Threads of Destiny: A Valentine Bonus Story

Entwined in love, "Threads of Destiny: A Valentine Bonus Story" unfolds a romantic journey against a vibrant heart backdrop.

Chapter 1 - Evie

Winters in Bloodmoon have always been beautiful, but it’s the kind of beauty best shared with someone else. I had no someone else. I was alone in my tiny apartment, in that awkward in-between place where my wolf demanded companionship I still hadn’t found. I’m eighteen, living on my own for the first time, enrolled at the University of Portland for music…and mateless. It was lonely in ways I couldn’t describe to my friends. At university, my classmates saw a seemingly normal freshman, a girl with a bright smile, wavy brown hair, and a knack for the cello. They didn’t see how my wolf, Noria, prowled inside me, restless and craving that fabled mate bond.

It was a Friday night, one I should have spent partying or doing anything with friends. Instead, I planned an evening of tragic solitude. I’d just flopped onto my sofa, halfheartedly scrolling through Netflix. My reflection in the dark TV screen caught my eye first: hair tumbling past my shoulders in loose brown waves, warm-toned skin with a slight glow from a day spent outside, and a faint flush in my cheeks. I suppose I might’ve looked healthy, even content, but it was deceptive—my lips were pressed into a self-conscious line. A bright smile doesn’t come as easily when you’re alone.

I wasn’t in pajamas yet, but I was wearing an oversized hoodie, the kind of cozy thing you want to bury yourself in during a cold, drizzly Oregon evening. I planned to binge Bridgerton, that ridiculous but completely addicting show, bury my feelings in some junk food, and ignore the twinge in my chest that wanted someone else’s warmth. Everyone in my pack—and I do mean everyone—seemed to be celebrating with mates or significant others. My phone pinged every few minutes with pictures: couples in fancy restaurants, couples laughing in the snow, couples exchanging early Valentine’s gifts. Meanwhile, I was single, in a tiny one-bedroom apartment, half-resenting the notion of romance. 

I couldn’t help daydreaming about the one person I’d never quite let go: Sophie Blanchett. She and I met three years ago when she traveled as Chloé and Célia’s nanny. Before she moved back to France, we’d become friends. Even from the start, I found her mesmerizing: long, dark hair with a lovely shimmer, lightly tanned skin that always held a subtle flush, and a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. She had light, almost storm-gray eyes that could switch between playful and pensive in a heartbeat. The memory of her wide, genuine smile still gave me butterflies. We’d kept in touch via chat and sporadic calls, but there was no realistic chance of being anything but friends—she was an ocean away. That didn’t stop me from crushing on her in the quiet hours of the night. If it had been up to me, she and I would at least be in the same city, if not in each other’s arms.

My phone rang, and I jumped as if I were caught doing something forbidden. The screen lit up with my older brother Rohan’s name, and I quickly answered.

“Hey, Rohan.” I sighed, wondering if he needed me to babysit my nieces—Chloé and Célia again. I loved them, but that was usually the only time he called out of the blue.

“Evie, you busy?” His voice was warm but rushed. I pictured him chasing the five-year-olds around, possibly helping them build some elaborate pillow fort.

I forced a cheerful note. “No more than usual on a Friday night.” My pitiful attempt at humor. I knew exactly how the next part would go. “What’s up? Need a babysitter so you can take Shikoba out for Valentine’s Day?”

He gave a small laugh. “That was my first plan, but our parents offered to watch them. I’m calling about something else. The mate gathering’s in Silverclaw tomorrow—”

“Yes.” I tried not to let my groan leak through. “Hard to forget. My friends have been obsessing about it for weeks.” Mate gatherings were a big deal, though I dreaded them. Everyone was so eager, so certain they’d find their mate. That kind of hype made me anxious. 

Rohan continued. “Right, so an old friend is flying in for the event. Sophie Blanchett.” He paused meaningfully. “She reached out to me and said she’d land at Portland International Airport tomorrow. She asked if anyone could pick her up. Since you have more free time, I immediately thought of you, and you two were always close.”

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. “Sophie’s coming here?” 

“She is,” he confirmed, and I could hear him smiling on the other end. “Her flight gets in around noon tomorrow. Think you can help her out?”

“Yes—yes, absolutely,” I blurted, almost too fast. The phone nearly slipped from my grip as my palms went clammy. Sophie was coming back to Bloodmoon. She was so much more than an “old friend” to me, though I doubted Rohan grasped just how big my crush was. “I mean, I’d love to.”

“Great,” Rohan said, relief in his voice. “I’ll send you the details. Thanks, sis. Appreciate it.”

We said our goodbyes, and I put my phone down, heart hammering like a frantic drumline. It felt surreal, the kind of news that resets your entire weekend. I was no longer lonely Evie with a half-eaten bag of potato chips. Suddenly, I was Evie, anticipating the arrival of a gorgeous, long-distance friend I’d been half in love with since we met.

I couldn’t help it: I squealed aloud. I’m glad no one was around to see me bounce like a fool across my living room. My reflection in the mirror next to my front door almost made me laugh—I looked like a giddy teenager, cheeks flushed, brown eyes bright with excitement. My hair was an unruly mess around my shoulders, but I barely cared. Sophie was coming. To Bloodmoon. Tomorrow.

That night, I hardly slept. The old fantasies I used to entertain came rushing back. Maybe she’d catch sight of me, smile that devastating smile, and before I knew it, we’d be having coffee, strolling the city, ignoring the mate gathering in favor of reuniting. Only it couldn’t be that simple, right? For all I knew, she was still searching for her mate (and wasn’t that the whole point of her trip?). She might have zero interest in me beyond friendship.

But something in me longed for more. Was it foolish to picture Sophie’s face lighting up at the sight of me, the curve of her lips telling me she’d missed me just as intensely?

I decided to try if there was the slightest chance of making an impression. So the next morning, I yawned through my early classes, mind spinning with possibilities. Back at my apartment, I raked my fingers through my brown waves, hoping they would cooperate. I rarely put much thought into my looks—my wolfish genetics kept me fit, and I was usually content with a hint of tinted lip balm and calling it a day. But now I toyed with the idea of makeup. Should I accentuate my eyes? My cheeks? I eventually decided on a minimal approach, not wanting to look out of character. My reflection showed the typical me: big brown eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, and hair that cascaded around my face in gentle waves. A swirl of nervous excitement flipped my stomach.

Winter in Oregon meant I had to consider warmth. My usual uniform involved a simple sweater or a cozy jacket. I settled on my thick coat with the fur-lined hood, figuring it was functional enough for the damp chill and possibly looked decently put together. But as noon approached, I realized I was running out of time. Traffic in Portland can be unpredictable. 

Cursing under my breath, I grabbed my keys, scarf, and gloves, then dashed out. Every red light was personally conspiring to delay me. When I pulled into the parking garage at Portland International Airport, the clock on my dash read 12:25. My heart rate soared. I jogged through the concourse, weaving around travelers dragging suitcases, trying not to collide with families hugging and chatting. The overhead announcer’s voice reverberated in the busy terminal, but I could barely pick out any words over the rush of blood in my ears. Sophie’s flight should have landed a while ago—was she waiting for me?

I passed the arrivals board, searching for her flight number, but a sudden, hypnotic scent stopped me in my tracks. It pierced through the usual airport mix of cleaning fluid, coffee, and food-court grease—something infinitely more enticing. It reminded me of night-blooming flowers after a fresh rain but with an undercurrent of something warm and sweet. A tingle shot through my limbs, and my wolf, Noria, stirred to life inside me.

