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“I love you,” she added, softer now. “And I always will.”

Mirelle stepped back as the air around them brightened.

“By earth, by magic, by blood and bond—this union is sealed.”

The spirits rose like mist.

The moon dipped lower, as if bowing.

And Jace leaned in, sealing their promises with a kiss so full of truth it tasted like a lifetime.

The party afterward was nothing short of legendary.

Logan danced with a dryad. Dominic got caught kissing the different nymphs near the enchanted punch. Milo wore a new crown and insisted on giving a speech, which was mostly him complaining about not being allowed on the dessert table.

But none of it compared to dancing with Lyra beneath a full moon, her bare feet on his boots, her fingers curled behind his neck.

“We did it,” she whispered.

“Weareit,” he corrected.

She smiled and kissed him, slow and soft and infinite.

Later, as the crowd thinned and the lanterns dimmed, they slipped away—hand in hand, laughter in their wake.

Their honeymoon cottage stood at the forest’s edge, tucked in a glade that hummed with warmth and privacy. Inside, the fire was already lit, and their favorite quilt lay folded at the foot of the bed.

Jace kicked the door closed behind them and turned to her.

“You ready?”

Lyra grinned. “Only if you are, Alpha.”

And as they disappeared into the glow of their forever, marked and mated, wrapped in love, magic, and everything they’d fought for.

The moon watched.

And the woods whispered.

And Celestial Pines dreamed on.