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Reba’s POV

I stood by the window, gently rocking Lucas in my arms, watching the morning light y across his tiny features. His eyshes looked like golden fans in the sunlight, his blue eyes–Dominic’s eyes–blinking curiously at the world. I breathed in his sweet baby scent, mixed with my own and Dominic’s, creating that unique family marker that made my heart swell.

Behind me, I heard the soft rustle of fabric as Dominic dressed in his ck suit for the funeral. I could feel theplex emotions flowing through our mate bond–heavy, somber, yet determined.

“I really hate leaving him at a time like this,” Dominic said, approaching us. His voice was low and gentle, so different from themanding tone he used at thepany or with the pack. He extended his arms, and I carefully transferred Lucas to him. Watching this powerful Alpha holding our child with such tenderness melted something inside me.

*Diana will take good care of him,” I assured him, stroking his arm lightly. “I’ve prepared enough milk in the refrigerator and made a detailed schedule. If there’s any problem at all, we can be back in minutes.”

Dominic kissed Lucas’s forehead, then looked up at me with a smile. “You always think of everything, don’t you?b” /b

I shrugged slightly. “Just motherly instinct, I guess.” Though I’d only been a mother for a few weeksb, /bthe protective urge had be as natural as breathing.

I turned toward the closet and pulled out the simple ck dress I’d chosen for today. It had a high neckline that would perfectly conceal my mate mark–not that I was ashamed of it, but a funeral demanded more conservative attire.

As I slipped the dress on, I noticed Dominic standing before the mirror, his fingers brushing over his family ring. The obsidian stone gleamed darkly in the morning light, carrying generations of Sterling family history and responsibility. I knew that despite his strength, attending Elizabeth’s funeral was painful for him. She had tried to harm us, yes, but she had also been part of his life since childhood.

“Are you ready?” I asked softly, moving to his side.

Dominic took a deep breath, his expression resolute. “I am. Remember, today we represent not just ourselves, but the entire Silver Moon Shadow Pack. No matter how hostile Ronald Collins appears, we must maintain dignity and restraint.”

I nodded, casting onest nce at Lucas’s crib before following Dominic out of the bedroom. Our little family was facing new challenges, but I knew that together, we could handle anything.

bAs /bour car approached the funeral grounds, I felt my anxiety rising. This was my first werewolf funeral, and also our first official appearance as future Alpha and Luna since Lucas’s birth. Dominic kept a vignt eye on our surroundings while checking the security briefing on his phone. Raymond carefully parked in the designated area, where a row of ck luxury cars was already neatly lined up.

When we stepped out of the car, I was immediately overwhelmed by the scents. Dozens of different werewolf markers hit my senses at bonce/bb, /bmaking me dizzy for a moment. fnb3e8 Newest update provided by F?nd-Novel/fnb3e8

“I still don’t get used to so many scents hitting me at once,” I whispered to Dominic, my voice nearly carried away by the breeze.

He ced his hand protectively at my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “Focus on my scent,” he suggested quietly. “It will help you filter out the othersb./b”

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I took a deep breath, focusing on Dominic’s familiar pine and winter air scent, and gradually the others faded into the background. As we walked, I noticed the strategic positioning of security personnel around the area. All wore ck suits with Silver Moon Shadow Pack emblems blinking in their earpieces, scanning each arriving guest with alert eyes.

A burly male werewolf with calcting eyes tracked our movements, his gaze lingering on me with obvious assessment. The scrutiny made me ufortable, causing me to move closer to Dominic.

“That’s the representative from the Northern Mountain Tribe,” Dominic exined quietly. “Don’t worry, he’s just curious. The Northern packs rarely interact with outsiders, especially Gained Ones like you.”

As we approached the main ceremony area, the surroundings were arranged with simple dignity–white flowers and silver ribbons adorning each row of seats, the air heavy with the scent of pine and some ancient spice I couldn’t identify.

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