‘Mate,’ she growled, her voice firm and certain in my mind.

My heart thundered. Mate? Now? Here? That impossible dream I’d often harbored soared up in my chest. My entire being lit up with an electric pull. Without thinking, I pivoted toward the origin of that beautiful, feminine fragrance. It felt like a thread tethered me, reeling me in. I pushed through the throng of people, not even checking faces yet, simply following that intoxicating scent.

Noria nearly howled with longing. My breath came fast and shallow. I could feel my wolf’s excitement, her unwavering conviction that I had stumbled onto my destiny. The next second, I caught sight of a tall, graceful figure with glossy dark hair falling past her shoulders. Even from behind, something about her elegant and relaxed posture sent sparks down my spine. Then she turned, scanning the crowd.

My breath caught painfully. Sophie.  

She was more radiant than the last time I saw her. Her hair was a deep, inky black, framing her face in a sleek curtain that contrasted with her lightly tanned skin. A smattering of freckles across her nose gave her a playful, down-to-earth appeal, though everything else about her exuded confidence. Those eyes, a vivid, stormy gray, flicked around in search of someone—maybe me. Her cheeks, lightly bronzed even in winter, hinted at time spent outdoors or an active lifestyle. The moment she looked up, her gaze locked on mine.

She froze, lips parting, as if she, too, realized something had shifted in the air. Even across the distance of a few yards, I could see her chest rise with a shaky breath. Time seemed to stall. The crowd and noise of the airport faded, and all that remained was the two of us. My wolf roared in triumph.

‘Mate,’ Noria repeated in my head, joyous and reverent.

Could it be her? Sophie was my mate? The improbable realization both terrified and thrilled me. I stepped forward, wanting to close the distance but fearing what this meant for us. She, too, took a hesitant step. Then, her expression burst with recognition and an indescribable joy. A dazzling smile curved her full lips.

Chapter 2 - Sophie

Standing in my childhood bedroom in Paris, I considered canceling my flight for a Valentine’s Day mate gathering in Washington. My father insisted I wouldn’t meet my mate if I stayed in Les Hurleurs Sanctifiés, the pack I grew up in. At twenty-one, I was well past the age when many wolves find their mates; friends had found theirs by eighteen or nineteen. My mother encouraged me, saying the bond was worth the effort. So, as Valentine’s Day approached, I gave in and booked my flight to Portland, Oregon, the nearest major airport to the Silverclaw Pack in Washington.

It all made sense on paper: attend the mate gathering, meet wolves from other packs, and perhaps walk away with the partner fate had promised me since birth. In my heart, though, I was nervous. What if it turned out the same as all the other mate gatherings? What if I left, still feeling that lonely ache in my chest? I pushed away the thought as best I could.

The flight was long—from Paris to Amsterdam and then to Portland. Despite my attempts to sleep, my wolf, Jacinthe, was restless, sensing something ahead. During the layover at the Amsterdam airport, I grabbed a coffee while anxious questions buzzed: Would I find my mate? Would they like me? My parents claimed the mate bond was unmistakable, but I had no personal experience to confirm that.

I remembered my time with the Bloodmoon Pack, where I worked as a nanny for Rohan Rock’s twin daughters. I formed lasting memories with Rohan’s younger sister, Evie, who had been warm and kind, though I never felt a mate bond with her. After our summer together, life moved on—I returned to France, and Evie started university in Portland. I hoped to see her during my visit.

Upon arriving in Portland, exhausted and groggy, I headed to baggage claim, where everything changed. An exquisite scent overwhelmed me, cutting through the airport’s usual smells. My breath caught as Jacinthe surged to attention, urging me to scan the crowd for its source.

‘Mate…’ Jacinth growled.

The single word rumbled from my wolf, jolting every nerve. My heart jumped so violently that I nearly dropped my carry-on. I sniffed again, zeroing in on that tantalizing fragrance. My mission to find Rohan or my suitcase vanished from my mind. Nothing mattered except following that scent. My pulse thundered in my ears as I pressed forward, weaving around travelers and overhead signs.

Then I saw her—a slim figure, warm brown hair cascading around her shoulders, rummaging for something in her coat pocket as she checked the arrivals board. She looked older than I remembered, which was no surprise; she had grown up in my absence. Even from across the terminal, I felt an instant jolt of recognition and disbelief. Evie? How could she be here—and how on earth could she be the one exuding that mesmerizing, feminine-wild fragrance?

Her head swiveled as if she sensed my stare. Our eyes met, and electricity crackled between us. In that second, the world around us seemed to shrink to a pinpoint. My breath caught painfully in my throat. Could my old friend be the very mate I’d spent years searching for?

I forced myself to speak over the bustle of travelers. “Evie,” I called, voice almost drowned out. Yet her gaze lit instantly as though I were the only sound she could hear.

“Sophie,” she breathed, color flooding her cheeks. She took a hesitant step closer. I could almost taste her floral rain scent, which grew stronger with every inch she closed. It made my heart flutter wildly.

I set my carry-on down, my hands shaking. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Evie’s face. She was taller now, with the delicate arch of her brows and warm, steady eyes. The freckles on her cheeks only deepened her natural beauty. My wolf howled with pleasure, urging me closer.

I swallowed, voice quavering with shock. “This is… I don’t know how to—” Emotions whirled inside me, half delight, half incredulity. “Evie, I’ve missed you so much, but this… your scent is different. I—it’s drawing me in.” Tears burned at the edges of my eyes. “Are we… mates?”

Evie seemed equally spellbound. “Yes,” she whispered. “I think so. I—I can’t believe it. But I know it. My wolf recognized you the moment I stepped into the airport.”

The tension shattered with a rush of joyous laughter—part sob, part relief. I closed the distance and wrapped my arms around her. She pulled me into the solid warmth of her winter coat, her heartbeat hammering in time with mine. My wolf exulted, the emptiness I’d felt for years crumbling away like a broken shell. She was mine. I was hers.

Eventually, I pulled back just enough to see her face. I brushed my fingertips across her cheek, marveling at the glow in her eyes. “Your hair’s a bit longer,” I murmured, smiling shakily. “But everything else… that same glow… it’s all you, Evie. The same girl I remembered, only more beautiful.”

She swallowed hard, tears glinting. “You look incredible,” she whispered, resting her hand on my shoulder. A shiver of desire raced through me. “I’ve spent the last few years imagining how you might’ve changed. It’s like you stepped right out of my dreams.”

We exchanged a trembling laugh, our emotions almost too big to fit in our bodies. The airport noise gradually returned, reminding us of the crowds pressing by on either side. Evie cleared her throat, stepping back. “We should probably get out of here. I just—there’s so much to say.”

I nodded, wiping moisture from my eyes. “Yes, let’s. My luggage—” I remembered belatedly that my suitcase still circled on the carousel. We hurried over, and Evie hefted it onto a cart, her movements deft but charged with underlying excitement. Every passing second, the mate bond pulsed between us, a heady mixture of comfort and electric current.

Once outside, the February chill of Oregon stung my skin, and a dusting of slushy snow clung to the sidewalks. Evie led me to an older sedan, our gazes flicking toward each other with giddy smiles. We loaded my things into the trunk and slid into the car’s relative warmth. The heater coughed to life, blowing air that smelled faintly of dust and upholstery. Yet beneath it, I caught that same floral-rain note that marked her presence.

