Epilogue 2-Amrin
Turning Menon’s Celestial Mapping program into a dating app had started as a joke.
A completely unserious joke.
Then a witch named Uncle Uzzi got involved.
Now?
We somehow had investors from three realms, a waiting list of supernatural beta users, and a business model centered entirely around helping magical beings locate compatible celestial matches across the multiverse.
Honestly, Runevald should probably never allow students unsupervised entrepreneurial freedom.
Still—watching Menon build something he loved had become one of my favorite things in the world.
He came alive while working.
Focused.
Brilliant.
Intense.
Beautiful.
Gods.
Especially beautiful.
The soft blue glow of celestial projections against his skin while he worked late nights in rolled-up sleeves should have been illegal.
I’d become embarrassingly obsessed with watching his forearms flex.
Very embarrassing.
Not embarrassing enough to stop, though.
Summer classes had been exhausting but worth it. I was finally catching up academically after years of struggling to align properly with my magic.
Turns out being a Lunar Witch meant functioning almost exclusively at night.
Who knew?
Well.
Probably Professor Kenna.
That woman knew everything.
Menon had only one semester remaining before returning to Asgard to assume his position, but instead of panicking about it, he simply opened a Runevald branch for Celestial Mapping directly in Asgarheim and worked it out with his family that he would remain until my studies were finished.
Which meant more time together.
More nights tangled in our bed beneath moonlit windows.
More studying together.
More stolen kisses in library stacks.
More existing beside each other in ways that made loneliness feel impossible now.
We’d moved from the graduate dormitories into the mated housing district just beyond Institute grounds—a row of old gothic homes inhabited mostly by supernatural couples incapable of keeping their hands off each other.
Honestly?
Fair.
Matebonds were intense.
Like frighteningly intense.
There were days I physically ached if Menon spent too long away from me.
Not unhealthy.
Probably.
Class had been canceled unexpectedly that evening, which meant I immediately abandoned all academic responsibility and sprinted directly toward Menon’s office instead.
Again.
Priorities.
After chasing Gunner away through sheer inappropriate flirting, I found myself bent over Menon’s desk while he admired the pink handprint blooming across my ass like fine art.
“Fuck, Luna,” he growled appreciatively. “This looks good on you.”
Heat flooded my entire body.
“You are ridiculous.”
“No,” he corrected darkly. “I am inspired.”
Gods.
The things this male said to me.
The office around us glowed softly with floating celestial maps while auroras shimmered outside the massive windows overlooking the cliffs.
Somewhere below, the ocean crashed against black stone.
But all I could focus on was him.
His hands.
His voice.
The way he looked at me like worship and hunger had become the same emotion.
And honestly?
Maybe they had.
I caught sight of the mark he’d left against my skin reflected faintly in the glass window and shivered.
He was right.
It did look good.
Especially because I knew exactly how carefully he’d soothe it afterward.
Menon dropped slowly to his knees behind me and the sheer possessive reverence in his expression nearly melted my spine.
No one had ever looked at me this way before him.
Like my body was sacred instead of something to apologize for.
“You taste so fucking good, Luna,” he growled.
The rough hunger in his voice sent heat spiraling through me instantly.
His tail curled teasingly against my thigh and I nearly whined aloud.
That damn tail.
The discovery that it could do… that… had permanently altered my brain chemistry.
“Please,” I whispered helplessly.
“Where do you need me?” he demanded roughly.
“Here,” I murmured.
Every answer I had centered around him.
Every single one.
I reached for him immediately, dragging him upward until his body pressed fully against mine.
Warm.
Hard.
Safe.
“And here,” I breathed shakily while guiding him closer. “I need you here.”
His cerulean eyes practically glowed.
Mine.
The matebond wrapped around us hot and hungry while he kissed me like he physically could not help himself.
Honestly?
Neither could I.
“Fuck, Menon,” I moaned against his mouth. “You taste good too.”
His growl vibrated straight through my chest.
“You taste like mine.”
That did it.
Any remaining coherent thought vanished immediately afterward.
The office disappeared around us beneath waves of heat and magic and overwhelming emotion while we lost ourselves in each other completely.
Not just desire.
Love.
That was the terrifying thing.
Every touch between us carried emotion so deep it sometimes felt too enormous for my body to contain.
When we finally collapsed together afterward, boneless and breathless in the aftermath, Menon simply held me for several long quiet moments.
His forehead rested against mine.
His breathing slowly steadied.
The matebond purred lazily between us.
Home.
That was what he felt like.
Home.
“Let’s get you home, mate,” he murmured eventually, kissing my forehead gently. “If anyone sees you like this, I will have to throw them into a black hole.”
I laughed weakly.
“You’re dramatic.”
“I am a fully claimed Monster. It is expected.”
Gods.
I loved him so much.
He wrapped us both in shadows afterward, carrying me effortlessly through the moonlit streets of Runevald while I curled against his chest completely content.
Later, tangled together beneath the blankets of our bed while dawn approached outside the tower windows, Menon kissed the top of my head softly.
“I thought I was doomed to walk the night alone,” he whispered.
Emotion tightened painfully in my chest.
“Never,” I promised immediately. “I will never let you be alone.”
His arms tightened around me.
“I know, my sweet Luna.” His voice roughened slightly. “How could you? You are this Monster’s heart.”
Tears burned unexpectedly behind my eyes.
Because once upon a time, I truly believed no one would ever look at me and see forever.
Then a blue celestial Monster from another realm kissed me beneath the moon and changed everything.
Fated mates were rare even in magical worlds.
But Runevald?
Runevald had become something else entirely.
A place where Monsters found home.
Where broken magic healed.
Where lonely hearts collided beneath ancient stars.
And maybe that was why Celestial Mapping mattered so much now.
Because somewhere out there—another lonely supernatural creature was staring at the sky wondering if anyone in the multiverse could possibly understand them.
Just like I once had.
And maybe someday Menon’s program would help them find their person too.
The way it helped me find mine.