Beneath the Alpha's Moon

Eldur’s POV

Her breathing was soft—too soft.

I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the curve of her brow. Her lashes fluttered every now and then, like she was dreaming. I wanted to believe it was something sweet. Something far from what happened tonight. Far from me.

My heart hadn’t stopped pounding since the moment I caught her.

I’d never held anything that mattered this much. Not magic, not power. Not even myself. Only her.

Nova.

I whispered her name like a prayer I didn’t deserve to say.

And I waited.

Watched.

Listened.

Worried like I wasn’t the kind of man people feared in alleys and whispered about in the dark.