The Heartless Alpha's Beloved Luna Novel - Chapter 590

Chapter 590 He opened the box. The ring was a simple moonstone, oval and pale, set in a thin silver band, and even in the candlelight, it seemed to hold a little glow of its own. It didn't look like anything out of a jewelers case downtown. It looked like it had been made specifically for me. "Avery," he said. "Will you marry me?" "Gideon..." "Not right away," he clarified. "But one year from tonight. Areal courtship. A real wedding, planned by us, on no one's schedule but ours." | stared at the ring. Honestly, the first thing | felt wasn't joy. It was fear.

Cold and old and familiar, rising up from a place I'd tried so hard to hide it over the years. "I'm terrified," | said quietly, looking up at him through my lashes. it. "Of me?" "Of being a Luna." He waited for me to clarify. "| never thought | would become one," | said. "I was t girl who scrubbed floors, who lived in a shed, scared spiders. For a brief time, | thought it would be him wi would make me one." | didn't need to say the name f us both to know who | wags referring to. "But the thir was, even at the time, | knew | wasn't cut out for it.

| never thought the pack would accept me, wolfless, strange. Even when my wolf came back, | thought | couldn't be seen in that way. As a leader." I sighed and looked down at the ring. "And some par me has been running from that title since the first tir you brought it up, because some part of me still believes that if | stand up there, every wolf in Nightw is going to take one look and see exactly what Silvermoon saw." My throat bobbed. "I pushed it awe for the longest time. | thought I'd never want it." | looked down at my hands.

There was still a faint lin dirt under one thumbnail from the shrine, from the greenhouse, from the life I'd already started living. "Now | think | was afraid of the wrong thing," | said slowly. "I thought becoming a Luna meant becoming someone else. Standing on a platform, being looked at, performing. But | just walked away from the biggest title | ever had, and it turns out the part of my work | love was never the title. It was the people. And | already love the people." | met his eyes. "I love the packs. | love what | get to do there, and | love that it matters.

So maybe being your Luna doesn't have to be scary or performative or a disservice to the girl who scrubbed floors and lived in a shed and did everything for survival. Maybe a Luna can wear dirty boots and be uncertain and ground her son over running off into the woods." + Gideon's mouth twitched into a faint smile. "Nightwolf would follow a Luna in dirty boots anywhere," he said. "So would |." "I'm still scared." "| know. You can be scared and married to me at the same time. I've checked.