Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Triantaduo [ 32 ]

author's note: this chapter is so so cute!

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"I've never shown anyone this, but I think it's time you see it." Tristan's hand was secure in mine and he stopped us in front of a wooden door. We hadn't even left the house, but he had taken me to the very back to a room I was sure I had never seen before.

The door frame was a ceiling-to-floor length and he reached his hand to the top, even stepping onto his tiptoes to swipe his fingers against the wood. My eyebrows raised when he retrieved a slim, golden key. He glanced at me over his shoulder and smiled softly before unlocking the door and pulling me in.

At first glance, the room seemed to be a dining room with a long mahogany table but in the corner, there was a large leather chest that was locked. Tristan let go of my hand and kneeled in front of it, using the same key to unlock it. I watched curiously as he lifted a few papers up before pulling a thick black book out.

He set it down on the table and I walked around to look at the inscription on the cover. It seemed old and had signs of wear and tear, but Tristan handled it delicately as he blew the dust off it.

'Oqaluttuarisaaneq soorlu kungii.'

Tristan caught my confused expression and chuckled. "It's Kalaallisut, a Greenlandic dialect. It translates to History of the Kings and has the entire line of alphas for hundreds of years." He opened the book and I coughed because of the dust that flew out. He murmured out an apology before flicking to the page he wanted me to see. "The names of the Lunas were only put in one hundred years ago."

I looked down towards the bottom of the page and saw the most recent alpha. In cursive, it read Alpha Tristan Vasilakis. I glanced at him when I saw the empty space next to 'Luna.'"You want me to put my name in there?"

He cracked a small smile. "Well, you are my Luna." Walking back to the chest, he took out a small jar of black ink and a quill. I watched in interest, slightly fascinated at how official it felt. He placed both in front of me and I smiled before taking the quill between my fingers and dipping it in the ink.

Leaning down, I slowly wrote my name and gasped when the page seemed to take in the ink. A golden tint ran through the letters and I brushed my fingers over the page. The ink was dry. Looking up at Tristan with furrowed eyebrows, I placed the quill down.

Before I could say anything, he stroked my cheek softly. "Both the ink and book are infused with magic." He closed the jar of ink before pulling me closer. "You're officially in the history book." He glanced down at my name and grinned softly.

The permanency of it all elicited deep satisfaction from me. Stepping up onto my tiptoes, I kissed him slowly as I lifted a hand to his hair. His arm came around my waist and he leaned against the edge of the table, pulling me between his legs. His lips moved with mine and he deepened the kiss with a tilt of his head.