Chapter 50

Tyler. The crowd cheered so loud that the temple seemed to tremble with collective excitement. The air around us crackled with the shared joy of the pack, an energy that pulsed through my veins. For a moment, it felt like Arya and I were the only ones in the temple, lost in the intoxication of the victory and the connection we shared. Natalie, with her infectious laughter, joined Arya, hugging her close. Mine. Arya was unequivocally mine. The realization settled deep within me, a truth written in the stars and sanctioned by the moon goddess herself. Nothing could alter this connection—not even the shadow of Ethan. I laughed with my pack members, their howls and claps resonating in my ears. My heart swelled with pride as I watched her. She stood there, radiant and beautiful, a beacon of happiness in the midst of our triumph. The mark on her, the physical manifestation of our bond, seemed to enhance her allure, making her even more attractive than usual. This was more than just a