Chapter 395: (END)

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But there she was, nestled in my arms, her small wolf form defying every rule we had ever known. Her coat was soft and luminous, like spun silver, and her eyes held an intelligence far beyond what any newborn should possess.

“She is the child of the prophecy,” Layla whispered in my mind, her tone reverent. “This is her destiny.”

I looked at Ryder, my heart hammering. “What does this mean?”

He shook his head slowly, equal parts awe and fear moving across his face. “I don’t know. But whatever comes — we will protect her. Always.”

My father stepped forward, his face pale but set with quiet resolve. “This is the prophecy, Jasmine. She represents change. Power. She is going to rewrite history.”

His words sent a shiver through me, but I pushed the fear aside. This was not the moment to dwell on the weight of destiny or the dangers it might carry. Right now, she was simply my daughter.

“She is our daughter,” I said, my voice unwavering. “And no one is going to take her from us.”

As if she felt my determination, my daughter shifted back into her human form, her tiny fingers grasping at the air as though reaching for me. I held her close, feeling a fierce, protective love surge through every part of me.

The room fell into a hush, everyone watching her with a mixture of awe and reverence. Ruby moved closer, her eyes bright. “She’s going to change everything, Jasmine. I can feel it.”

о𝘳𝗀𝗮𝗻i𝘻е 𝗒𝘰𝘂𝘳 𝗅і𝘣r𝖺𝘳𝗒 𝗈ո 𝗴𝖺l𝗇оvе𝘭𝗌.𝖼о𝗺

“She already has,” I replied softly, but without a trace of doubt.

Ryder slipped his arm around me, his steady warmth grounding me as we looked down at our daughter together. She was more than a prophecy, more than a symbol of power or change. She was ours.

And I would do whatever it took to protect her.

Hours later, when everyone had finally gone and it was just the three of us — Ryder, our daughter, and me — I let myself breathe. Truly breathe, for the first time in longer than I could remember.

“She is going to be extraordinary,” Ryder said softly, his eyes full of wonder as he watched her sleep.

“She already is,” I answered, tracing the curve of her tiny hand with my fingertip.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead. “And so are you. I don’t know how you do it, Jasmine. Every time I think you can’t possibly surprise me any more, you prove me wrong.”

I smiled, my heart so full it ached. “I do it for you. For her. For us.”

We sat together in the quiet, the weight of everything we had been through settling around us — but it no longer felt like a burden. It felt like a promise. A purpose. A tomorrow I was ready to fight for.

Our daughter stirred in her sleep and curled her tiny fingers into a fist. I smiled, knowing that no matter what the prophecy demanded, no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.

Because I was not only a Luna. Not only an Alpha.

I was a mother.

And no prophecy, no enemy, no force in this world or any other would ever take that from me.

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The End.

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