We sat for a moment, neither of us quite ready to speak, just staring. Evie’s cheeks were rosy from the cold or maybe from exhilaration. “I… I never dared hope this would be the case,” she admitted softly. “I came to pick you up expecting to see an old friend.” She huffed a small laugh. “My parents and brother teased I should go to the Silverclaw gathering, too. I was dreading it—I thought it would be another failed attempt for me to find a mate. I never knew it was you all along.”

A surge of warmth spread through my chest. “I only came because my parents insisted on the mate gathering,” I said. “If I’d known… I could have saved thousands of euros on plane tickets and hours of travel.” I tried to make light of it, but my voice wobbled. “I’ve been lonely, Evie. And all this time, maybe our paths were meant to cross again.”

She blushed, twisting the key and guiding the car onto the snowy ramp that led out of the airport parking. “I’ve been lonely too,” she confessed in a near whisper. “I tried not to think about you too often, telling myself it was just a childhood crush. But it never really went away.”

My heart soared. Memories flashed of those evenings in the Bloodmoon home, playing quiet lullabies for the twins, with Evie perched nearby, strumming a guitar or listening intently. I’d never realized how significant those moments were until now. The mate bond turned them from fond recollections into pieces of a larger, inevitable puzzle.

She paused at a stoplight, her hand drifting to mine on the console. The intimacy of her touch made me shiver pleasantly. “I have a small apartment near Mount Hood,” she said. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to stay with me or head straight to the Silverclaw event. I guess we can figure it out on the way.”

I squeezed her fingers. “I want to be where you are. That’s all I know right now.”

Relief washed over her as she drove onto the highway, merging into traffic with city lights flickering like distant fireflies. A comfortable silence lingered between us, broken only by questions about her music studies and life in France. Yet, beneath the small talk was an unspoken truth—we were mates.

We wound along roads lined with evergreens and snow as we left the city behind. I stole glances at Evie, noting her jaw’s gentle curve and poise. We stopped at a coffee stand, where she grabbed a hot chocolate while I fought my jetlag with an espresso. Back on the road, the night deepened under a velvety indigo sky, but I felt cozy and safe as if our car was a cocoon on the way to a shared destiny.

She turned to me at a red light, her eyes dancing. “Are you still going to the gathering?” she asked softly. “I won’t be offended if you want to. I know you came all this way.”

A laugh escaped me. “It feels silly now. I already found what I was looking for. If you want to drop by to see your pack or old friends, I’ll go with you. But I’m not sure I need a formal introduction to my mate anymore.”

Evie reached across the center console, intertwining our fingers. “Then we can decide later,” she said, smiling. “For now, let’s just… enjoy this.”

Soon, we arrived at a modest complex by tall pines. Evie parked by a flickering streetlamp, and we entered the brisk air. I helped carry my suitcase upstairs. The narrow hallway smelled of old carpet, but I didn’t mind; anticipation buzzed through me.

Her apartment door opened to a cozy space with a small couch, a worn rug, and a music stand. A guitar leaned against the wall, and a cello case rested nearby, filled with Evie’s comforting scent. She switched on a lamp, filling the room with a warm glow.

I set my suitcase down and turned to her, the silence thick with promise. My wolf, Jacinthe, purred in contentment, and I took a cautious step forward, my heart pounding in my ears.

Evie seemed to sense the same pull. She closed the distance, sliding her arms around my waist. Her expression brimmed with astonishment and happiness. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered.

I nestled against her shoulder, inhaling the floral rain scent that now felt like home. “Me too,” I murmured, tears prickling my eyes again. “This is everything I never dared hope for.”

She tightened her hold, and we stood in the hush of her apartment while winter raged outside. The Moon Goddess had guided me across the globe to the friend I’d never truly let go. We would navigate my parents’ expectations tomorrow, though I doubted they anticipated my mate would be a woman. For now, all I cared about was the comforting thrum of our bond.

Eventually, Evie drew back, brushing her thumb along my cheek. Her brown eyes glowed with unshed tears and quiet conviction. “No more lonely nights,” she said softly as if reading my thoughts.

“No more lonely nights,” I echoed, a smile trembling on my lips. With that, we closed the final space between us, letting everything else disappear. In this small apartment at the foot of Mount Hood, I was exactly what I’d been searching for: my mate, my missing piece, my forever.

Chapter 3 - Evie

I stood in the doorway of my apartment, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure Sophie could hear it. The overhead lamp cast a warm light across the living room, illuminating the scattered evidence of my messy lifestyle—music sheets, guitar cables, and a precariously tilted cello case. She and I had come all this way—quite literally, on her part—and the reality that she was truly here, in my space, felt surreal.

Sophie’s breath fanned across my cheek as she leaned in, and the tension in the air crackled with electric anticipation. My pulse raced, every inch of me straining toward her. The fresh scent of her skin—warm and a little sweet—curled around my senses, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. Her gray-blue eyes searched my face, and I realized she was waiting for me to close the final gap between us.

I whispered her name, unable to control the tremor in my voice. The corner of her mouth quirked with the slightest hint of a smile, and I felt a surge of daring race through me. Gathering my courage, I slid my hands around her waist, tugging her gently forward. The soft fabric of her sweater bunched beneath my fingers, and she inhaled sharply at the contact.

For a second, we both hesitated, suspended in a breathless hush. My wolf, Noria, practically purred inside my chest, urging me to press my mouth to Sophie’s. That single point of contact would mark a beginning we’d both wanted—even if we never realized it until now.

I tilted my head, and our lips finally met. Sparks erupted in my veins, a rush of warmth so intense I nearly forgot to breathe. Sophie’s hands rose to cradle my jaw, her fingertips soft against my skin. A quiet sigh escaped her, melting something deep inside me. All those years of distant daydreams condensed into this dizzying moment of contact. My heart felt ready to burst with an emotion too big for words.

A hum of pleasure swept through me, and I tightened my hold on Sophie, my heartbeat tumbling over itself in frantic excitement. The taste of her, the rhythm of our mouths moving so naturally, sent shivers skittering down my spine. Every sense sharpened—her silky hair under my palms, the faint scent of vanilla, the whisper of her breath when we paused for just a beat.

Then, I shifted my foot and banged my ankle against my cello case, perched precariously near the coffee table. Before I could catch myself, I stumbled sideways, dragging Sophie with me in an attempt to stay upright. A startled yelp broke our kiss, and we toppled onto the sofa with a thump.

For a moment, we just lay there in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, staring at each other in wide-eyed astonishment. My cheeks burned, but I couldn’t hold back a grin. Sophie giggled, tucking her long hair behind her ear. 

“Well,” she said, a sparkle in her eyes, “if that’s how our first kiss goes, I can’t wait to see what happens next.”

I untangled my limbs from Sophie’s, giggling at the tangle of arms and legs we had become. My heart still thudded from the delicious rush of our kiss—and the near-disaster of toppling over my cello case. Her cheeks were tinted pink, and I doubted mine looked any cooler. We took a moment to steady ourselves, perched on the edge of my sofa, catching our breath in fits of shy laughter.

A random chord sheet slid off the cushions, flopping onto the floor. “Sorry,” I muttered, bending to pick it up. “This place is kind of a mess.” I tossed the papers onto a side table, still feeling a faint tremor in my hands.

Sophie shook her head, a small smile curving her lips. “It feels cozy,” she said, glancing around at the well-worn furniture and the collage of photos pinned to a corkboard near the kitchenette.

