Luca's POV
Rian takes me to Greece for our second honeymoon.
"I want to do it right this time," he explains. "Give you the honeymoon you deserved."
We stay in a villa overlooking the ocean—private, beautiful, perfect.
The first day, we don't leave the bedroom.
"Jetlag," I tease when he pins me to the bed again.
"Insatiable for my husband," he corrects, kissing down my body. "Big difference."
I can't argue. We've been married for seven months, but this feels different. New. Chosen.
"You're thinking too much," he murmurs against my skin. "Stop thinking. Just feel."
I do. His mouth, his hands, his love—all overwhelming and perfect.
Later, we finally venture outside. The beach is private, sunset painting everything gold.
"This is perfect," I say, leaning against him.
"You're perfect." He wraps his arms around me. "Thank you for giving us a second chance. A real chance."
"Thank you for earning it." I turn in his arms. "You changed, Rian. Really changed. That's why I could love you."
"I changed because of you. For you." He cups my face. "You made me want to be better."
"You made me believe in love again."
We kiss as the sun sets—tender, passionate, full of promise.
That night, making love under the stars, everything feels right.
"I want this forever," I breathe.
"You have it. We have it." He moves deeper. "Forever, Luca. I promise."
The week passes in bliss—swimming, exploring, making love constantly. No pack duties, no responsibilities. Just us.
"I don't want to go back," I admit on our last night.
"We have to. Pack needs their Alpha and Luna." He pulls me close. "But we'll come back. Every year. Our place."
"Promise?"
"Promise." He kisses me deeply. "You're my priority. Always. Before pack, before duty, before everything. You."
That night, our last night, he worships me thoroughly. Every touch says I love you, I choose you, I'm yours forever.
When we finally join, it's overwhelming—emotion and pleasure and love tangled perfectly.
"Mine by choice," he breathes.
"Yours by choice," I gasp. "Always."
We fall asleep tangled together, the ocean singing outside.
Perfect honeymoon. Perfect week. Perfect us.
The flight home is bittersweet. I'm ready to return to our life, but I'll miss this stolen time.
"We'll make time," Rian promises, reading my thoughts. "Regular date nights. Weekend trips. I won't let us get lost in duty."
"Promise?"
"Promise." He kisses my hand. "You're my everything, Luca. I won't forget that."
When we arrive home, the pack welcomes us back with celebration.
"Missed you, Luna!" Sara hugs me.
"Missed you too."
But mostly, I'm just happy. Happy to be home, happy to be married, happy to be loved.
Rian pulls me close, and I feel it through the bond.
Home, he sends.
Home, I agree.
With him, anywhere is home.