Beneath the Alpha's Moon

TERESA’S P.O.V.

The morning after the proposal felt surreal, like I’d woken up in someone else’s fairy tale. Except, of course, this fairy tale involved Lucian Blackwood—the infuriating, rich, sarcastic alpha who had somehow stolen my heart and was now sitting at the head of the long dining table with a smug grin plastered across his ridiculously handsome face.

I, on the other hand, was a mess. My cheeks were flaming, my palms were clammy, and I was entirely too aware of every single pair of eyes darting curiously toward us as we sat down for breakfast.

"You look like you’re about to bolt," Lucian murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned toward me. His hand brushed mine under the table.

"Maybe I am," I hissed back, glaring at him. "You just said you’re going to be making an announcement to the entire pack!"

"Of course, I am. They need to know their future Luna said yes to their Alpha. It’s tradition." He grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. "Besides, they all love you."

Before I could protest further, Lucian rose from his seat. The room immediately hushed, all eyes snapping to him. He radiated authority, even in casual breakfast clothes. I had to admit, he made commanding a room look effortless.

"Good morning, everyone," Lucian began, his voice carrying effortlessly across the hall. "Before we dig into breakfast, I have an announcement to make."

Oh no.

I sank lower in my seat, willing the floor to open up and swallow me. Lucian’s smirk widened, clearly sensing my discomfort.

"Last night," he continued, his tone softening in a way that made my heart squeeze, "I asked Teresa to marry me."