Chapter 0269

I can't decide whether to feel flattered or slighted that some of my pack members prefer confiding in Seraphina over me. Honestly, I've never witnessed a pack functioning with a Luna up close—only observed Adrian and Evelyn's dynamic from a distance. Until recently, every concern had to funnel through me alone. Part of me is relieved, but another part stings realizing how many wolves might have hesitated to approach me before. Perhaps certain matters truly do belong in a Luna's domain. Though it's an adjustment, my chest swells with pride seeing how naturally our pack has embraced Seraphina's guidance.

I curse myself for overlooking the Luna's office. The tradition had faded so long ago that the necessity never crossed my mind. Nathaniel practically vibrates with excitement when Genevieve offers assistance—exactly the role she'd fulfill if she accepts their mate bond.

He's confessed they've discussed it, and she's considering. As a human, the concept of fated mates is overwhelming. We wolves don't experience the slow burn of human courtship. Our bonds ignite instantly, an irresistible pull ordained by the Moon Goddess herself. Not that every werewolf honors this sacred connection—some arrogant fools believe themselves above destiny—but who are we to question divine pairing? Judging by my own mate, the Goddess's wisdom is flawless. Seraphina completes me in ways I never imagined.

At dawn, I verify Seraphina and Genevieve's arrangements before summoning Nathaniel to my office, surrendering his space to my mate. We review war strategies, scrutinize Dorian's border reinforcements, and coordinate Guardian-warrior training regimens.

Halfway through, Nathaniel's distracted silence becomes unbearable. "Out with it," I demand when he avoids my gaze for the third time.

His fingers tighten around his pen. "Genevieve refuses the fertility examination. It changes nothing for me, but...I'd like to know if fatherhood is possible."

"Suggest she speaks with Seraphina. Perhaps have my mate accompany her to the clinic." I lean forward, recognizing the deeper wound. "Their friendship forged in captivity may provide comfort your bond hasn't yet reached."

His coffee cup cracks under sudden pressure. "She's terrified of intimacy. They took her as a virgin teenager. That monster was her only..." He swallows hard. "I'd wait eternity if she needed. Marking her would be enough—just to show the world she's mine."

I arch a brow.

"Fine, I want everything," he growls. "But I'll settle for her accepting the bond. She already feels it—sleeps soundly only when I hold her, though she claims Magnus's presence would suffice." His smile turns feral. "We both know she's lying."