Chapter 22 : The Alphas Gift LIRA +15 Bonus The scent of cedarwood and crisp mountain air filled my lungs before I even opened my eyes .
I inhaled sharply , blinking against the morning light as I sat up .
The familiar dark walls of my room were … different .
I frowned .
The once cold , imposing stone was now softened by rich fabrics deep blue , silver , and cream draped along the walls .
A large , fur lined rug covered the floor , and at the foot of my bed sat a new chest , slightly ajar .
Curious , I slipped out of bed , shivering as my bare feet sank into the thick rug .
I crouched before the chest and gently lifted the lid .
Clothes .
Not just any clothes gowns , tunics , warm cloaks , and boots , all clearly tailored to fit me perfectly .
Every stitch and fabric choice spoke of care , not just practicality .
Who … ? The answer struck me instantly .
Caius .
I pressed my lips together , my heart doing something stupidly warm in my chest .
A knock interrupted my thoughts .
Come in ? The door swung open , revealing Ava , one of the omegas ..
She carried a tray of breakfast , her dark curls bouncing as she smiled .
Good morning , Lady Lira .
I winced .
Dont call me that .
Her grin widened .
Our Alpha told us to treat you as our Luna .
I stilled .
Luna .
The title felt too heavy , too foreign .

I took a steadying breath .
Ava , I dont want to be called that .
And not Lady either .
Just call me Lira .
Please .
1/2 Chapter 22 The Alphas Gift Ava hesitated , shifting her weight from foot to foot .
But … I could get in trouble if someone hears me .
I softened my expression .
Then just when its the two of us .
No one else has to know .
Please .
She bit her lip , clearly torn , before finally sighing .
Fine .
When its just us .
A small smile tugged at my lips .
Thank you .
+15 Bonus Ava set the tray down and gestured toward the room .
He had everything redone for you , you know .
Even picked the fabrics himself .
I arched a brow .
Caius picked fabric ? She giggled .
Argued with the tailor about it , too .
The image of the fearsome , ruthless Alpha Caius Vexmoor bickering over embroidery made me snort .
I shouldnt be amused .
I shouldnt be charmed .

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And yet … I turned back to the chest , running my fingers over the embroidery of a cloak .
The detail was intricate , the stitching precise .
Whoever had crafted these garments had done so with great skill .
But more than that , there was something undeniably personal about them .
Did he say why ? I asked quietly , still staring at the fine wool between my fingers .
Ava hummed as she arranged the breakfast tray on a small table near the hearth .
I suppose because he wants you to be comfortable .
It wouldnt do for the future Luna to dress like a rogue , now would it ? I shot her a look , and she only grinned .
A title .
Thats all it was .
A word that held power , expectation … weight .
A title that didnt belong to me .
Still , my traitorous heart twisted at the thought of Caius an Alpha known for his coldness taking the time to select fabric for me .
Please eat , Ava prompted , motioning to the tray of warm food .
Youll need your strength .
I frowned .
For what ? Her expression flickered , as though she hadnt meant to say that .
I just meant … its important to stay strong .
I narrowed my eyes .
Ava wasnt a great liar .
But before I could press her , she curtsied quickly and made her way toward the door .
Enjoy your breakfast , Lira .
The door clicked shut behind her .
213 Chapter 22 The Alphas Gift +15 Bonus I sighed and dropped into the nearest chair .
My gaze fell to the tray : fresh bread , honey , fruit , and a steaming cup of spiced tea .

It was the kind of breakfast one would serve nobility .
Or a Luna .
I shook my head , trying to shove the thought away , and reached for the tea .
The first sip was warm , soothing , but it did little to ease the growing unease settling in my chest .
Caius was making a statement .
And I wasnt sure I was ready for what it meant .
Breakfast sat half eaten on the tray as I turned my attention back to the chest .
My fingers traced over the soft fabrics , my mind reeling at the sheer number of choices .
Tunics , cloaks , and more gowns than I had ever owned in my life .
I sighed , pulling out a deep red dress before shaking my head and setting it aside .
Too bold .
A pale silver one followed .
Too delicate .
A forest green one too formal .
One by one , I discarded them , frustration building in my chest .
Why had he given me so many ? And why did I care so much about which one to wear ? Finally , my fingers landed on a deep blue gown , the fabric rich and flowing , fitted at the waist before cascading into soft folds .
It wasnt ostentatious like the others , but elegant in a way that felt … right .
I hesitated for only a moment before slipping into it .
The fabric was cool against my skin , the weight of it grounding .
I turned toward the mirror near the hearth , studying my reflection .
The gown suited me , molding to my figure in a way that was undeniably flattering .
The color made my eyes stand out , a shade darker than the silvery moonlight outside my window .
A lump formed in my throat .
This was a statement too .
I wasnt sure I was ready for what it meant either .