Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Chapter 78 Before the Storm

Leo

I watched Victoria kneeling before her parents’ graves, her slender form silhouetted against the afternoon light filtering through the ancient oak trees. My wolf, Ronan, paced restlessly within me, both protective and possessive at the sight of our mate in such a vulnerable moment.

Victoria’s soft words to her parents carried on the breeze to my enhanced hearing. "I’m scared," she confessed in a whisper that twisted something in my chest. "Not of dying, but of failing. Of letting down the people counting on me. Of not being strong enough."

The urge to comfort her, to shield her from all harm, nearly overwhelmed me. But I knew better than most that some battles couldn’t be fought for another—only alongside them.

"You are strong enough," I said, stepping forward from where I’d been watching.

She startled, turning to face me with those expressive brown eyes that had captivated me from the beginning. In them, I saw determination mingled with fear—not for herself, but for others. For her pack. For me.

"Leo," she began, hesitation clear in her voice. "If something happens tonight—"

"Nothing will happen," I cut her off, unable to even entertain the possibility of losing her. The mere thought made Ronan howl with fury and desperation inside my mind.

"But if it does," she persisted with that stubborn streak that both frustrated and enthralled me, "I need you to know that I—"

I couldn’t let her finish—couldn’t bear to hear words of love framed as a goodbye. In my centuries of existence, I’d learned that farewells spoken before battle often became prophecies.

"Tell me when we get back," I insisted, cupping her face in my hands, feeling her warmth against my palms. "Not as a goodbye. As a beginning."

Her eyes widened slightly, understanding the promise beneath my words. We would have a future—together. I would accept nothing less.

Turning to her parents’ graves, I lowered my head in respect and began the ancient Alpha’s pledge in the old tongue of our ancestors:

"*I, Leonard Moretti, Alpha of Shadow Pack, stand before the honored ancestors of Victoria Howlthorne. I vow by my blood and honor to protect your daughter, to fight at her side, and to return her safely to these lands. May the Moon Goddess witness my oath and strike me down should I fail.*"

The words held power beyond mere tradition—they were a binding commitment that resonated with my wolf. Ronan howled his agreement, lending strength to the vow.

When I sensed movement at the edge of the cemetery, my instincts instantly shifted to high alert. But what I saw wasn’t a threat—it was a gathering of pack members, both mine and hers, coming together in a show of unity that had become all too rare in our fractured society.

"What’s happening?" Victoria asked, confusion evident in her voice.

My chest swelled with unexpected emotion. "They’ve come to see you off. To offer strength before battle. It’s an old tradition—one I didn’t think anyone remembered."

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