The Infertile Luna’s Revenge and the Alpha’s Regret - Chapter 62

Chapter 62

The room was bathed in soft moonlight. filtering through the grand windows of Logan’s private chambers. The celebration. of their wedding still echoed faintly in the distance, but here, within these walls, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them.

Logan stood by the fireplace, his jacket discarded, his shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing the taut lines of his chest. His piercing gaze remained on Amelia, who stood near the bed, her wedding dress. flowing around her like liquid light. There was a tender smile on his lips as he walked toward her.

“You look breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice low, thick with adoration. His hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

Amelia felt her heart flutter.

“And I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you,” she replied softly.

Logan leaned closer, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him as the world seemed to dissolve in the heat between them.

But just as his lips trailed to her neck, Amelia’s hands pressed against his chest, halting his movements.

“Logan, wait,” she whispered.

He pulled back immediately, concern clouding his features. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Amelia shook her head, her hands trembling slightly as she stepped out of his embrace. “No, you’ve been perfect. It’s just… I need to tell you something. Something important about me. I should have told you sooner, but I-”

Logan placed a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, Amelia. I’m your mate, your Alpha. Nothing you say will change that.”

Her throat tightened at his words, but she nodded, drawing in a shaky breath. “It’s about my past… about who I really am.”

Logan took her hand and led her to the edge of the bed, sitting beside her. His grip was firm, reassuring. “I’m listening.”

Amelia hesitated for a moment before beginning. “When I was a child, my parents. were slaughtered by a wolf with a red dragon tattoo on his arm. I’ll never forget that night. I hid while it happened, but I saw everything.” Her voice wavered, and Logan’s hand tightened around hers.

“Y–You see, I’m not just any wolf, Logan. I’m the last holder of the Rising Moon bloodline.” She paused, searching his face for any sign of shock or rejection.

“The Rising Moon bloodline?” Logan repeated, his brows furrowing in thought. “That’s… incredibly rare.”

“It’s more than rare,” Amelia said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s powerful, but it’s also unstable. My bloodline makes me stronger than most, but it’s dangerous. Without the proper balance, it could destroy me. That’s why…” She hesitated, her gaze falling to the floor.

Logan gently lifted her chin.

“That’s why what?”

“That’s why I need a mate’s bite to stabilize it,” she admitted, her cheeks flushed with shame. “Without it, my powers could spiral out of control. I didn’t want to burden you with this, but you deserve to know.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, and Amelia’s heart pounded in fear. She braced herself for rejection, for anger, but when Logan finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost teasing.

“So, let me get this straight,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re telling me my mate is not only stunningly beautiful but also the last heir to one of the most powerful bloodlines in existence? And she’s worried I might not like it?”

Amelia blinked, taken aback. “Logan, this isn’t a joke. My bloodline-”

He silenced her with a kiss, his lips soft but firm. When he pulled back, his gaze was steady and filled with unwavering affection. “Amelia, I don’t care what challenges come with your bloodline. You’re my mate. I’ll stand by you no matter what. And honestly,” he added with a playful grin, “the thought of my Luna being more powerful than me is kind of flattering. I am more than willing to help you stabilize your power.”

A laugh bubbled from Amelia despite herself, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m yours,” Logan corrected, brushing a tear from her cheek. “Now and always.”

He pulled her closer, his lips claiming hers again, and this time there was no hesitation, no fear. The bond between them burned brighter as he gently laid her back against the bed. His kisses trailed down her neck, and when he reached the delicate curve of her shoulder, he paused.

“This is where it’ll go,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “My bite. Are you. ready?”

Amelia’s breath hitched, but she nodded.

“Yes.”

With one final kiss to her lips, Logan sank his teeth into her shoulder, his bite firm yet careful. The moment his mark sealed, Amelia felt a surge of energy unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if every cell in her body awakened, her bloodline stabilizing, her power amplifying tenfold.

She gasped, her body arching as the energy coursed through her. Logan held her, his strong arms anchoring her as she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Amelia nodded, her eyes glowing faintly as she looked at him. “I’ve never felt stronger,” she whispered. “Or more complete.”

Logan smiled, his forehead resting against hers. “Then I did my job as your mate.”