The remainder of real-life nudged at me—travel likely made her hungry, and it occurred to me I hadn’t offered her anything. I stood quickly, brushing invisible dust from my jeans. “Let me get us something to eat,” I offered, my voice still slightly breathless. “I’ve got sandwich fixings… or maybe soup?”

She nodded, expression warm. “Whatever’s easiest. Don’t go to any trouble.”

The tension between us crackled like a faint electric current, still present even though we’d shifted from stumbling kisses to domestic tasks. I entered my cramped kitchenette, opening cabinets to find a halfway-decent snack. My thoughts were a chaotic swirl: the delight of finally holding Sophie, the shock of discovering our mate bond, the yearning for more.

While I fussed over a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches on my tiny stove, Sophie wandered around, glancing at the framed pictures on my wall. My throat felt tight, and I was aware of her in every sense. Her footsteps paused at one corner of the room, and I heard a soft intake of breath.

I was about to ask if she saw something interesting when warmth enveloped me from behind. Sophie’s arms slid around my waist, pulling me close, and I let out a startled gasp. Her breath brushed the side of my neck. “I just…” she whispered, “I needed to be closer to you.”

My heart jolted. I let myself melt back against Sophie, turning off the stove so I wouldn’t burn anything. That feeling of her body pressed to mine sent molten sparks through my veins, the bond thrumming in my chest. I let out a shaky exhale. “I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured, covering her hands with mine.

Reluctantly, we separated long enough for me to plate the sandwiches and pour two glasses of water. We returned to the sofa—an old, lumpy thing that creaked alarmingly if you sat on one side. I flicked on a small speaker, letting a quiet jazz tune drift through the apartment.

We ate side by side, knees brushing, and every casual touch felt charged. Sophie’s fingers grazed mine when she reached for her water, and a shiver of awareness skated through me. We talked in hushed voices, catching up on mundane details about our lives, but the tension never vanished. My wolf hummed, impatient, and the slightest shift of Sophie’s weight sent my senses spinning. She glowed even in the soft lamplight—a magnet I couldn’t resist.

When our plates were empty, I dared another glance at her, pulse-pounding. The look in her eyes mirrored my longing. We might have been sitting quietly, but the pull of that bond was an unspoken promise that soon, we’d close the gap again.

When I set our plates on the coffee table, I realized neither cared about the food anymore. We had been trying for politeness, nibbling at grilled cheese as if we weren’t both charged with a current of unspoken longing. I caught Sophie’s gaze and saw the same breathless anticipation reflected there that vibrated through my body. My chest felt tight with longing and relief as if an entire avalanche of need was about to break loose.

I swallowed, my wolf, Noria, urging me forward. Slowly, I rose from my seat and moved closer, my knees brushing Sophie’s. Her eyes flicked to my mouth, then back up, and heat flared in my core. I instinctively swung one leg over her lap, settling in a tentative straddle. The cushion gave slightly under us, and a new wave of tension sizzled through the air. She inhaled sharply. Her hands moved to rest lightly on my hips, fingers flexing.

My voice came out in a husky whisper. “I can’t pretend I don’t want this. I always have,” I admitted, pulse thundering. “Even when you first left… I never stopped thinking about you. About us, or at least what we could be. I guess I convinced myself it was impossible… but now you’re here. We’re here.”

Sophie’s breath caught. Her cheeks were tinted with that appealing blush I’d come to adore. “Evie…” she began softly, something vulnerable in her expression.

I felt my heart flutter. “You have no idea how many nights I fell asleep wishing you’d walk through my door. I wanted you for so long. When I saw you at the airport… I thought I was dreaming.” I let out a shaky laugh, my eyes flicking to the curve of her lips. “I can’t believe you’re mine. My mate.”

She let out a soft, breathy sound and cupped my cheek. “I admit, I thought of you more often than I’d like to admit. Little memories of you would randomly pop up, and I always brushed them aside. I never considered… that it could lead us here.”

A tender smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “But I’m so happy it did.”

Something in my chest soared at her words. I let out a trembling breath, leaning forward. Our noses grazed, and warm breaths mingled. I drank in the sight of her half-lidded eyes, her parted lips, and my wolf clamoring for more contact. “Me too,” I whisper, closing the distance.

The kiss was urgent and soft, a clash of pent-up longing and gentle exploration. Sophie’s hands slid up my back, pulling me closer, while mine pressed to the sides of her face, framing her features as though I were afraid she’d disappear. Each brush of her lips, every soft sound she made, fed the fire inside me.

We poured years of unspoken yearning into that embrace, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world—two halves finally meeting in a tender and electric moment.

Sophie’s fingers curled in the fabric of my shirt, deepening our kiss until I almost forgot everything—where we were, what time it was, and that our half-eaten dinner lay abandoned on the table. Her lips were warm and sure, igniting little sparks wherever they met mine. I found myself clinging to her shoulders, pressing closer as heat pooled low in my belly.

When we finally paused, breathing hard, her eyes flicked around the cramped living room.

Our legs bumped the coffee table, half a foot from my precariously balanced cello case.

She laughed softly. “Maybe we need somewhere less… crowded,” she suggested, her voice thick with desire.

I swallowed, glancing toward the short hallway that led to my bedroom. Nervous excitement flared in my chest. I’d never brought anyone back here to my private space. Not because I hadn’t been with other women—I had, in moments of fleeting experimentation—but I had always kept things casual, letting desire burn hot for a night and then slip away. Bringing someone into my bedroom felt like a confession, an offering of trust that lasted longer than a single fling.

And Sophie wasn’t just anyone. She was my mate, the one I’d dreamed of without even realizing it. The weight of that truth made my pulse pound.

I exhaled a trembling breath, my nose still brushing hers. “Yeah,” I managed, “let’s… let’s move somewhere… bigger.”

She stood with me, our hands linked, as I guided her through the dim hallway. My heart raced at the thought of what lay ahead. With each step, I glanced at the scuffed floor and photos by the door—memories of my pack friends and my first cello recital. I had always wished for someone special to share these memories with, and now Sophie was here, making the moment feel surreal.

In my softly lit bedroom, a gentle glow cast over the rumpled sheets and my cluttered desk filled with notes and music books. I felt embarrassed for the mess, but the eager look in Sophie’s eyes quickly eased it.

Her arm slid around my waist. “Hey,” she murmured, sensing my hesitation. “It’s just us. This is perfect.”

Emboldened, I nodded, stepping into the room and pulling her closer. My pulse throbbed, a wild drumbeat inside my ribcage. “I… never brought anyone here,” I admitted quietly. “I’ve messed around, but it never meant enough to risk—” My cheeks warmed. “This is different.”

Sophie lifted her free hand to cup my cheek, her thumb stroking softly. “We’ll figure it out together,” she promised, voice steady despite the glimmer of anticipation in her gaze.

My wolf pulsed with agreement, yearning for whatever was to come. And as I reached behind Sophie to push the door shut, I knew we stood on the precipice of something that would change our lives forever.

Chapter 4 - Sophie

Evie placed her hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My heart fluttered, filled with anticipation. Her gaze dropped to my lips, the questions swirling in her mind. Before she could speak, I gripped her sweater and pulled her closer, our torsos bumping together. A soft gasp escaped her, and our restraint snapped.

