Chapter 0251

Valeria's power never ceases to astonish me. I don't know if these abilities were always within her, but they keep revealing themselves in the most unexpected ways. My mate is extraordinary—the most remarkable woman I've ever encountered. The Moon Goddess truly favored me when she bound our souls together.

The rest of my day is spent preparing for Seraphina's Luna ceremony. My own Alpha ascension was far from joyous—more of a grim necessity than a celebration. But for her, I want nothing less than perfection. Nearly a thousand werewolves have been invited, including members of Adrian and Evelyn's pack.

This morning, I met with Penelope to ensure the kitchen could handle tonight's feast. With Nathaniel occupied assisting Genevieve, I assigned Donovan to oversee the music, dance floor, and lighting.

While Seraphina trains with Gregory, I step outside to inspect the warriors setting up the stage. Speakers and lights are being arranged behind the packhouse. I inhale deeply, savoring the crisp air and the knowledge that in just a few hours, Seraphina will officially become my Luna. The weight that lifted when she took charge of the kitchen preparations was indescribable. For years, I've shouldered every responsibility alone—I hadn't realized how heavy the burden was until she shared it.

"Alpha." Nathaniel's hand lands on my shoulder.

I turn to face my Beta. "Nathaniel. Shouldn't you be with Genevieve?"

"She's resting. Thought I'd check if you needed help."

I scan the bustling preparations. "The flowers haven't arrived."

"On it." He pulls out his phone.

While he contacts the florist, I survey the progress. Everything is falling into place seamlessly. I can't tell if the pack is this enthusiastic because we haven't celebrated in years, or if it's Seraphina's influence. I hope it's the latter. A Luna who commands respect is vital for a strong pack.

"Flowers will be here in fifteen. What else?" Nathaniel asks.

"Honestly, everything else seems handled." For the first time in memory, I feel almost unnecessary.

"Good. Do you have the ceremonial knife and chalice?"

I snap my fingers. "The safe. Let's retrieve them."

After securing the final items, I tackle other pending tasks. Nathaniel and I work side by side until Genevieve stirs upstairs. "Go," I tell him with a smirk. "She comes first." Then, recalling our earlier conversation about mates, I add, "Starting to understand what I told you?"

"The mate bond... it's surreal, isn't it?"

"Incredibly so."

"Do you think... as a human... she'll ever feel it?" His voice is hesitant.

I meet his gaze squarely. "I believe she already does. Whether it's from prolonged exposure to vampires or something unique to her, the connection is there."

"Thanks, Alpha."

Later, I realize Seraphina has returned from training. She doesn't seek me out, which I take as a positive sign—she's growing comfortable in the packhouse and among our people. Knowing she'll come to me if needed, I finalize contingency plans for the impending vampire battle.

When I finish, I head upstairs. Steam curls from the bathroom doorway, and I lean against the frame, admiring my mate. Her body has transformed since her arrival—no longer gaunt, her curves softer, muscles more defined. She still needs to gain weight, but time will take care of that.