Chapter 90

Celia

A Month Later…

I still see Bianca's face in my dreams. I am unable to escape her and her devious plans that she once threw me in the center of. I dream of the way she laughed and cackled at me, all of my insecurities now taking on her face as I try to escape from her in my dreams.

It is only when I wake up that I realize that I am safe now, that she will never come back to hurt me ever again.

Soren’s arms remain wrapped around my body. The morning light begins to break through the curtains of the bedroom, the light cascading down our bodies as our limbs remain tangled underneath the sheets. My eyes flutter open, and I stare at Soren sleeping face, an overwhelming sense of love in gratitude, taking over my body.

If it weren't for Soren, I most likely would not be here today. If it weren't for him, I would most likely be 6 feet in the ground, never to speak her breathe ever again. It is because of Soren that I am safe in life in a place where nobody can hurt me ever again.

A yawn escapes my lips. I stretch out my arms over my head, slowly slipping free from the hole that Soren has me in. A quiet groan vibrates in the back of his throat. I smile at the sound, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

As soon as I sit up in bed, Soren drags me right back down, placing his body right on top of mine. A laugh flies form my lips and I wrap my arms around his neck as he presses light kisses to my jawline.

“No,” Soren’s voice is still heavy from sleep, “don’t leave me.”

“I have to,” I whisper back, containing as much of my giggles and laughs as possible. “I’m hungry. Why don’t I make us some breakfast, yeah? That sounds good right?”

Soren pulls his face away from my body. His face is still tired and I push his hair out of his face, unable to contain the smile that forms on my face when I look at him. He slightly frowns but nods, his grip on me releasing.

I slowly slip away from the bed and sneak across the room, trying to remain as quiet as possible. I exit the bedroom and walk down the hallway, the sound of crashing aves filling my ears as I reach the kitchen.

To the side of me sits the ocean. I stare at it through the open windows, my smile growing even wider now that we are in a place that is just for the two of us.

It wasn’t hard to convince Soren to come back to Oxford Bay. We both find peace in the waves and the way the sand feels beneath our feet. It is nice to know that Soren is just as interested in living in a place that is so important to me in my past with my parents.

I grab a nearby pan and place it onto the stove top as I move to the fridge to grab out ingredients for a breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and a fresh bundle of potatoes now sits on my counter.

I begin to cook away, chopping up the potatoes before throwing them into the oven alongside the bacon, moving my attention back up to the browning sausage in the pan and pile of un-cracked eggs that will be cooked last.

I have never felt more at peace in my life. Even before all of the drama and turmoil with Bianca went down, there was always something lingering in the back of my mind that I was never able to rid myself of. There was always a silent looming threat that hung over my head and it has left me with no peace and quiet in my life.

But now? Now, I am able to live my life with Soren the way that I see fit with no expectations or threats from the outside world, ready to spoil the life that I plan on living with my fated mate.

Just as I drop the eggs into the blistering hot pan, I feel a pair of hands wrap around from behind me. A smile spreads across my face, feeling Soren kiss my cheek as he makes himself at home against me.

“I have something to ask you,” Soren murmurs into my ear.

“Oh yeah?” I ask. He nods.

His hands quickly leave my waist as I flip the eggs over, lowering the heat. Slowly, I turn around, making for sure that nothing is going to burn before I give him my full attention. Once I turn around, my eyes drop down to Soren, my heart skipping a beat.

He is down on one knee, ring in his hand. He wears a smile on his face, his eyes focused on me and me alone. My hands fly up to cover my mouth, a gasp flying from my lips.

“Celia,” Soren begins, “I do not want to live my life without you. You are all that I can dream and think about. I love waking up beside you and going to sleep with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the woman that I love and I will spend the rest of eternity making for sure that you know that you are loved because, well, I love you.”

“Soren,” tears fill my eyes as he takes my hand in his own. He slides the ring onto my finger, the diamond glittering underneath the morning light.

“Please give me the honor in making you my wife,” Soren continues, rising to his feet. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Of course I will!” I immediately respond, tears rolling down my face.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press a kiss to his lips. His hands are firm on my waist, keeping me in place until I pull away. A content filled sigh leaves my mouth and I melt into his body, unable to contain the smile on my face.

“So,” I smile at him, feeling my cheeks heat up as an overwhelming sense of love overtakes my body, “how long were you planning on asking?”

“From the moment I got you back into my arms,” Soren admits, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. “I knew in that moment that I want to do nothing but make you happy for the rest of your life.”

“I’m going to hold you to it,” I tease him.

We share a laugh and I turn back to the breakfast, his arms still wrapped around my body as he watches me cook. We quietly talk with another another with the ocean as our backdrop, swaying with one another as music fills the kitchen.

This…this is what I want. This is what love truly feels like. I now know what my parents experienced with one another.

No longer am I the substitute that Soren hired all of those years ago.

No longer am I the meek girl who is afraid to overstep boundaries.

No longer am I the backup plan that people can use for their own advantage.

Right here, right now, in this moment, I am simply Celia, the future Luna of the Werewolf pack, who is effortlessly in love with the Alpha King, ready to start the new chapter of her life.

And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.