A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge novel Chapter 350

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Chapter 350

Aria’s POV

The echoes of the howls from my pairing ceremony had long faded, but their resonance still lingered in my heart. That night had marked not only my union with Lucien but the birth of a new era for the packs. And yet, the moon had turned many times since then, and life in Stormridge flowed forward with a peace I once thought impossible.

Carmen and Duke sealed their bond not long after Lucien and I. I still remember the gleam in Carmen’s eyes when she stood with Duke before the Goddess, her wolf shining as bright as the sun at midday. For a moment, I thought of the girl who had once clutched my hand and called me “sister.” Now, she was mated, radiant, and no longer a shadow of longing. The Goddess had finally written her joy into the stars.

Two moons after the ceremonies, Carmen came to me with trembling hands, pressing mine to her belly. Her eyes were wide with wonder, her lips parted on a breathless laugh. “Aria,” she whispered, “we carry the future.”

I laughed and cried with her that day, though I had a secret of my own swelling inside me. For I, too, bore the spark of new life within. When I told Lucien, he froze as though struck by lightning, then pulled me into his arms, crushing me against him until I could barely breathe. His wolf howled so loudly the entire pack lifted their heads to the sky in answer.

From that moment, Stormridge brimmed with joy. Elders spoke of blessings, pups danced around me as though I carried magic itself, and the air seemed sweeter. Yet no one was more protective than Matriarch Duskgrave, Mrs. Beck, and Mia. The three of them hovered over me as though I were a fragile crystal that might shatter if breathed on too hard.

“Eat this,” Mrs. Beck would say, sliding another plate in front of me though I was already full.

‘Rest, child,” Matriarch Duskgrave scolded, scowling if she caught me so much as lifting a basket.

And Mia-sweet Mia-braided my hair every morning, humming softly as though weaving blessings into every strand.

And then there was Aurora. My little girl.

She clung to me with an intensity that left Lucien sulking more often than not. If I sat, she crawled into my lap. If I lay down, she curled against my side, her tiny fingers tangled in my gown. Once, when Lucien tried to scoop me into his arms, Aurora planted herself between us with all the ferocity of a wolf pup defending her den.

“She’s mine,” she declared, glaring up at her father with the same fiery eyes he wore into battle.

Lucien’s jaw tightened, his golden gaze narrowing. “She’s my mate.”

“She’s my mama,” Aurora countered, baring the tiniest hint of her baby fangs.

The two of them stood there, nose to nose, until I burst into laughter that shook my belly. My wolf purred, basking in the warmth of it. My family. My home.

And though I still had not recovered Riley’s memories—though whispers of her haunted the edges of my dreams-I realized, at last, that perhaps it no longer mattered. I was Aria now. Aria, Luna of Stormridge.

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Aria, mate to Lucien. Aria, mother of the future. Whatever had come before, whatever shadows lingered in the past, this was my truth. This was my life.