We kissed hungrily, with a fervor that bordered on desperation. All the pent-up longing, the nights I’d lain awake in France, imagining my mate and our first night together, now guided every motion. The taste of her lips intoxicated me, and I sighed against her mouth, letting her slip her arms around my waist. A strangled moan escaped my throat when her fingers skated under my sweater, brushing the warm skin beneath.

Between kisses, we shed more layers. First, my sweater, then hers, tossed onto the floor. A flush heated my skin when I realized I was standing here in my bra and pants. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt self-conscious, but Evie’s gaze banished every shred of doubt.

Her eyes glowed with admiration and hunger. She pressed another heated kiss to my mouth before trailing her lips along my jaw. She nipped at my earlobe, and I squirmed, accidentally bumping the door with a soft thud. She let out a breathless laugh, the sound sending shivers through me. 

“Maybe… bed?” she suggested, voice thick.

I nodded, unable to form words, as we entered Evie’s small bedroom. The lamp’s soft glow illuminated a snug bed and twinkling lights, stirring excitement and nerves in my stomach. I knew this night would redefine our relationship. 

Sensing my hesitation, Evie squeezed my hand. “It’s just us,” she whispered. “We can go as slow as we want.” 

My heart swelled at her tenderness. “I don’t want to slow down,” I admitted, heat pooling in my belly. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” 

Her cheeks reddened as she guided me to the bed. I sank, watching her kneel beside me. Her eyes were full of devotion as she brushed my hair back. My wolf howled in delight, urging me to close the distance.

Evie was my junior, and I wasn’t sure how much experience she had. She was about to turn sixteen when I left. I knew she was a lesbian and admired her boldness, unlike my secretive nature. I’ve been with women outside of my pack, fearing the risk of my family discovering my sexuality. As their only child, my parents expected me to mate a male and continue our bloodline.

All worries about my family’s reaction to me being mated to a female faded with Evie’s kisses and caresses. In a flurry of kisses, we peeled away jeans, underthings, and every remaining barrier until we were skin to skin, heart to heart. The contact flooded me with warmth and security like I had finally come home. The bed dipped beneath us, springs creaking in mild protest.

We moved in a delicious cycle of discovery, our bodies responding with a fervor that bordered on reverence. There was no rush, only a deepening dance of affection guided by the unspoken knowledge that we were mates. As amazing as it felt to explore Evie’s body and be explored by her, it drove me crazy with the need for more than teasing. 

At one point, we shifted so that Evie hovered above me. I watched her, enthralled by the flushed pink of her cheeks, her slightly parted lips, the luminous tenderness in her gaze. I licked my lips, loving how the weight of her body on mine felt, how it felt for her breasts to press into mine, and while the contact was unintentional, it sent shock waves of desire to my pussy eager for her touch.

We breathed each other in momentarily, foreheads touching, our bodies molding with effortless harmony. A soft moan escaped my lips as Evie kissed down my body, and her mouth found my aching breast. My body arched into her touch, my hands digging into her hair as I moaned her name. I felt her smile against my breast, then flicked my hard nipple with her tongue, making me gasp in pleasure. 

She hummed against my sensitive skin as she moved to give my other breast the same blissful torture. Just as I was about to plead for her for more, her lips moved lower, kissing a trail down my belly. My legs parted further in anticipation of what would come next. It’s like this woman enjoys tormenting me. Her mouth kissed and nipped at my inner thighs, her fingers rubbing along the edges of my entrance yet never touching where I wanted and so desperately needed her to. 

Once again, as my patience was on the verge of breaking, Evie gave me what I needed. Her delicate fingers slipped into my core with their well-honed dexterity from years of playing cello and guitar. I knew she was talented with her music, but I hadn’t realized or considered how that talent would reflect and impact how well she could play my body. 

Every twirl, flick, and trust of her fingers had me moaning in different keys. I could only hope the walls in her apartment were thick. If not, I hope her neighbors enjoy the symphony of my moans. When her mouth and tongue joined her fingers, I hit notes only dogs could hear. As I shook with my orgasm, I couldn’t even think of the name, let alone the face of the last person I slept with.

The hush in the room grew charged. I’ve had my pleasure at Evie’s hands, and it was time to turn the tables. My wolf was all about this plan as Evie moved back up my body. As Evie shyly met my eyes, I pulled her into a kiss, distracting her before I flipped us to have my turn to taste and explore her body. Soon, her moans created a beautiful symphony in the room, weaving a tapestry of sound I wanted to make as an infinite loop playlist. 

After I gave Evie the same satisfying pleasure she’d given me, I kissed up her body and moved to lay beside her. We melted into each other, time losing meaning. My wolf felt satiated yet riled, entirely enthralled by the closeness of her mate. My entire being hummed with the knowledge that this was meant to complete something that had long been missing.

Then, in a sudden rush, I felt a quiver in Evie’s frame. Her breath hitched, and she pulled back slightly, eyes wide with wonder.

“Sophie,” she rasped, voice gone husky. “My teeth—I feel them… shifting.” Her hand flew to her mouth as though trying to contain the visibly elongating canines.

My pulse raced, and I recognized the sign. As all werewolves do, our primal instincts urged us to mark one another and forge our unbreakable bond. My heartbeat pounded with anticipation and a hint of fear. This was more than a vow; biting and marking meant sharing power and creating a lasting connection.

Evie’s eyes flashed gold, and a low growl vibrated in her throat, thick with need. I nodded, offering her reassurance, and tilted my head, baring the hollow of my neck.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Do it.”

She bent over me with reverence, lips skimming the column of my throat, her warm breath sending shivers along my skin. Then her canines sank in—firm but not cruel—and a quick stab of pain morphed into a heady wave of pleasure. I gasped, my fingers clutching at her shoulders. A brilliant surge of energy roared through me, lighting up every nerve like a spark racing across a fuse. Our mate bond was half completed, pouring into the open channel.

I felt Evie’s presence in my mind—a swirl of emotions and love so strong it made me tremble. My wolf howled in triumph, delight, and utter acceptance. I sensed Evie’s wolf, Noria, echoing that joy. The bite pulsed a fierce brand of devotion. My blood thrummed with new vitality as though I were suddenly more alive.

When Evie lifted her mouth, a thin trail of blood glistened at her lips. The ancient werewolf magic recognized our bond, and I was eager to see my mark on her. We locked eyes, panting as sparks lingered. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, and the tremble in her arms revealed her feelings. I gently rolled us, guiding her onto her back, her hair fanned out like a halo. 

I kissed her lips, then traced the curve of her neck. My breath caught; everything in me yearned to mark her as she had marked me. 

‘Yes, now,’ Jacinthe growled. 

Evie turned her head slightly, granting me access to that vulnerable spot. I exhaled, then bit down. Her cry mingled with my groan of ecstasy. The taste of her blood, laced with the power of the bond, ignited every cell. Another torrent of shared sensation swept us up, sharper than before, like an unstoppable wave crashing over us. I felt her soul twining with mine, the intangible connection glowing as bright as the sun behind my eyelids. Emotions, thoughts, and love merged in a heady swirl that pushed us to the brink.

As Evie sank her teeth into my neck again, we tumbled over that edge together, tension snapping and giving way to sweet relief. I clung to her, moaning her name, barely aware of the tears on my cheeks. A brilliant aura of warmth and belonging enveloped us, and for a few glorious heartbeats, the world turned weightless. Our hearts pounded in unison, our bodies arched in shared release, and our souls, at last, were one.

