Moonborn Heir Novel Chapter 16 – We arrive at Lucian’s mansion, and I can’t help but let out a soft gasp.
“Lucian…it’s amazing,” I breathe, staring up at the grandeur of it all. I take in the intricate stonework, the sprawling gardens, the towering windows that catch the light just right. It’s more than a home; it’s a fortress, a sanctuary, a place of power and beauty woven together.
Lucian’s hand finds the small of my back, grounding me. “I’m glad you like it,” he says softly, his voice filled with a quiet pride. “I want this to feel like your home, too.”
My heart tightens at his words, and I let out a soft, almost wistful laugh. “I haven’t really had a home since…well, since I was a child,” I say, surprising myself with how easily the confession slips out. He looks over at me, his eyes gentle, searching. “What happened?”
I take a breath, feeling the weight of the memory settle over me. “My parents…they died when I was young. They were warriors, fighting against Darkfang, actually.” A small, bitter laugh escapes me, the irony not lost on me. “They were part of the Shadow Ridge forces in the War of the Fangs. They died in the final battle.”
Lucian stiffens beside me, his hand falling from my back as his expression shifts, a shadow crossing his face. “The Battle of Bloodmoon Ridge?” he asks.
I nod, and he studies me for a moment, his jaw tightening. “Your parents…What were their names?”“Alara and Darius Hale,” I say, feeling the weight of those names on my tongue, names I haven’t spoken out loud in years. “They were in the Shadowguard.”
Lucian’s gaze darkens, and I see something flicker in his eyes — a flash of realization, of regret. “Talia…I think…” He hesitates, his voice catching, as if he’s bracing himself. “I think my fatherwas the one who led the charge against the Shadowguard that day. He…he may have been the one who…killed your parents.”
A thick silence falls between us, and I feel the weight of his words settle over me, pressing down, mingling with the bittersweet memories of my parents. But then I look up at Lucian, at the remorse etched into his face, and something within me softens.
He didn’t choose this path, didn’t choose for us to be on opposite sides of a war that took so much from both of us. And here we are, brought together by a strange twist of fate, standing in the very place that symbolizes the life he built after all the bloodshed.
Slowly, I reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s the past, Lucian,” I say softly. “We can’t change what happened, but…maybe we can make something better now.” My words seem to ease the tension in his shoulders, and he squeezes my hand back, gratitude and something deeper flickering in his gaze.
Lucian brings his hand up to my cheek, his thumb brushing along my skin as he looks at me with an intensity that sends a shiver through me. “You’re incredible, Talia,” he murmurs. “To face all of that and still…still find it in you to forgive. To be here with me.” His voice is soft, filled with awe, as though he can hardly believe it himself.
I can’t hold back a smile as I lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his palm against my skin. “I feel it with every fiber of my being now, Lucian. This…” I lace my fingers into his. “This was meant to be,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “We were always meant to find each other. We were meant to forge this bond.” His gaze darkens, filled with a fierce intensity. “Then let me make this your home,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “Let me give you everything you deserve.”
Without another word, he bends down, sweeping me into his arms effortlessly. I let out a soft gasp, but then a laugh escapes me, one filled with the joy and wonder of this moment. He holds me close as he strides toward the door, his warmth wrapping around me, grounding me in the certainty of our bond.
As he carries me over the threshold, I feel a surge of emotions, a mix of awe and belonging that takes my breath away.
I’m here, in Lucian’s mansion, about to step into a life I never thought I’d have. He walks us down a long, elegantly decorated hallway until we reach a massive room with a large, inviting bed draped in dark, luxurious fabrics. Lucian looks at me, his eyes filled with desire and a softness I never expected.
“Let me show you to our bed, my Luna,” he murmurs, his voice rich with affection and promise.
My heart races as he lowers me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s slow, deep, and filled with a tenderness that takes my breath away. His hands trail down my sides, pulling me close against him, and I feel the warmth of his body, solid and comforting. The connection between us feels electric, almost fated, and as his lips move against mine, I lose myself in the certainty that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Lucian’s touch grows hungrier, more insistent, as he presses me back against the soft mattress. His lips leave mine to trace a path along my jaw, down to my neck, his breath hot against my skin, sending shivers through my body. I arch into him, my fingers threading through his hair as his hands slide beneath my shirt, his touch warm and reverent, almost as if he’s worshiping every inch of me.
“Talia…” he breathes against my skin, his voice thick with desire. “I want you,” he murmurs, his words carrying a raw intensity. “I want to show you what it means to be my mate, my Luna.” I shiver at his words, my pulse quickening as his hands move lower, fingers tracing over my hips with a possessive tenderness. Every touch feels like a promise, a silent vow binding us in ways I never thought possible.
I feel myself melting into him, allowing myself to surrender to the strength and security he offers, letting go of every doubt, every fear. His hands continue their exploration, his fingers skimming over my skin, igniting sparks of heat wherever they touch. I let out a soft sigh, my body responding to him, to the connection that feels ancient and inevitable. His mouth returns to mine, his kiss growing fiercer, his need mirroring my own as his weight presses against me, grounding me, surrounding me.
But just as his hands slide lower, pulling me closer…a sudden wave of nausea rises up in me, sharp and overwhelming. I barely have a moment to react before my stomach twists violently, and — oh, no — without warning, I’m doubling over, heaving uncontrollably. “Oh god…” I manage to gasp between waves, mortification crashing over me. “Lucian, I’m…I’m so sorry.” My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I look at the mess I’ve just made, my heart
sinking as I brace myself for his reaction.
But Lucian just chuckles softly, his hands immediately going to my shoulders, steadying me. “Talia, it’s alright,” he says gently, his tone filled with concern. “Don’t worry about it.” He reaches for a cloth, wiping my face with a tenderness that makes my chest ache, his gaze soft as he studies me.
“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of discomfort. “Maybe you should rest.” I nod, swallowing hard, feeling a fresh wave of dizziness wash over me. “I…I think you’re right,” I manage, my voice weak.
“Come,” he murmurs, guiding me to the bed with careful hands, his touch warm and reassuring. He helps me lie down, pulling the blankets up around me, his hand lingering on my cheek. “Get some sleep, Talia. Tonight will be an important and long night for you — your initiation as Luna and Commander of the Darkguard.”
I meet his gaze, gratitude flooding through me, and I reach up, squeezing his hand. “Thank you, Lucian,” I whisper, my heart full as I watch him. “For everything.” He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Rest, my Luna,” he murmurs, his voice gentle, reverent. “You’re safe here.”
As he steps back, I feel the exhaustion pull me under, but a strange sense of peace settles over me. With Lucian beside me, with this new life we’re creating together, maybe I finally have a home, a place where I belong.
Yet as I drift in and out of sleep, the reality of what’s coming settles heavily on my heart. Am I truly ready for this initiation, for a bond with Darkfang that will tie me to Lucian’s pack as one of their own? I’ve proven myself to them, but this isn’t just about proving strength. It’s about identity, about loyalty.
The faces of Shadow Ridge — the place I once called home — flash through my mind, stirring a sense of guilt I can’t shake. My family, my pack…everything I once knew feels further away with each step I take into this new life.
But I know fate has chosen this path for me, pushing me toward something I don’t yet understand. And for my child — for the Moonborn Heir — I must be strong. The thought steadies me, yet a sliver of unease lingers.
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