❝I wasn't the tribute he expected me to be.❞
❦︎ ❦︎ ❦︎
She wanted to rewrite her destiny.
He wanted to do what was best for his pack.
Darius Lucian and Elowen James couldn't have been more different. But yet they were more alike than they could have...
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𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆
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❝𝐖hat about Astrid?” Elowen asked as she watched Darius attempt to a̶t̶t̶e̶m̶p̶t̶ t̶o̶ put a crib together. She herself sat in a rocking chair with a laptop resting on her protruding belly. At roughly nine months pregnant, she couldn’t do anything but watch her mate struggle to create the bed piece.
A lot has happened in the last few months.
After the trail Darius was pardoned and they were free to go home. Caroline and her father had decided to move to Ravaging Waters to be closer to Elowen and her unborn baby. Elowen had been accepted as Luna and to her surprise Finnick had not killed her once he learned of the baby growing inside of her womb.
He did however claim the title as godfather and proceed to make cute little clothes for the baby.
Now they only had one more challenge ahead of them.
The birth of their unborn child.
“Isn't that the name of that blonde girl from How To Train Your Dragon?” Darius asked as he used a screwdriver to add in the guard rail to the crib frame. “You want to name our kid after a crazy viking chick?”
“Astrid is not crazy.” Elowen argued and Darius sent her a look that had her narrowing her eyes. “She's a badass.”
Her eyes narrowed further when he snorted. It was her turn to laugh, however, when his hand slipped and he pinched himself on the crib. “Son of a bitch!”
Elowen giggled. “Language, babe.” The human chided and smiled innocently when her mate turned to glare at her, clutching his now bleeding finger.
“Don’t you even start.” Darius bit out, standing up to go and retrieve a bandaid. Though when Elowen began to rise from her chair, he stopped and sighed.