Time blurred. I heard my breath coming in a sharp burst and felt Evie’s chest heave beneath me. Slowly, the world came into focus again. She exhaled a shaky laugh, trailing her fingers through my hair as I collapsed at her side. The wounds on our necks stung faintly but were already healing. My entire being hummed with a sense of completeness so profound that I couldn’t speak at first.

When I finally managed to lift my head, she looked at me with tears shining in her eyes. I brushed them away, my thumb lingering on the softness of her cheek. 

“You okay?” I whispered, still breathless.

She nodded, voice trembling with awe. “I feel incredible. I feel you inside me—like I can sense your heart beating with mine.”

Her words sparked my awareness, and I felt her comforting presence in my mind. The leftover electricity from our bond made my skin tingle as I kissed her forehead and curled against her. Wrapped in warm blankets that smelled of Evie’s perfume, we exchanged soft kisses and laughter, celebrating our connection as mates. My wolf was calm, content with her loving aura. Propped on one elbow, I brushed my knuckles across her jaw, and her soft gaze made my heart squeeze.

“I love you,” she whispered, eyes lingering on the mark on my neck. “I dreamed of finding my mate but never imagined it would be you.”

My chest tightened at her words. “I love you, too. I traveled far, thinking I’d be alone, never believing the Moon Goddess chose you for me.”

“Seems we were both in for a surprise,” she smiled through her tears.

I nodded, letting out a gentle laugh. We inched closer, bodies still warm and tingling from the aftershocks of our shared climax. We wrapped our arms around each other in a protective embrace, hands wandering in lazy strokes over shoulders and arms, reacquainting ourselves with the shapes we’d explored in fervent detail.

The bond thrummed quietly in my mind, a steadying presence. We had marked each other, sealing the loop of our souls, and it felt right in the comforting hush of the bedroom. I inhaled deeply, resting my lips on the curve of Evie’s shoulder as she nestled against me.

In contented silence, we exchanged whispers and feather-light kisses. I sensed the flicker of Evie’s thoughts, a thrilling reminder of our unique connection. Minutes slipped away, and I fought to keep my eyes open, savoring every moment.

Evie kissed my temple and said, “We’ll have to figure out what comes next.” 

I nodded, “But not tonight.” 

She tightened her embrace, and I felt relief wash over me. The lamp’s soft glow painted us in gold, and I knew I’d be content if time stood still. Before surrendering to sleep, Evie whispered, “I love you.” I echoed her words, and we sank into the comforting darkness, hearts and souls intertwined.

Chapter 5 - Evie

It was well into the evening when persistent knocking pulled me from blissful sleep. My body felt heavy, and I blinked in confusion, slowly realizing that Sophie’s bare back lay beneath my hand. Memories of our bond flooded back—her teeth at my neck, the thrill of becoming mates.  

The knocking came again, sharper this time. As I lifted my head, I noticed Sophie sleeping peacefully, her dark hair splayed around her. I almost ignored the sound to stay curled around her warmth, but my wolf, Noria, grew annoyed. My phone lay dead on the sofa; I had missed any calls. 

Reluctantly, I slipped from her side, pulling on some clothes and tying my messy hair into a ponytail. I glanced at my reflection—happy but tired. I shut the bedroom door quietly and moved to the front door, where the knocking continued urgently. I peered through the peephole and recognized my parents, Andrew and Roxanne.  

A wave of unease washed over me. My parents rarely showed up unannounced. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. My mother gasped in relief at seeing me while my father’s concern lingered. A cold draft from the hallway sent a shiver through me.

“Mom? Dad?” I greeted them, nervous. “What are you—uh—doing here?”

My mother stepped forward, worry in her eyes. “Evie, we’ve been trying to reach you all day. Rohan said you picked up Sophie, and everyone got anxious when she didn’t check in.”

Dad nodded. “We were worried something might’ve happened on your drive back. You weren’t answering calls, so we came to see for ourselves.”

Guilt pierced me. My parents wouldn’t have panicked if I’d kept my phone charged. I stepped back, gesturing them inside. “I’m so sorry. My phone died, and I lost track of time. Please keep it down.” I closed the door carefully.

Mom’s gaze slid past me, and I caught her knowing glance at the closed bedroom door. “Are you all right, honey?” she asked, setting her purse on the cluttered table. “You smell like… change.”

Dad chuckled lightly, his eyes still concerned. “We sense a new presence in the family,” he teased. “Care to confirm?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but happiness surged in my chest. “Yes,” I admitted, voice trembling. “Sophie is my mate. We sealed the bond last night.”

Mom’s face lit up with excitement. “Oh, Evie, that’s wonderful! I had no idea the Moon Goddess planned this for you.” She hugged me tightly, and I fought tears.

Dad joined in, patting my shoulder. “We’re thrilled for you, but you scared us, especially with Sophie going off the radar too.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, pulling back. “Things happened so fast. My phone was dead, and we were…” I paused, searching for a delicate explanation. My parents exchanged amused glances, and I decided directness was best. “Caught up in each other. And we’ve been sleeping until now.”

Mom pressed her lips together, laughter dancing in her eyes. “I suppose you two had a lot to talk about.” Her gaze flitted again to the bedroom door behind which Sophie still slept. “Is she still resting?”

I nodded. “Yeah, Sophie’s exhausted from the flight, plus everything else. I hoped she’d get a full night’s sleep, but it’s already evening. We’ll probably both be up all night. Jet lag for her, and… well, we lost track of the day.”

Dad cleared his throat, unable to hide a grin. “We’ll keep this quick, then. We just wanted to see you, confirm you were safe, and… maybe talk about the Silverclaw event. Sophie didn’t check into the accommodations they set aside for her, so the coordinators contacted us.” He shrugged. “That’s why we hurried over.”

I grimaced. “Alpha Kurt and Luna Isis must think Sophie vanished. I should have warned them. I’m sorry.” However, a wave of relief swept through me because the biggest problem—my parents discovering the truth—was no problem. They seemed ecstatic, if slightly exasperated that I’d gone off-grid. “As for the event, I’m not sure. I haven’t talked to Sophie yet. We might still go to celebrate Valentine’s and meet friends, but obviously, we’re not there to find mates. We already have that sorted out.”

My mother laughed. “Yes, I suppose that part’s no longer relevant.” She gave Dad a playful elbow in the ribs. “Remember how it was with us? Found each other before any fancy gathering could do the trick.”

He smiled, nodding nostalgically. Then he turned back to me. “Well, no pressure, but if you go, enjoy yourselves. It’s a festive occasion, after all.” Glancing at the mess in my apartment, he added gently, “Seems like you have a bit on your plate, so we’ll let you two recover. Just promise to keep your phone charged or drop us a text when you can.”

“I will,” I promised fervently. “I’m sorry again for scaring you.” It amazed me how quickly the awkwardness faded into warm acceptance. My parents had always been open-minded, especially about me being a lesbian, but it still felt surreal that they were congratulating me on suddenly mating.

Mom stepped forward and squeezed my hand. “We’ll let you get back to Sophie, dear. And we’re so happy for you. Please give her our regards. We’d love to meet with both of you once she’s up for it.”

“Absolutely. Maybe tomorrow,” I offered. “We’ll figure it out after we talk and see what Sophie wants to do for Valentine’s Day.” Even saying that out loud sent a flutter through my stomach. Today, we discovered we were mates, and Valentine’s Day was basically upon us. It felt like a storybook scenario I never expected to be living in real life.

