Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 133: Going Back Home

Chapter 133: Going Back Home

LUCIAN’S P.O.V.

Three months. It had been three months since Teresa and I arrived at Adrian Daegon’s estate in the beautiful Valley. Time had flown by, but every second was etched into my memory as if burned there by a branding iron. The man—no, the vampire—had changed my life in ways I never thought possible. He had taken the wreckage of my pride, shattered alongside my sight, and forged it into something new. Adrian’s voice still lingered in my mind like an old melody, calm and unyielding, filled with wisdom beyond his youthful appearance.

"Lucian," Adrian had said during one of our grueling training sessions, his tone light, yet his words sharp as steel. "Being blind doesn’t make you weak. Weakness is allowing it to control you."

Adrian wasn’t just a teacher. He was a force, a guide, and damn near infuriatingly perfect at everything he did.

Thanks to him, I could walk into any room and know exactly where everything was. Every breath, every heartbeat, every faint shift in weight told me a story. My world was no longer dark; it was vibrant with sounds, scents, and sensations. But as much as Adrian taught me about my new reality, it was Teresa who taught me how to truly live in it.

She was no longer the soft, fragile woman who once fled from Adrian in fear. The Valley had transformed her, just as it had me. She was fierce now, sassy in a way that matched my sarcasm blow for blow. She challenged me, kept me on my toes, and occasionally drove me insane—but I loved every second of it.

"Lucian," Teresa’s voice pulled me back to the present as we stood by the massive entrance to Adrian’s estate. "Are you going to brood all day, or are we leaving?"

"I don’t brood," I shot back, smirking. "I contemplate deeply. There’s a difference."

She scoffed, her footsteps light but deliberate as she walked closer. "Call it whatever you want, Mr. Broody Alpha. Just don’t make us late. Juliette will have my head."

Juliette, was the happiest I’d ever seen her. The Valley suited her, and with their baby in her arms, she had no intention of leaving with us. I knew Rylan, would be devastated by the news, but Juliette promised to visit regularly.

Elizabeth on the other hand, confidently assured us that once Mai turned four, she’d step in to begin her witch training. Her promise carried a weight of certainty, and we couldn’t thank her enough for everything.

As for Margaret, the silence on her end was a relief. With any luck, she’d keep her distance from Adrian—just the way we all preferred it.

We gathered outside, the entire group ready for the journey back home. Leonard, ever the chaotic troublemaker, was the loudest of the bunch.

"Lucian," Leonard called, his voice carrying that familiar mischievous edge. "You sure you don’t want one of my medallions for the road? They work wonders for your...mood."

"Leonard," I replied dryly, "the only thing your medallions do is make me want to strangle you."

His laughter rang out, joined by the others as we boarded in the luxurious bus we had arrived in.

The ride was surprisingly lively. I found Teresa’s hand almost instinctively, pulling it to rest in mine. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into me slightly, and I took the opportunity to rest my head on her shoulder.

"Look at this," Katrina teased, her tone dripping with mock awe. "The mighty Alpha reduced to a needy pup. Isn’t that adorable?"

Laughter filled the bus as Max chimed in, "It’s good to see, though. You’ve been impossible to deal with until now. All thanks to our beautiful Luna."

"I wasn’t that bad," I muttered, though I could feel Teresa’s amusement radiating off her.

"Yes, you were!" came the unanimous reply, followed by another round of laughter.

"Teresa," Adam added with a grin, "you’ve brought light into his life—and, by extension, ours. Please don’t ever leave. We can’t go back to that grumpy Alpha of old."

Even I couldn’t help but laugh at their antics. Teresa squeezed my hand, and though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was smiling.

Two days, one hotel stay, and a thousand sarcastic comments from Teresa later, we finally arrived back at the pack lands. The moment I stepped out of the car, the familiar scents of home—pine trees, rich earth, and the unmistakable warmth of family—hit me like a wave. Relief washed over me, tangled with a sense of anticipation that prickled under my skin.

