Evelina
The dining hall buzzed with laughter and jokes, the atmosphere warm and friendly.
“Are you still upset, Eve?” Aaron tugged my hand into his, searching my face.
I ignored him. His jaw tightened, and though part of me knew he hated it, I secretly enjoyed watching him squirm.
“You won’t speak to me, then?” He set down his fork, his gaze burning into me. I kept eating slowly, unaware until then that silence had spread—the entire table was watching.
“Father,” Aaron said suddenly, never looking away from me, “I would like to hold a ceremony for Evelina.”
My head snapped toward him, eyes wide. He wasn’t speaking to me—he was speaking to Gideon.
“What kind of ceremony?” Gideon asked.
I answered before Aaron could. “It’s to thank the Moon Goddess for giving me my soulmate. We perform spells to release the powers tied to being bound to one’s mate.”
Gideon studied me, then gave a single nod. “This is your home now, Evelina. As long as your spell does no harm to my people, you may have it.”
Joy lit up inside me like fire. I couldn’t stop smiling as I gripped Aaron’s hand. “I promise—it will cause no harm.”
Sia and Clara giggled, their excitement bubbling. My grandmother would be proud. Soon, my soul would truly belong to Aaron’s, and his to mine.
“When will you hold it?” Larissa asked kindly.
“On the night of the full moon—three nights from now.”
Aaron’s stare was heavy on me, his bond pressing against my thoughts. Desire flickered in his eyes, and heat rushed to my cheeks as memories of our closeness flooded me.
“Aaron, why don’t you just mark her already? This bond of yours is driving us all mad,” Daniel teased. The table erupted in laughter.
Aaron only stood, kissing my cheek softly before leaving.
As the hall emptied, Larissa turned to me. “Evelina, stay behind and clean up.”
There were maids for that, yet she’d dismissed them. A test. I forced a polite nod. “Yes, Luna.”
Clara frowned. “Why? There are maids for this.”
“She’s testing me,” I murmured. “She wants to see if I’ll refuse. If she can find a crack to use against me.”
Clara scowled, but Lyra and Sia quietly began clearing dishes with me.
“I think Aaron’s fallen for you,” Sia teased, wiping the table. My face burned instantly.
“You can’t even hide it, Lina!” Lyra laughed, stacking plates.
“I don’t think it’s love—it’s just the mate bond,” I said quickly, though my voice betrayed my uncertainty. The bond was too deep, too consuming to put into words.
“Each time he enters the room, you look at him like he’s naked,” Clara teased, sending everyone into laughter.
I retaliated with my own question. “So, what’s going on between you and Daniel, Lyra?”
Her glare said it all. “He’s rude. I hate him.”
“Lies,” I smirked. Daniel’s emotions were always respectful and kind—I knew she was hiding something.
“She’s probably shagging him,” Clara joked. Lyra went red as fire.
“I would never!” she sputtered, and we all collapsed into giggles before finishing the chores and heading upstairs.
When I slipped into Aaron’s room, exhaustion weighed me down. I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. In three nights, I’ll be bound to a wolf in a way no witch ever has. May the Moon Goddess and my ancestors bless this union.
The door opened. Aaron entered, stripping off his shoes and shirt. He disappeared into the bathroom, water running as he brushed his teeth and washed. My stomach knotted—sharing this bed was torture enough. His body, his scent, his heat—it was overwhelming.
When he came back, he grinned at the flush in my face. “I usually sleep naked,” he said slyly. “But seeing you like this…” He tugged on shorts and slipped into bed beside me. The air grew thick, hot, as our eyes locked.
Desperate to break the tension, I asked, “Did you get anything from the Oracle?”
His expression shifted, thoughtful. “She won’t speak. But we believe she’s been communicating with someone outside our lands. She may be the spy we’re searching for.”
My chest tightened. Somehow, I knew he was right.
“What will you do if she stays silent?”
His voice darkened. “There are other ways to make her talk—but they’d be my last resort.”
He meant it. He didn’t want to hurt her, though the possibility weighed heavily on him.
Aaron wrapped his arms around me, resting his head in the crook of my neck. Warmth flooded me, wrapping tighter than any blanket.
“Goodnight, Eve,” he whispered.
Butterflies filled my stomach. “Goodnight, Aaron.”
His lips brushed the soft part of my neck, stealing my breath.
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