They said their goodbyes, and I ushered them to the door. They left with a final hug from Mom and a pat from Dad, disappearing into the dim corridor. The lock clicked, and I inhaled deeply, feeling relief and joy mingling with embarrassment. I’d never had such a quick parental check-in before. 

Once the apartment was quiet, I surveyed the mess—plates, cups, and clothes were scattered everywhere. If Sophie saw it, she’d tease me. Motivated, I gathered the dishes and rinsed them in warm water, lost in happy memories of the night before. The mark on my neck tingled as I fought the urge to touch it, worried it might spark new longing.

After tidying up, I heard a soft sound and turned to see Sophie in the doorway, hair tousled and wearing my oversized sweater that barely covered her. Instantly, a warm flush spread across my cheeks.

She looked sleepily angelic, rubbing her eyes with one hand while covering a yawn. “Evie,” she murmured, voice low and deliciously rough. “Where’d you go? The bed got cold.”

I swallowed hard, taking in how the sweater slipped off one shoulder. “Uh… my parents came by,” I explained, straightening the blanket to distract myself from my rising temperature. “They were worried about us. You didn’t check in at Silverclaw, and I never charged my phone. I told them we’re fine.”

A flicker of concern crossed her features. “I was supposed to call them or something, right? I forgot.” She ran a hand through her dark hair, guilt evident in her sleepy eyes. “Sorry if that caused trouble.”

“No trouble,” I assured, stepping closer. The gentle lamplight illuminated the faint mark on her neck where I’d bitten her, and my wolf stirred with possessive delight. “They were just worried, that’s all. They know about us now. I had to fess up that we’re… mates.”

She blinked, then a slow smile lit her face. “You told them? And they’re okay with it?”

I laughed softly. “Oh, my parents are more than okay. They congratulated me, teased me for ignoring them, and left.” My gaze roamed over her, noticing how the oversized sweater clung in ways that made me blush. “How are you feeling? Still tired?”

Sophie wandered further into the living room, the sweater hitching slightly each time she moved. “Better,” she said, stifling another yawn. “But disoriented. Flying across time zones always messes me up, and add earlier’s excitement on top of that…” She flushed, her expression turning mischievous. “I can’t believe we slept the entire day away, but it was worth it.”

My heart fluttered. “Worth it,” I agreed. “I was just cleaning up. We could talk about tomorrow—Valentine’s Day—and, well, the Silverclaw gathering. My parents asked if we were going. We don’t have to, but they expect us to appear one way or another.”

Sophie perched on the edge of the sofa, crossing her long legs. My sweater slid up another inch, and I fought not to stare. “I did bring a formal dress,” she mused, pressing her finger to her lips. “We should go to the party as a newly mated couple and celebrate our bond on Valentine’s Day.” 

I imagined the swirl of music and couples dancing and admitted, “It might be nice. We can laugh at everyone trying to guess who’s unmated.” 

Sophie’s eyes brightened. “Exactly! I want to introduce you to some friends from Silverclaw, and I’d love to meet yours.” I nodded, mentioning my light purple gown. “We’ll make a splash.”

Taking my hand, Sophie traced lazy circles on my palm. “You deserve to feel giddy. For tonight… we could watch a movie, order takeout, or…”

“Or?” I prompted, stepping closer, feeling the electricity between us.

“Or,” she whispered, leaning in, “we could pick up where we left off before your parents arrived.” 

My heart raced at her proposal. “That sounds perfect,” I murmured, imagining her body against mine. “No distractions.”

Sophie’s fingers curled around my hips, and she pressed a playful kiss just above the neckline of my sweater, making me squirm. “Exactly,” she whispered. “No distractions.” She rose, guiding me backward until we nearly bumped into the coffee table.

Laughing, I grabbed her wrist to keep my balance. “Careful,” I teased, hooking my fingers in the hem of my sweater that she wore. “I’d hate to injure you before we even get started.”

Her warm and inviting laughter filled the apartment. “I might get injured if I keep wearing this huge thing.” Grinning, she let me tug the sweater, revealing smooth skin beneath. “I think we should remove it for safety.”

I mirrored her grin, steering her back toward the bedroom. “For your safety, I suppose I should lose mine, too,” I teased, pulling off my sweater. My heart raced with delight and love. With Valentine’s Day ahead, I wanted to savor every moment of her touch.

As we reached the bedroom, I turned off the lamp, plunging us into darkness, lit only by ambient light from the window. Sophie tugged my hand, and I followed eagerly. My parents’ acceptance supported our bond. 

Winter’s whispers faded inside, leaving our sanctuary warm with love and a newly formed mate bond. With her messy hair and sparkling eyes, I couldn’t help but smile back at her playful hunger. Our phones could charge, and the city outside could wait—tonight was just for us. As she held my waist, we both grinned, ready to embrace the delight of our closeness behind closed doors.

Chapter 6 - Sophie

The bathroom mirror reflected Evie and me standing side by side, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal everything felt. My soft pink lace dress hugged my figure, the delicate floral appliqués shimmering faintly under the warm bathroom light. The fitted bodice gave way to a flowing A-line skirt, and the soft curls of my hair framed my face, half pinned up at Evie’s suggestion. It was rare that I felt this beautiful, but tonight wasn’t just any night—it was Valentine’s Day, and for the first time, I had someone to share it with.

Evie adjusted the sweetheart neckline of her lavender mermaid gown, and I turned to watch her. The dress hugged her figure like it was made just for her, the appliquéd beads catching the light with every slight movement. Her brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, soft waves framing her glowing amber eyes. She caught me staring and smirked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re staring again, you know.”

“Can you blame me?” I teased, stepping closer. “You look breathtaking.”

Her smirk softened into a tender smile. “You’re the one who’s breathtaking,” she said, brushing a loose curl from my cheek. Her touch lingered, and for a moment, the bond between us pulsed faintly, a quiet hum in the back of my mind. It was a comforting presence, grounding me in the reality that this wasn’t just a dream. We were here, together, and everything was real.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to miss the party,” she teased, her voice warm with affection.

“Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad,” I replied, half-joking. But I knew we couldn’t skip this. Tonight wasn’t just about us; it was a celebration of our bond, our first public step into the life we were building together.

Evie chuckled, lacing her fingers with mine. “Come on, let’s go make some memories.”

The drive to Argyris’s Castle was serene, the snow-dusted evergreens lining the road glowing faintly under the moonlight. Evie’s hand rested on my thigh as she drove, her thumb brushing absentmindedly over the fabric of my dress. The warmth of her touch eased the nervous fluttering in my stomach. I turned to look at her, marveling at how effortlessly beautiful she was, even in the faint light of the dashboard.

“You okay?” she asked, glancing at me briefly.

“Just taking it all in,” I replied. “A week ago, I was planning to come to this gathering alone. Now, I’m here with you, and it feels… unreal.”

“In a good way, I hope?” she said, her lips curving into a small smile.

“In the best way,” I said, lacing my fingers with hers.

When the castle came into view, I couldn’t help but gasp. The towering spires rose majestically against the dark sky, their gothic architecture breathtakingly beautiful. Warm golden light spilled from the arched windows, illuminating the snow-dusted turrets and casting a soft glow over the surrounding grounds. It looked like something out of a fairy tale.

Evie parked the car, and we entered the crisp evening air. She wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close as we made our way to the grand entrance. The warmth of her body against mine was a comfort against the chill, and I leaned into her, savoring the moment.

