Luna's eyes snapped open.
But they weren't her eyes anymore.
No longer silver.
No longer bound by anything mortal.
They gleamed like full moons—blinding, celestial, ancient.
SUGA staggered back, chest heaving. For the first time in years, fear stirred in him—not of her, but of what this bond might be unlocking.
"Luna?" he said carefully.
She sat up, slow, like rising from another world. Her voice came out layered—hers and not hers at the same time.
"The curse is alive."
SUGA clenched his fists. "I know. I feel it. It's… pulling at my veins."
The Alpha Mark on his collarbone was glowing now, veins spidering outward like molten roots. It pulsed with each heartbeat, every thud like a war drum inside his skull.
"I don't know how to stop it," he admitted.
Luna looked at him—not with fear, but with knowing. Something in her blood remembered. Something in her soul recognized what was happening.
"You don't," she whispered. "I do."
And then—without warning—she stood. Walked straight to him. Their bond flared like wildfire. The moon above them bloomed white-hot. Every tree bent slightly inward as if listening.
SUGA stared down at her, breathing ragged.
His walls were down. His scars exposed.
"If we do this," he warned, "if we seal the bond… I won't be able to let you go. Even if it kills me."
"And if we don't?" she asked.
He smirked bitterly. "Then it definitely kills me."
Luna's fingers brushed his collarbone, just over the mark. His breath caught—sharp and sharp and shattering.
"Then let it kill us both," she said.
"But not without a fight."
And that's when she kissed him.
No hesitation. No second-guessing. No sweet fairytale softness.
This was war. This was mating. This was the moon's fury finding its match.
SUGA's hands found her waist, pulling her in like he'd been waiting a lifetime. Their kiss burned—the kind that leaves you marked. That rewrites fate. That doesn't just seal a bond, but burns it into the universe.
And the moment their lips met—
The forest howled.
Not wolves. Not wind.
The Goddess herself.