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Orion smiled to himself. The human woman might resist, but her body knew the truth. They belonged together, bound by forces older than them.

As he watched her looking through the telescope, he couldn't shake the memory of her vision from earlier. The moment their skin had touched, it had flooded into him—her precognitive ability sharing the intimate scene with such visceral clarity that he could still feel the phantom sensation of her skin beneath his fingertips. In the vision, his hands had explored every curve of her naked form, and his lips had traced a path from her neck downward with deliberate intent.

Orion moved closer to Seraphina, his wolf demanding proximity. His footsteps were silent as he positioned himself directly behind her while she peered through the telescope. Her scent—a combination of jasmine and something uniquely her—filled his nose, making his body tighten with need.

"Your vision," he murmured softly. "The one you shared when we touched. It could become reality." He placed his hands on either side of the telescope, not touching her but effectively creating a cage of his body around hers. "I want it to be reality."

He felt her breath catch and saw the slight tremor that ran through her body.

"What exactly did you see again?" she whispered, still not turning around.

Orion leaned closer, his breath warming the shell of her ear. "Everything. My hands mapping every inch of your skin. My lips on your neck..." He let his words trail off, allowing her imagination to fill in the blanks. "May I kiss you, Seraphina?"

She turned slowly within the confines of his arms, her green eyes wide with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. For a moment, her gaze dropped to his lips, and he could sense her indecision—the war between what her body wanted and what her mind feared.

Orion waited, his wolf snarling with impatience inside him. He would not rush this. A king took what was his, yes, but a true alpha earned what was offered.

Just as she swayed slightly toward him, something shifted in her eyes. She placed a hand on his chest, not pushing him away but creating distance.

"I should go back to my room now," she said, her voice unsteady. "This is all... too much, too fast."

The wolf in him howled in frustration. Orion straightened, stepping back to give her space, though every instinct screamed to pursue.

"As you wish," he said, his voice controlled despite the fire coursing through his veins. "I'll escort you."

The walk back to her suite was silent, tension crackling between them like electricity before a storm. At her door, she looked at him with those emerald eyes that seemed to see straight through the centuries of his existence.

"Goodnight, Orion."

"Sleep well, Luna," he replied, the title slipping out without thought.

Once alone back in his chambers, Orion stripped off his clothing with barely contained aggression. The fabric of his shirt nearly tore under his hands as he unbuttoned it. His muscles rippled with tension as he moved around the spacious room, trying to burn off the energy surging through him.

Naked, he fell onto his bed, the cool sheets doing nothing to soothe the heat of his skin. His body ached with unfulfilled desire, the centuries of waiting for his Luna now compounded by her physical presence under his roof but not in his arms.

Sleep, when it finally came, offered no relief. His dreams were filled with Seraphina—her soft skin under his hands, her voice whispering his name, and her body moving beneath his.His wolf ran alongside her through moonlit forests, chased her, caught her, and claimed her.

Orion tossed and turned, caught in the purgatory between waking desire and dreaming fulfillment, his body responding to visions that existed only in his mind... for now.

Orion woke with a growl the next morning, the faint light of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of his royal chambers. His body was taut with unresolved tension, his cock already hard and aching. Disgusted with himself, he threw off the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his dark gray hair.

The scent of Seraphina still lingered in his mind and it drove his wolf mad with need. He wasn't used to this kind of frustration. Four centuries of pleasure, always within reach, and now he couldn't bring himself to crave anything but her.

The door suddenly creaked open, and a familiar figure slipped inside, naked and confident—a woman whose name he barely remembered. She was just one of the many who had shared his bed over the decades. She approached with purpose, her hips swaying and her hand already reaching for him.

"Good morning, My King," she purred, her fingers brushing against his thigh as she knelt between his legs.

Orion's jaw tightened. Before her hand could close around him, he caught her wrist in a firm grip. "Stop."

She blinked up at him, confusion flickering across her face. "You usually?—"

"Things are different now." His voice was low, edged with finality. He stood, towering over her, his naked form radiating dominance. His wolf snarled, rejecting her proximity and her scent. Seraphina had ruined him for all others. "The Luna is here."

Her eyes widened, realization dawning. "So it's true," she whispered, pulling her wrist free and stepping back. "The pack has a Luna."

"Yes," Orion said, his tone softening slightly. "Inform the others. I'll have no need for any of you moving forward."

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the rejection. "It's a good thing, My King. The pack has waited too long for this."