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Chapter 6 - Chapter Thirty-One: Ashes and Embrace

The first light of dawn filtered softly through the broken

windows, casting gentle gold over the shattered temple floor. The echoes of

battle had faded into silence, replaced by the quiet rhythm of their breaths

and the steady beat of healing hearts.

 

Selene sat beside Lucien, her hands glowing faintly with

warm, soothing magic as she pressed them to the deep wound across his side. His

pale skin was marred by bruises and blood, but his crimson eyes, though tired,

held a spark that no darkness could extinguish.

 

"You shouldn't have taken the blow," Selene murmured, voice

thick with emotion.

 

Lucien's lips curled in a faint smile, touched with both

pride and pain. "I would do it again—for you."

 

Ronan knelt beside them, his amber gaze soft but fierce,

hands gentle as they brushed Selene's hair back from her face. His wolf form

was partially retracted now, the beast's wildness settling into protective

warmth.

 

Selene's breath hitched as Ronan leaned in, lips trailing

slow, tender kisses along her jawline. The tension that had gripped them all

loosened in that simple touch, a balm to battered souls.

 

Lucien shifted closer, his fingers threading through

Selene's hair, anchoring her in the moment.

 

"We survived because of this," Lucien whispered, voice raw

with unspoken promises. "Because of us."

 

Ronan's hand found Lucien's, fingers curling around his in

silent solidarity.

 

Selene smiled, tears slipping freely now, not of sorrow but

of overwhelming love and relief.

 

"We are stronger than the darkness," she said softly.

"Because we fight it together."

 

Their hands met, a circle of warmth and power that hummed

with magic and desire.

 

Slowly, the three of them began to untangle from the armor

of war and pain, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath.

 

Lucien's lips met Selene's in a kiss both fierce and

tender, while Ronan's hands roamed her back, grounding her in the safety of

their shared sanctuary.

 

The temple, scarred but standing, bore witness to the

sacred ritual of healing—not just of flesh, but of hearts.

 

As the sun climbed higher, they lay entwined, three souls

fused by fire, blood, and unbreakable love.

 

In this fragile peace, they found not just survival—but a

promise of forever.

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