Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Written in the Moonlight

Freya

The silver crescent moon pendant gleamed against my skin as I stepped onto the candlelit terrace of the Milanese restaurant Silvano had chosen for tonight.

Silvano stood near the fountain,a vision in a tailored dark suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His dark hair was slightly tousled,giving him that effortless look that made my heart race.

Heads turned when he moved—but his eyes were only on me,filled with an intensity that made my breath catch. The way he looked at me made my heart skip,like I was the only thing that existed in his world.

"You’re breathtaking," he murmured,lifting my hand to his lips. That single touch sent a shiver all the way to my toes,a wave of warmth spreading through my body. My wolf practically purred beneath my skin.

"You don’t look so bad yourself," I teased,though my voice was soft. Something in the air felt... different. Charged. The space between us seemed to crackle with electricity.

He guided me to our table,his hand resting protectively at the small of my back. The simple gesture felt more intimate than any touch I’d shared with Jasper in eight years.

Dinner was a dream. The table was set with white roses and lavender—my favorite combination,something I’d only mentioned once in passing during our trip through Tuscany. The wine? That rare vintage we’d found during our countryside tour,when we’d gotten caught in the rain and taken shelter in that tiny family winery. Every detail was him saying,I see you. I know you. I choose you.

"How was the meeting?" he asked,his dark eyes studying my face carefully.

I sighed,taking a sip of wine. "Closure. Jasper begged. Cried. Said all the things I once wanted to hear." I paused,realizing the truth of what I was about to say. "And I felt... nothing. No anger,no regret. Just... peace."

Silvano’s gaze stayed steady,a small,satisfied smile playing at his lips. "Good."

I touched the crescent moon pendant that nestled in the hollow of my throat. "Your mother’s necklace helped. It reminded me who I am now. Who I’m becoming."

His expression softened,those intense eyes warming as they fell to the silver pendant. "She said it would end up with the right woman. She was right." His fingers brushed mine across the table. "She would have loved you,Freya."

After dessert—a tiramisu that melted on my tongue like sin—Silvano stood and offered his hand. "Walk with me?"

The night air was cool but not cold,perfect for the light wrap I’d thrown over my shoulders. We strolled through the moonlit garden behind the restaurant,the scent of jasmine thick in the air. The sound of the fountain created a soothing backdrop as he led me to a quiet corner where the light hit his features just so,highlighting the sharp angles of his face.

"There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you," he said,voice low and deep,sending another delicious shiver down my spine.

He took both my hands in his. His touch was warm,steady,grounding. "When I was seventeen,after my first full shift,I had a vision. A woman standing beneath the moonlight. My wolf knew immediately: she was our mate."

My breath hitched,my heartbeat accelerating.

"I searched for her for years," he continued,his eyes never leaving mine. "Through gatherings,meetings with other packs,everywhere. I never forgot her face. And then one night,you walked into Crescent Moon wearing that black dress..." He smiled,a little breathless. "It was you,Freya. My dream,made real."

"You knew?" I whispered,stunned. "All this time?"

"I did." He touched my cheek with such tenderness that tears threatened. "But I wanted you to choose me. Not fate. Not the bond. Me."

Tears pricked my eyes,but these were different from the ones I’d shed over Jasper. These were healing tears,joyful tears.

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