Page 237 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

She smiles, emotion bright in her eyes. “With you by my side? Always.”

I smile faintly before turning us towards the pack, keeping her hand in mine.

“Tradition asks a luna to promise obedience to her alpha,” I begin, and several elders glance towards me, already realising I’m not going to repeat the old vow exactly as it was written. “But I have no interest in a Luna who walks behind me.” Sienna’s fingers tighten around mine. “My mate has stood beside me against enemies, gods, and monsters. She has challenged me when I was wrong, protected those I could not reach and proven that her strength belongs to no one but herself.”

Pride moves through me as I look at her.

“So tonight, I do not ask her to follow me. I ask her to lead with me.”

Something flickers across her face, soft and powerful all at once.

“Sienna Elektra Kendall Rossi,” I say, my voice carrying through the garden. “Do you accept the Blood Moon Pack as your home and its people as your own?”

“I do.”

“Do you vow to protect them, guide them and stand beside me as their Luna, not beneath my authority, but equal in the responsibility we carry?”

Her eyes don’t leave mine.

“I do.”

“And do you choose this pack and this future freely, knowing you will never be expected to surrender the family, education or path that made you who you are?”

A smile touches her lips.

“I choose it freely.”

I pass the dagger lightly across my palm again, reopening the wound, before looking down at her gloved hand as she removes her glove and holds her hand out to me. The idea of cutting her, even for this, makes every protective instinct inside me push back.

Sienna notices. “It’s alright,” she whispers.

I meet her gaze before making the smallest cut possible.

A thin line of blood appears, and I immediately press my palm to hers. The effect is instantaneous.

The mate bond bursts open between us as the power of the pack flows through our joined hands. My lightning rises instinctively, white-blue energy sparking around our wrists as her shadows answer, curling through it without smothering the light. For a moment, both powers twist together, neither commanding the other, before spreading out across the pack-link.

Sienna gasps. Her red eyes brighten as thousands of connections settle around her, each one recognising her place beside me.

I feel her wonder through the bond, the shock of so many lives touching hers.

Their loyalty.

Their hope.

Their acceptance.

Her gaze sweeps across the garden, and her lips part slightly. “I feel it…” she murmurs.

I place my hand on her back and pull her closer. Dad steps forward again, his gaze moving between us before he turns to the pack.

“For generations, the Blood Moon Pack has survived because its people stood together through every darkness placed before them. Tonight, a new era begins.” His expression softens as he looks at us. “I give you Jayce Westwood, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and Sienna Rossi, his Luna.”

Applause, howls and cheers rise into the night as the pack members’ emotions surge through the link with enough force to shake something deep within me. Wolves bow their heads, allied alphas raise their glasses, and our families stand together at the front, pride clear across every face. Her mother is crying, and her dad is smiling as he looks at both of us with pride.

I turn to Sienna and smile softly.

My Luna.