Aiden let out a small, shaking breath.
"Theron… I love you."
The words were quiet. Fragile. Like they might shatter if spoken any louder.But the moment they left his lips, the night itself seemed to hold still.
Theron froze.
For a heartbeat—just one—he stared at Aiden as if the world had shifted beneath his feet. Golden eyes widened, then softened, shining not with divine power or alpha dominance, but with something raw and unbearably human.
"You don't say that lightly," Theron said hoarsely.
Aiden swallowed, fingers curling into the front of Theron's shirt. His wolf pressed forward inside him, calm and certain in a way it had never been before.
"I know," Aiden whispered. "I've fought it. I've run from it. I've yelled at you and hated you and told myself it was just instinct, just bonds and heat and gods pulling strings."
He lifted his gaze, blue eyes steady despite the tremor in his voice.
"But I choose you."
Something in Theron broke.
He pulled Aiden into his arms, holding him tight—too tight for anyone else, but just right for them. Aiden melted into him instantly, forehead pressing to Theron's collarbone, breathing in the familiar scent that now felt like home.
"I have waited lifetimes to hear that," Theron murmured, voice thick. "And I would have waited more, if you had needed it."
Aiden shook his head. "I don't."
The answer was enough.
Theron guided Aiden down gently, careful even now, even at the edge of claiming. His hands framed Aiden's face, thumbs brushing beneath his eyes as if memorizing every line, every emotion.
"This is forever," Theron said quietly. "Not because I am a god. Not because I am an alpha. But because you want it."
"I do," Aiden breathed.
Theron leaned in—not to kiss, but to rest his lips against the side of Aiden's neck, right where his scent burned strongest. Aiden shuddered, instinct flaring hot and bright, his wolf rising to meet Theron's presence instead of shrinking from it.
The bite was slow.
Deliberate.
A promise made in flesh and soul.
Aiden cried out—not in pain, but in relief, in completion—as the bond snapped into place fully, warm and unbreakable. Theron held him through it, growling low and reverent, marking not to dominate, but to claim and be claimed in return.
The world narrowed to breath and heartbeat and shared warmth.
The rest of the night belonged only to them.
And when dawn would come, Aiden would wake not as something fragile, not as something broken—
—but as the chosen mate of the Moon God,and the one who finally taught him how to stay.
Theron pull off Aiden clothes then his own, hesitating as he see Aiden laying bare under him, "you sure about this, right? no heat pulling you to do this, right?" he asked.
Aiden nodded, "no drug, no heat. only my own free will" he push off meeting Therons lips with his own.
Theron liftet Aiden up, "he-hey what are you doing!?" Theron grin "taking my warrior home to fight in the bed against me."
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The morning came softly.
Sunlight filtered through the den's entrance in pale ribbons, warming the stone floor and the tangled sheets on the bed. Birds called somewhere beyond the trees, unaware that something ancient and new had settled into place during the night.
Aiden woke slowly.
The first thing he noticed was warmth—solid, steady, wrapped around him from behind. Theron's arm lay heavy over his waist, possessive without being tight, his chest pressed to Aiden's back. Every breath the alpha took seemed to rumble straight through Aiden's spine.
The second thing he noticed was… everything else.
Aiden hissed quietly as he shifted, a dull ache blooming in his lower back and hips. Not sharp. Not painful. Just a deep, spent soreness that made his face heat instantly.
"Oh," he muttered.
His body felt used in the best possible way. Boneless. Tender. When he lifted a hand, his muscles protested in lazy complaint, and his fingers brushed over bare skin—skin that was definitely not unmarked.
Aiden froze.
Carefully, slowly, he twisted just enough to look down at himself.
Hickeys bloomed dark along his collarbone and throat, fading from deep violet into bruised blue. One of his shoulders bore the clear impression of teeth—Theron's bite, just beneath the scent gland, unmistakable and intimate. Smaller marks dotted his ribs and hips, evidence of hands that had held him firmly, reverently, like Theron had been afraid to let go.
Heat flooded Aiden's face.
"…You absolute menace," he whispered.
Behind him, Theron stirred.
A deep hum vibrated through his chest as he woke, half-asleep instincts immediately aware of Aiden's tension. His grip tightened for just a second before easing, his chin resting against Aiden's shoulder.
"Good morning, my warrior," Theron murmured, voice rough with sleep—and memory.
Aiden groaned and dropped his face into the pillow. "Do not 'good morning' me like that."
Theron chuckled softly. The sound was warm, satisfied, devastatingly fond. "You're alive. That's usually a good morning."
Aiden shifted again and immediately regretted it, letting out a small, betrayed noise.
Theron went still.
"…Too sore?" he asked, tone instantly gentler.
Aiden hesitated, then sighed. "I feel like I fought a mountain and lost."
"Mmh," Theron said, unapologetic but careful. His hand moved to Aiden's lower back, warm palm spreading heat—not alpha pressure, not dominance, just grounding contact. "You did very well."
Aiden turned his head just enough to glare at him. "You're not supposed to praise me after that."
Theron smiled against his skin. "I absolutely am."
Aiden tried to roll onto his side and failed spectacularly, muscles protesting again. Theron caught him easily, repositioning him with infuriating ease until Aiden was half-curled against his chest, tucked safely in the bend of Theron's body.
Only then did Aiden realize something else.
The bond.
It wasn't loud. It didn't burn or pull like it used to. It was just… there. A steady presence at the back of his chest, warm and calm and utterly secure.
Aiden swallowed.
"It feels different," he admitted quietly.
Theron's expression softened, all teasing gone. He brushed his thumb just below the bite on Aiden's shoulder, careful not to press too hard. "Because you're no longer alone in it."
Aiden let out a slow breath, his wolf curling contentedly inside him instead of pacing. "I don't feel trapped."
"You never were," Theron said softly. "But now you're chosen."
Silence settled again—not awkward, not heavy. Just full.
After a moment, Aiden muttered, "I'm never wearing a low collar again."
Theron laughed outright this time, the sound bright. "You could. The pack would learn very quickly not to stare."
Aiden snorted, then winced. "You say that like you didn't leave marks on purpose."
Theron did not deny it.
Instead, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Aiden's temple. "Rest. I'll have a healer bring something for the soreness later."
Aiden huffed. "…You're spoiling me."
Theron smiled, eyes warm and unashamed. "I plan to continue."
And for the first time, wrapped in marks and warmth and certainty, Aiden didn't argue.