The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 362

NARRATOR

Valeria felt time had gone by too fast.

The knot in her chest kept tightening, but she had to learn to let them go.

“And I’m giving my treasures away too. The only thing I have besides my mate, so know that I’ll always be protecting them,” Hakon said gruffly.

“I’m sure Hannah and Abigail found extra protection and partners who love them,” Anastasia added at his side.

Her mother’s soul felt happy, and at the same time she shared the same feelings of nostalgia as Valeria.

She looked at her sons-in-law with a smile, and they nodded solemnly.

Even Fenrir pulled out what little seriousness he had for this moment.

At last, the delicate hands were clasped by her twins.

Cold and heat, ice and fire, reined in by powerful Selenic magic and a strong lycan lineage.

With each one letting go of a little piece of their heart, the ceremony could finally begin.

The couples stepped forward, forming a semicircle in front of the majestic woman who would preside over the unions.

On a higher section of the altar, the Selenia who survived the Goddess’s trials and years of imprisonment looked on, satisfied, at her race’s descendants and her family.

“By the power the Gods grant me, today, under the blessing of the moon, I will reaffirm the unions of your spirits and souls…”

Gabrielle’s vibrant voice rang out, and the lake full of people fell silent.

Quinn watched her with the same fire in his eyes that had burned since the day he met her.

Beautiful, immortal, it was as if time never touched her.

Dressed all in black, so stunning, she could have embodied the Goddess Selene herself.

Grateful for every moment at her side, he never regretted being chosen by Gabrielle.

It would be the two of them for eternity, and he was happy with that arrangement.

He didn’t want to share her with anyone and was content with the beautiful princesses who called him Uncle.

Celine took his hand lovingly, seated at his side.

They had both made it: got their happy ending, and it was all thanks to that incredible woman they considered their queen.

Valeria was also heading straight to her seat; the ceremony was starting, but the other main host wasn’t in his place.

She was actually starting to worry about Aldric.

“Mama, go that way,” Sigrid’s voice sounded in her mind.

Valeria looked at her without understanding, but her head turned toward the direction her daughter indicated.

“But the ceremony…” She didn’t know whether to sit or slip away; she was drawing attention.

“Go.” Sigrid’s hand stroked hers from her seat. “And don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.”

Valeria didn’t understand what those words implied, but she decided to make her escape as discreetly as she could.

She used her power to blend with the shadows and travel in the form of a little raven.

Her wings cut through the chill rising off the surface of the frozen lake, like a vast mirror reflecting everyone’s happiness.

Her mother’s words kept echoing, more and more emotional.

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