The moon hung low in the sky, casting silvery light over your sanctuary. The soft rustle of leaves mingled with the symphony of crickets. Wrapped in Ghost’s arms, his warmth seeped into you, grounding you, as his fingers toyed with your hair. His touch was reverent, his presence steady like the earth beneath the nest you had built in secret. His nose brushed your cheek, a featherlight graze filled with love. “I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly promise that reverberated in your very soul. A soft smile curved your lips as you traced lazy patterns on his chest. “I couldn’t dream of anything better,” you whispered, your voice filled with awe, as though the moment might shatter.

This nest, your sanctuary, was a fragile bubble of peace. Your packs had been enemies for generations, their histories stained with blood and mistrust. As the Omega envoy, you were meant to bridge the divide, while Ghost, a newly anointed Alpha, carried the weight of leading his pack to a fragile peace. To reveal your bond, would mean betrayal to both sides. So, you kept it hidden, meeting only under moonlight to steal moments that belonged solely to the two of you. But the secret grew heavier with every stolen kiss, every heartbeat, every whispered promise.

Ghost shifted slightly, laying you down in the nest with a tenderness that softened his warrior’s edge. His weight pressed against you, anchoring you, a reminder of his strength and devotion. His eyes bore into yours, depths filled with longing and an unrelenting love. He stroked your cheek with a touch so soft it brought tears to your eyes. “I can’t do this anymore,” he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. “Hiding what we are—what you are to me. You’re my mate, my reason, my everything. I’d burn the world for you. I need you, and I need them to know. I want to mark you. I want this bond to be ours, not just in secret. Say yes, love. Please.” Tears welled in your eyes as his words crashed over you. It was a plea and a vow.