Third Person's POV Damon pushed with all his might, but Adam's strength, unexpected and tenacious for his size, kept him locked onto him. His persistence, misread by his packmates as shyness, only emboldened him. Around them, the pack erupted in chaotic amusement. Classmates who had just witnessed a rekindled forbidden romance-an Alpha and his destined mate reunited-cheered and howled. The hotel band struck up a jaunty love tune, oblivious to the torment that clawed at Damon from within. He could only gag, the sensation as vile as a wolf forced into its own vomit. Then, a sudden collective cry broke the night: "Meteor!" All eyes turned skyward. None saw Damon's humiliation or Adam's fleeting pout; all were drawn by the celestial spectacle. The night veiled the jagged ridges of the mountains, softening them into ink-washed silhouettes, while the stars above shimmered like the eyes of a thousand ancestral wolves watching over the world. Yet even more mesmerizing than the heavens were the two figures in the moonlit flower grove-Aysel and Magnus, naturally drawn together by the bond of fate. Recognition sparked murmurs of awe. Emma raised her device with practiced speed, capturing the Alpha and his destined mate under the stars-a vision of strength and beauty unparalleled in any pack. Outside the grove, Manager Wren signaled tensely to his team. "Quick, quick! Are you ready?" Hands formed the familiar "OK" sign. Wren counted down: "One... two... three!" Meteor streaks faded, and hundreds of drones ascended, painting a living tapestry across the night sky. Mountains, rivers, and wolves interlaced with roses, forming a celestial story of bond and territory. On the ground, flower lights dimmed, replaced by a swarm of luminescent green fireflies, darting among the petals like a dancing pack of spirits, creating an ethereal, almost sacred forest. Zenia guided the gawking classmates aside, leaving the floral haven to the destined pair. Magnus' eyes tracked Aysel as her attention flickered toward the tiny green lights, until it returned to him. Then, with the commanding fluidity of an Alpha, he lowered onto one knee, the ritualistic posture of devotion clear to every wolf present. "From the moment we united, everything felt destined," Magnus' voice rumbled, smooth and steady like a dominant Alpha asserting claim. "Yet I realize I owe you a proper declaration. Aysel Vale, I love you. I love you beyond measure, and I want to share my life with you. If I have passed your trials, may I officially take the title of your mate?"Aysel's gaze met his, then nodded, her eyes glittering like twin moons reflected in a forest pool. Magnus smiled, producing a ring he had carefully crafted and personally brought back from Europe. "And if I may be greedy... may I also be your fiancé?" Aysel laughed, soft and radiant. "Mate is enough. Fiancé is fine too. If it's you, Magnus, both are perfect." Their hands met, warmth and pack instinct flowing between them. Magnus carefully slid the ring onto her finger, every movement attuned to his mate's reactions, wolf and human senses fully intertwined. Aysel mirrored his smile, leaning to press her lips to his, sealing their bond with the silent ferocity of destined wolves. "Then, if you are willing to be my mate and fiancé," she whispered, "stand and embrace me." Magnus rose, lifting her into his arms with Alpha strength, spinning once, twice, fireflies swirling around them. All past grievances, burdens, and manipulations melted into insignificance. In this moment, the world existed solely for them-the Alpha and his destined mate. Around them, subtle cries of emotion rose. Some female wolves wept, touched by the display of devotion. Others remained transfixed by the sight of Magnus, kneeling so fully, completely devoted to his mate-a tenderness rarely witnessed even among the most disciplined Alphas. Those familiar with Magnus' fearsome reputation could scarcely reconcile it with the vulnerability and adoration he now displayed. The bond between them was raw, exclusive, undeniable-witnessed by pack and mortal alike. Manager Wren exhaled in relief, signaling the team, his heart pounding. "Perfect." Meanwhile, in the shadows, Damon Blackwood, restrained and gagged, struggled in vain. His eyes, burning with helpless fury, witnessed the truth: he had lost her forever. She belonged to Magnus, body and soul. Every instinct of pack and wolf confirmed it.