Marrying the Moon Goddess

Name: Marrying the Moon Goddess
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Meg Elly Gerena

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The triplets Loki, Fenrir, Lycaon, are to rule the lives of the Lycan's. Selene born of the moon was gifted to rule over the werewolves, they have never come to meet as the children of the gods were born to rule their own creations. Until the day Lycan's and Werewolves began a w*r to end one another. The gods forbade the young triplets and the young goddess to never love another until they are to meet in marriage. Their fate made the choice to show they always belong together, but would their union free their children? Will Selene's lover let her go? Or will the triplets lovers allow their union? What happens when a marriage isn't enough and the moon goddess, daughter of the gods goes back to love a human? Will they hide her from the world who desires to use them for their own personal gain?

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Chapter 14 14. Selene POV

02-20 10:56

Chapter 1 Epilogue to a 17-year-old-Selene POV

Give it one more go, sliding the thin cotton into the needle.

After the fifth attempt, it enters, "Yes!"

My mother, who is pregnant, flinches at my shout.

We had been residing in the realm of the moon for some time.

I had been attempting to learn how to live as a woman without guards or servants and, as my aunts put it, "no distractions" while my mother carried my sister after the twins were born.

She gave birth to another son and, shortly after, my younger sister.

In every way imaginable, my father is enthralled with my mother, and he detests having to leave us to make sure my husbands obey.

They are not even remotely attractive to me right now.

I want to be with my parents after hearing them lament how terrible their death was.

How could I want three unappreciative partners?

even when they are my mates.

Could you please try to keep me from going into labor, Selene?

Mom asks, appearing quite frightened.

I did not realize mom gets sensitive when she is pregnant, and dad constantly tries to console her.

His patience is admirable, but I have also discovered that moms are just sensitive when it comes to getting pregnant and giving birth.

My aunts explained to me why my father was descended from royalty on both sides, but my mother was born into a lower social class.

Finding out that mom did not have the strength she usually does when she is not pregnant hurt me.

"I apologize, Mommy; after trying so hard, I just got excited."

As she completed her new quilt, she smiled broadly at me.

I am a pretty good small hanker-shifter and can do simple designs, but I can not make a single shirt, sheet, or anything my mother makes. I have a lot of work ahead of me.

I want to accomplish this as well as she can, so it irritates me.

I made the mistake of pinching my fingers while trying to knit my first shirt.

My mother was having a terrible time getting her to laugh.

She finally laughed at my words, "Not funny, Mom, it hurts like a bee sting," which made me laugh too.

"I hope they treat you well, Selene. Keep in mind what I said and what your fathers said. If they dare to ruin the life we have built for you, go with the person you love." Are we all clear, my love?

My mother, who was very concerned about me, saw my smile.

Despite the fact that my mother and I are not very similar, she has always been my best friend and for much more.

Except for the training, I resemble my father more than anything.

I am not very resilient to hits, but my mother's tactical advantage on the battlefield helped me get past a lot of the obstacles I encountered when training with my father.

Even my fated mates could not win him over; he is the most vicious god alive.

Over the years, they have all been defeated.

In order to educate them, my father must travel back and forth, but I have learned how to win on the battlefield-a skill that will help me win over my mates, just as my mother did before me.

If my twin siblings are born healthy, that makes eight of us total-they have certainly outdone our mother.

I hurriedly got up to assist my mother when I saw her begin to get out of her rocking chair, but as usual, everything fell on me, causing my mother to sit back down.

Mom sighed heavily as I put everything on the third chair, which held more of our sewing kits. "I am sorry, I will clean it in a second, I just want to help you get up is all," mom said.

When I eventually get up and get clean, my baby brother Leroy bumps me back into my rocking chair and says, "You have no self-control do you Selene? Mother is pregnant with Stella; the least you could do is fix your horrible coordination problems!"

When our mother pinched his cheek, he spoke with a refined posture, and I laugh at his state of mind at the moment.

"You, Leroy, your sister, and all of you are far from flawless, and I am really disappointed in you." Gods, being brown does not make for perfect puppies, and you have brought up that part of yourself in these situations. Now, before I kick you there, get our stuff ready with your aunts.

Leroy approached me without pausing to apologize for his impolite behavior. I detest seeing Mother regress when she is spending so much time with our sister.

I growled low at him. Despite carrying our sister, our mother is no coward.

She is not a weak goddess, though, despite being pregnant. "You have no right or justification to denigrate our mother in that manner. When he heard me say, "She is stronger than you will ever wish to be," his expression changed to one he used to apologize to his mother.

Instead, we could all hear our dads snarling.

Turning to face the door, our father-clad in filthy clothes-came in carrying a bouquet of my mother's favorite flowers, pink roses. "Leroy, it appears that you need more classes to change your behavior."

As my father entered, my brother walked with a noticeable shake in his eyes, his expression shifting from anger to pure adoration.

Seeing that my father still caressed my mother with such attentive affection warmed my heart.

He genuinely desired her love.

It had been months since I had seen my father, but they looked at each other as though they had only been apart for a minute.

This time, I will take them all along with Selene. With what I have in mind, they will discover what not to do; it worked on my father, and it will work on them as well.

My father said, but I could see my mother's concern in her gaze.

"Leonidas, if they meet without me present, I will not be able to support her."

Giving her the flowers he would been hiding behind his back, he shook his head.

"She will not be by myself; Enzo is waiting for me."

I heard the name of my godfather.

Hearing the name of my entertaining godfather made me smile.

"I am prepared! I swear I will not meet the triplets! I shall obey my godfather's orders!

My father gave me a worried look, which made me nervous and lead me to ask.

"Papa, what am I missing?"

I asked her, "Mother?" in a hopeful tone as he exhaled and turned away from her to face me.

As soon as she said it, I started looking to her for answers.

"Are I clear? Just keep in mind not to fall in love with anyone who is not your intended mate at first."

My father nodded in agreement at what his mother had said.

There, I understood that they were attempting to make sure I had not made a decision before meeting the triplets. I knew this, of course, but why was it being enforced so strictly?

Although it was difficult to accept that my parents were acting in this manner, I trusted that they were acting in my best interests.

"Yes, ma'am."

I quickly responded.

I left the room feeling hurt because I had hoped to have a good time and I had nowhere else to go.

Then, behind me, my mother yelled, obviously offended by my actions, but I was tired of being made fun of.

It was unfair to me, and I felt terrible that I could not even do something as basic as come to Earth to make sure I adjusted.

"Wait, Selene!"

I turned to face my father, who was staring at me, warning me not to push my luck. I had forgotten about my mother's condition and had grown conceited.

When my father spoke firmly behind her, my mother continued to sway toward me as he went to assist her with walking.

"You are a sweet young woman, Selene. I need you to take back the stories of your mother's childhood and mine, even though your heart is as pure as your mother's. Keep in mind that you are my princess and that I will not allow you to lead the life that your mother did.

He grasped her hands.

Their adoring looks make me smile, and as he speaks to my mother, he looks lovingly in her direction.

"It is possible, and now more than ever, you are to become a lady. In light of the struggles I had to go through for all of us, you must accept this at least until we can all agree that they show you the same amount of love, if not more, that I give you all."

My mother gave me a little purr, and when I looked at her, she moved his hand to her swollen stomach, which held my siblings.

Father grinned broadly as I saw movement emanate from her stomach as he touched her.

"I want to give you everything you deserve in the future, but right now we have to help each snow flake individually."

Her purr becomes louder as he gives her a kiss on top of her head.