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in Vengeance 155

    Third Person’s POV


    Lucien Duskgrave’s lips parted, his voice low <b>and </b>smooth as velvet.


    Parce que je veux t’épouser


    +8 Pearls


    The French sybles slipped through the air like the resonant hum of a cello, brushing <b>against </b>the tension of the moment like silk over steel.


    Riley Vale’s pupils shrank slightly. The soft glow of the bedroom lights caught the subtle sheen on Lucien’s <b>lips</b>, making them gleam with a rose–gold hue. <b>But </b>in her ears–<b>only </b>silence.


    Nyra’s powerpletely disappeared.


    If Riley <b>had </b>still been able to catch a few of Kael’s furious curses earlier, <b>now </b>she couldn’t <b>hear </b><b>a </b>single sound at all.


    A strange silence enveloped her like a thick fog–unnatural, heavy, and absolute.


    She blinked, disoriented. The world around her moved–Lucien’s lips, the lightning outside, even <b>Kael’s </b>mouth twisting in rage through the ss–but it all unfolded inplete, suffocating stillness.


    A faint ringing echoed in her ears, then dulled into a vacuum. Just the <b>crushing </b>quiet that reminded her, mercilessly, of what she had <b>lost</b>.


    Her throat tightened. She had known it wasing–this silence.


    The doctors had warned <b>her </b>before she left prison: the repeated <b>blows </b>to her ears, the fractures left untreated, the ruptured <b>eardrums </b><b>that </b>never fully healed. The guards never cared how hard they struck her–especially when they pped her for not answering fast enough, for flinching, for daring to look them in the


    сус.


    Every p had chipped away at her world, and now, it <b>had </b>finally copsed.


    She swallowed the bitterness that <b>rose </b>in her throat.


    She hadn’t understood him. Not even a <b>word</b>.


    But she smiled anyway, Carefully, <b>gently</b>, as if pretending the ache in her chest didn’t exist. <b>As </b>if she <b>hadn’t </b>just been reminded of everything shecked–especially now that her hearing was gone.


    Lucien saw it—just the faintest hitch in her expression, a hesitation sosmall it might’ve gone unnoticed by anyone else. But not by him. His wolf noticed too, stirring uneasily inside his chest, sniffing qut her sadness like a <b>trail </b>of blood in the snow.


    He watched the trembling of hershes, the <b>fragile </b>shadow they <b>cast </b>beneath her <b>eyes</b>. A chuckle rumbled softly from <b>his </b>throat, too low for her to hear


    “Willing” he asked.


    Thas–she understood. She could read his lips.


    <b>And </b>though her heartbeat faltered in fear, Riley nodded without hesitation. “I do”


    Outside the <b>manor</b>, thunder cracked against the sky like the <b>heavens </b>bearing witness. Lightning lit up the ss behund her. <b>shing </b>across Lucien’s <b>face </b>and illuminating the wildness beneath hisposed exterior. A flicker of something ancient starred in lys irises–his cursed wolf, awakened.


    She lived him <b>just </b><b>like </b>that


    Lucien felt a sharp twist in his gut Her trust hit him harder than any battle wound ever had. She was too pure Too fragile


    Too easy to break.


    ++8 Pearls


    But her answer–that soft, unknowing “yes“-meant more to him than she could everprehend. She <b>had </b><b>just </b>agreed to marry the Alpha of Stormridge Pack, the <b>man </b>whispered about in terrified <b>half</b>–truths. The one the Vale <b>family </b>once tried to force her upon. The one cursed by the Moon Goddess herself to never find his fated mate–unless she fell in love with him


    And tonight she’d said yes.


    She <b>was </b>his.


    He turned off the lights with a quiet <b>flick</b>. letting the room <b>fall </b>into a soft, warm darkness. Riley <b>curled </b>under the nkets, her silhouette peaceful–blissfully unaware of how her decision had just altered both their fates.


    Downstairs, the <b>old </b><b>stone </b>hallways of the Duskgrave estate echoed under Lucien’s steady footsteps. As he entered the drawing room, three pairs of eager eyes snapped up to meet <b>him</b>.


    Matriarch Duskgrave–his <b>grandmother</b>–was practically glowing. “Lucien, where’s Riley?”


    “She’s resting”


    “What were you two doing in there?” she asked, half–knowing, half–<b>prying </b>


    Lucien answered inly, folding his <b>tall </b>frame into a leather armchair, long legs crossed with quiet elegance. “I proposed. She agreed.”


    There was a full beat of silence.


    “You what?” the Matriarch nearly choked, her eyes <b>as </b>wide as full moons.


    “How did you even propose?” asked Mrs. Beck, her voice caught between horror and awe.


    Lucien arched a brow. “I <b>asked </b>if <b>she’d </b>marry me. She <b>said </b>yes.”


    Mia, the old caretaker, blinked in disbelief. “That’s it? No ring? No ceremony? No wolves howling in celebration?”


    The women shared a look of stunned disbelief. But their shock slowly melted into soft smiles.


    “She’s been through too much,” Mia murmured, her eyes misting. “Maybe simple is exactly what she needed.”


    But Matriarch Duskgrave had other thoughts. She scowled fiercely. “You’re <b>lucky </b>she’s not the kind to ask for more. You better make it up to her. I want a proper ceremony. Moon–blessed. Pack–witnessed. Understood?”


    Lucien gave a <b>faint </b>nod, though his wolf snarled in disdain at the idea of fanfare. He <b>didn’t </b>care for traditions. He only cared that she <b>was </b>lus now.


    Later that night, with the estate <b>nketed </b>in quiet and only the <b>distant </b>echoes of Kael Vale’s fury still ringing from the outer gates, Lucien remained <b>alone </b>in the <b>dim </b>drawing room. <b>Thunder </b><b>grumbled </b><b>like </b><b>some </b><b>ancient </b><b>beast </b><b>outside</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>his <b>cursed </b>wolf shifted restlessly beneath his skin.


    He thought back to that moment upstairs.


    Her delicate lips <b>shaping </b>the words “I do”


    Her eyes brimming with <b>trust </b>she had no reason to <b>give </b>


    Her body still fragile from years of suffering, trembling in his arms


    He i never meani te propose–not yet. But the words hade unbidden, rising from somewhere deep and primal.


    Parce que je veux tepouser


    Because I want to marry <b>you </b>


    Not because the Pack needed


    Chapter 15S


    But because his wolf had <b>chosen</b>.


    +8 Pearls


    And for the first time in years, the curse didn’t feel so absolute. Not <b>when </b>Riley Vale <b>was </b>upstairs sleeping with his scent on her skin. Not when her agreement rang louder in his memory <b>than </b>any pack blessing ever could.


    The storm raged on, <b>but </b>inside, Lucien’s world <b>had </b>gone quict—seuled.


    Because tonight, the Moon finally <b>gave </b><b>him </b>something <b>he </b>never <b>thought </b>he’d have.


    Hope


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