Naomi POV
The minute he moved toward her, Naomi felt her wolf jump up and down, asking her to at least please kiss him. Hera knew that her demands hadn’t worked, so she begged, melting Naomi’s heart. Naomi couldn’t say no to her. Or Cyran.
It didn’t matter that they were in the council chamber with her family and half the pack as an audience. It didn’t matter that her family had told her to stay away from Cyran.
After all, she never said she would.
And their kisses got interrupted this morning, but Cyran wasn’t holding back now. He wasn’t getting in his own way and denying what he wanted, what they both wanted.
Quiet, reserved Naomi Tenebruso was kissing her possible fated mate in public. In the cult, she didn’t know or care whether he was her fated mate. Except with Cyran and Luna Lilia, Hades hadn’t been a fan of the concept of the Moon Goddess matching shifters. After all, he followed the Dark Goddess, who didn’t seem to bother with such petty things.