The hug didn’t last long, but it didn’t have to.
For Axel, Asher, and Aiden, it was enough—an unspoken promise to try again, to rebuild what had cracked. When they stepped apart, there were no perfect words, no grand speeches. Just understanding in their eyes.
From the balcony, Aria watched the scene, her throat tight with emotion. She’d feared that choosing Axel would tear the brothers apart forever. But now… she saw hope.
She moved quietly down the stairs and crossed the lawn. As the brothers turned toward her, something shifted—like the tension that had wrapped around them all finally let go.
“I saw you fight,” Aria said softly, her eyes sweeping over each of them. “Side by side. Just like the Moon Goddess always meant it.”
Asher smiled faintly. “Guess we needed a near-death battle
