“I'm not! I just had dinner! Eloise prepared—”

“Notthatkind of hunger, silly,”he interjects through the mind link as he takes a majestic step forward. As large as I am, Flynn is still the biggest wolf in Blood Moon, towering above me so that I have to crane my neck to see into his eyes.

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