Rian's POV
Kaine's army appears on the horizon—hundreds of wolves, massive and vicious.
"Positions!" I roar.
My pack responds instantly. We're outnumbered but not outmatched.
Luca stands beside me, magic flaring around him like silver flames.
"Ready, baby?"
"Ready."
The armies clash with devastating force.
I shift immediately, my black wolf tearing through enemies. But I never stray far from Luca. He's holding his own—magic striking, shielding, protecting pack members.
Through our bond, I feel his determination. His power. His love.
Then Kaine appears, charging straight for us.
This is it. The final confrontation.
I meet him head-on, and we collide violently. This time, I'm not holding back. This time, I'm fighting for everything—my mate, my pack, my future.
We're evenly matched, tearing at each other. Blood stains the ground.
"You'll lose him like you lost Marcus," Kaine projects mockingly.
"Luca's stronger than you know," I respond.
"Prove it."
Kaine breaks away suddenly, charging toward Luca.
But Luca's ready.
His magic erupts—pure silver light that blinds and burns. Kaine crashes into an invisible barrier, howling in pain.
"I'm not your victim," Luca says coldly. "I'm the Luna. And you're finished."
He strikes with concentrated magic, and Kaine screams. The enemy Alpha stumbles, weakened.
I see my opportunity. With Kaine distracted by magic, I charge.
This time, I don't hesitate. Don't show mercy.
My jaws close around his throat—the killing blow.
Kaine's eyes widen in shock. Then go vacant.
Dead.
Finally, after five years, he's dead.
His pack, seeing their Alpha fall, retreats immediately. Without leadership, they scatter into the forest.
Victory.
I shift back to human form, breathing hard, covered in blood. Luca's beside me instantly.
"You're hurt—"
"I'm fine." I pull him close, kissing him desperately. "We did it. We fucking did it."
"We survived." He's crying and laughing simultaneously. "Together. We survived together."
The pack erupts in howls of celebration. We won. The threat is ended.
But I only have eyes for Luca.
"I love you," I breathe. "So fucking much."
"I love you too." He kisses me again. "Forever. Like we promised."
That night, after tending the wounded and celebrating victory, we finally collapse in our room.
"It's over," Luca whispers, still in shock.
"It's over," I confirm. "Kaine's dead. You're safe. We're safe."
"What now?"
"Now?" I pull him close. "Now we live. Really live. No fear. No threats. Just us and our future."
"That sounds perfect."
"It will be. I'll make sure of it." I kiss him tenderly. "Thank you. For being strong. For fighting beside me. For loving me."
"Thank you for kidnapping me." He grins through tears. "Best terrible decision ever."
We make love slowly—celebrating life, love, victory. The bond flares brilliant between us, stronger than ever.