"Finally," Teresa groaned, stretching like a cat beside me. "I was starting to think you were trying to avoid coming back."

"I was avoiding it," I teased, smirking in her direction. "Trouble never lets me breathe when I’m home."

As if summoned by the mere mention of it, Alex came bounding out of the mansion like an overenthusiastic puppy. His voice, brimming with warmth and sincerity, greeted us before he even got close.

"Oh my goddess, Alpha! You’re back!" he exclaimed, practically skidding to a stop in front of us. "Welcome home, sir! And you too, Luna."

"Good to see you, Alex," I said, clasping his shoulder firmly. "We missed you, too. Keeping things running smoothly, I hope?"

He beamed like I’d just handed him the moon. "Of course, Alpha. Though...things are never quite the same without you."

More pack members began gathering, their voices a chorus of joy and curiosity. Their excitement was palpable, and I could sense their gazes flitting between Teresa and me. If anyone noticed my blindness, they said nothing, their respect and affection weaving into the atmosphere.

After promising the crowd a proper reunion later, Teresa and I finally escaped into the quiet sanctuary of the mansion.

The air inside was calm, scented faintly like rose petals—probably Alex’s doing—and for a moment, I let myself savor the peace.

"Where are the babies?" I asked, surprised by the sudden absence of the usual coos and giggles that filled the car minutes ago.

"Katrina took them upstairs," Teresa replied, her voice soft and tinged with affection.

I reached for her hand, the familiar warmth grounding me. "Then let’s go freshen up. I’m not facing the pack without at least washing off two days’ worth of travel."

Before we could make it two steps, Alex’s hesitant voice stopped us.

"Alpha," he began, and I could hear the tension threading through his words. "There’s been...uh...trouble. Sir Rylan is at the meeting hall right now trying to, uh, diffuse it."

I groaned, the sound halfway between exasperation and resignation. "Of course there’s trouble. Trouble and I are practically married at this point."

Teresa chuckled beside me. "At least this relationship won’t be boring."

Turning to her, I asked, "Do you mind coming with me? I might need someone to keep me from strangling anyone."

Her fingers tightened around mine in a reassuring squeeze. "Wouldn’t miss it for the world."

The meeting hall was a storm of chaos when we arrived, with voices raised so high I could practically feel the vibrations in the air. Rylan’s deep, commanding tone struggled to cut through the noise, his usual composure teetering on the edge.

It took exactly two seconds for my patience to snap.

"ENOUGH!" I barked, my voice slicing through the cacophony like a whip.

The room went silent so fast you’d think I’d used magic. I felt every pair of eyes turn toward me, startled.

"Lucian," Rylan breathed, the relief in his tone palpable. "Thank the goddess you’re back."

I stepped forward, relying on the sharpness of my other senses to gauge the room. Heartbeats hammered, breaths hitched, and the faint scent of guilt lingered in the air.

"What’s going on here?" I asked, my tone firm but calm.

The response was immediate—a barrage of voices all talking over each other, each one trying to outshout the other. It was an absolute mess.

Before I could even attempt to rein them in, Teresa’s sharp, commanding voice cut through the chaos like a knife.

"Enough!" she snapped, her tone so fierce that even I straightened a little. "One at a time, or so help me, I will personally drag you out of here by your ears."

Silence. Blessed, beautiful silence.

A smile tugged at my lips despite the tension. She was utterly perfect—sharp, fearless, and just the right amount of terrifying.

Teresa leaned close and whispered, "You’re smiling."

I smirked, tilting my head toward her. "It’s hard not to when you’re being so...effective."

She rolled her eyes, but the faint fluttering of her heart betrayed her amusement. I squeezed her hand, grateful—not just for her strength in that moment, but for her presence in my life.

"Alright," I said addressing the room, "what’s got all your panties in a twist?"

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