Inside, the ballroom was a masterpiece of romance and elegance. Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their light refracting off the polished marble floors and casting shimmering patterns across the room. Rich red and gold drapes adorned the walls, and towering arrangements of roses and baby’s breath filled the space with their delicate fragrance. Strings of fairy lights wove through the decor, creating an ambiance that was both intimate and grand. An orchestra played a soft waltz in the corner, their music weaving seamlessly into the hum of conversation and laughter.

Evie and I paused just inside the entrance, taking it all in. “They went all out,” she murmured, her voice tinged with awe.

“It’s incredible,” I agreed, my gaze sweeping over the elegantly dressed couples swaying on the dance floor. “I almost feel like I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not,” she said, her amber eyes soft as they met mine. “This is real, and we’re here together.”

We moved further into the room, and I quickly became aware of the curious glances and hushed whispers that followed us. Eyes flicked to the faint marks on our necks, the Rock family crest unmistakable. I caught snippets of murmured conversations, but Evie seemed unbothered, her hand steady in mine. Her confidence grounded me, and I straightened my posture, determined to follow her lead.

It didn’t take long for us to be approached by a group of her friends. Gavin, a tall, dark-haired wolf with an easy grin, was the first to speak. “Evie! You didn’t tell us you were bringing a mate tonight.”

Evie laughed, her expression warm. “It’s a recent development,” she said, glancing at me shyly. “Everyone, this is Sophie.”

They greeted me warmly, offering congratulations and teasing remarks about Evie keeping it a secret. It was clear they cared deeply for her, and their acceptance of me only made the evening more special.

After mingling, we went to the head table, where Silverclaw’s leadership sat. Alpha Kurt Adler stood as we approached, his sharp features softening with a welcoming smile. “Evie Rock,” he said warmly. “It’s good to see you again. And congratulations on finding your mate.”

“Thank you, Alpha Kurt,” Evie replied, her tone respectful yet familiar. “It’s an honor to be here.”

Luna Isis, her dark hair streaked with blonde framing her striking blue eyes, smiled warmly. “Welcome, Sophie,” she said. “You both look radiant. The bond suits you.”

Beta Collin Kearney and his mate Mary joined the conversation as we exchanged pleasantries. Collin’s rich Scottish accent carried easily over the noise of the room. “Evie, it’s been too long. How’s Rohan? I still remember the trouble he and Tanner used to get into.”

Evie grinned. “He’s doing great. Still causing trouble, but now it’s usually with his twin daughters.”

Tanner Alston, the Gamma, laughed at that, his surfer-like demeanor putting me at ease. “Rohan always did have a knack for chaos. Glad to see some things don’t change.”

Their easy camaraderie made it clear that Evie’s family history with Silverclaw’s leadership ran deep, and I felt a surge of gratitude for the warm reception.

When we finally stepped onto the dance floor, the orchestra began a soft waltz. Evie turned to me, her amber eyes glowing. “May I have this dance?”

I smiled, slipping my hand into hers. “You may.”

She led me effortlessly, her hand resting on my waist as we moved in perfect harmony. The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only the music and the gentle rhythm of our steps. Her touch was steady and sure, and how she looked at me made my heart flutter. I became acutely aware of the bond between us, the way it pulsed gently in the back of my mind like a comforting melody. It was exhilarating and grounding, a reminder that we were no longer just individuals—we were partners, bound by fate.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, dancing, and shared moments of quiet intimacy. After the orchestra’s final song, My phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and said softly, “It’s your parents.”

I stiffened. “I knew this would happen eventually.”

“You don’t have to do this,” she said, her eyes full of concern.

“No, they need to know.” Evie held the phone up as I pressed the answer button, and my mother’s smiling face filled the screen.

“Sophie, ma chérie!” she exclaimed, her warm tone immediately making my chest tighten with apprehension. “You look beautiful!”

“Bonsoir, Maman,” I replied, my voice steady. “Papa is there too?”

My father leaned into the frame, his expression filled with pride. “Of course. How is the gathering? Have you seen anyone you know?”

“It’s been wonderful,” I said, glancing briefly at Evie before continuing. “And… there’s something I want to share with you both.”

I tilted the phone slightly to reveal the faint mark on my neck, the Rock family crest unmistakable. My mother gasped, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “You found your mate!” she cried. “Oh, Sophie, that’s wonderful!”

My father’s smile widened. “Who is it? When can we meet him?”

With a deep breath, I shifted the phone further to show Evie sitting beside me. “This is Evie Rock. She’s my mate.”

The joy on their faces faltered instantly, replaced by confusion and unease. My mother’s brows furrowed, and my father’s smile froze. “Evie is… a woman?” my mother asked, her tone cautious.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “She’s my mate.”

The silence that followed was deafening. My father’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “Sophie, this isn’t… natural. Same-sex matings… they aren’t what the Moon Goddess intended.”

Evie stiffened beside me, her amber eyes narrowing. Before I could respond, she leaned forward, her voice sharp and clear. “With all due respect, you don’t get to decide what the Moon Goddess intended. Sophie and I are fated mates, and nothing you say will change that.”

“Evie,” my mother began, her voice trembling, “it’s not that we don’t love Sophie, but—”

“But what?” Evie interrupted, her tone laced with quiet fury. “But you’re uncomfortable? But you don’t approve? Let me tell you something: your discomfort doesn’t matter. What matters is that Sophie is happy and she is loved. If you can’t support her, then that’s your failure as parents, not hers.”

“Watch your tone,” my father said, his voice cold. “We have a right to be concerned.”

“Concerned about what?” Evie shot back. “That your daughter found someone who loves her unconditionally? That she has a partner who will stand by her no matter what? If your concern is that Sophie’s happiness doesn’t align with your outdated beliefs, then you need to reevaluate what being a parent means.”

Tears pricked my eyes as I listened to Evie defend me, her voice unwavering. My mother looked away, her expression a mix of guilt and discomfort. My father opened his mouth to argue, but Evie held up a hand. “I’m not finished. Sophie deserves love and support, not judgment. She has a family and a pack who accept her for who she is. If you can’t do the same, then that’s your loss, not hers.”

The silence that followed was heavy, and my parents exchanged tense glances. Finally, my mother spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “We need time to process this.”

Evie nodded, her expression firm. “Take all the time you need. But know this: Sophie and I are happy, and we don’t need your approval to live our lives.”

She ended the call before they could respond, setting the phone down with a shaky breath. Then she turned to me, her expression softening. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, though my chest felt tight. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For standing up for me.”

She pulled me into her arms, holding me tightly. “Always,” she murmured. “You’ll never have to face them alone again.”

The tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over, and I buried my face in her shoulder. For a long moment, we stayed like that, the weight of the evening pressing down on us. But as her arms tightened around me, the bond between us humming softly in the back of my mind, I felt a flicker of hope.

“Let’s go home,” she said gently, brushing a tear from my cheek.

The drive back to Mount Hood was quiet, the tension from the call slowly giving way to a comforting sense of peace. By the time we stepped into her apartment, the world outside felt far away. Evie wrapped me in a blanket and pulled me onto the sofa, kissing my temple. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sophie,” she murmured.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I replied, my voice steady now. Despite everything, I knew one thing for certain: I had found my forever in her, and nothing could take that away from us.

As we curled up together, the bond between us pulsing gently, I realized that our future in Bloodmoon would be one of boundless love. Surrounded by those who supported us, we would build a life filled with joy, strength, and the unshakable certainty that we were exactly where we were meant to be.