Mark’s POV
I am so grateful to be Ariane’s mate. Since the first time I saw her, my heart was already fluttering. She has an alluring aura, and her smile can make the world feel brighter. When she rejected Leon, the alpha of the Black Moon Pack, I felt like the heavens opened up for me. Leon is a strong and influential figure, but I know that true love cannot be forced. Ariane chose me, and it was the most precious decision of my life.I come from the Blue Moon Pack, which is known for its strong traditions and values. Even though there are differences between our two packs, I don’t care. What matters most to me is Ariane. Now, she is my Luna, and I promise to protect her and her family with all my heart.Ariane has two twin daughters, Zara and Zoya, who are now five years old. They are the light of my life. Even though they are not my flesh and blood, I love them like my own children. Every time I see their smiles, my heart is filled with happiness. The cMark’s POV After a moment that was too long, I finally took a deep breath. "I will not fight you, Leon. I will choose our love over violence." Leon nodded in understanding, although there was disappointment in his eyes. "Very well, Mark. You win this time. But don't think that this fight is over. I will come back and try again." With that, Leon left us. I felt relieved that I had managed to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, but I was still afraid of the threat that continued to lurk in my family. Ambiguity. That's how I feel now. It was unclear whether our future would be safe or not. But one thing was for sure: I would do everything I could to protect my family as a husband and a father. Because love and family are everything to me, and I will fight to the death for them.Days passed, and I tried to stay positive. Every morning, I woke up early to cook breakfast for Ariane and the kids. We spent time together, playing, and laughing. But deep
Mark’s POVAcross the table, Zoya, who was a few seconds younger than Zara, chimed in, as if she didn’t want to lose attention. “We will always love each other, right, Daddy?”I nodded firmly, holding Zoya’s hand gently. “Yes, love is the most important thing. No matter what happens, we will always love each other.” Both children smiled, relieved to hear my calming words. In the corner of the table, Ariane, my wife, also smiled. She witnessed how I struggled and succeeded in rebuilding the warmth of our family since the divorce.“Daddy, how did Daddy and Mama meet?” Zara asked again, now in a lighter tone, as if the conversation had lifted a burden from her shoulders. My eyes sparkled as I remembered her past. “Oh, it’s a long story, Zara. I always met your mother at the flower shop where your mother worked. Since then, we have been inseparable.”Zoya, who loved hearing her parents’ stories, became even more interested. “Is it like in a fairy tale
Ariane’s POV "Oh yeah, how about we take the kids camping?" I asked Mark.Mark replied that there was an event this weekend at a restaurant and he had to be there as the chef. I sighed softly, trying to figure out how to explain to Zara and Zoya that our camping plans would have to be postponed. The two little girls always got excited whenever they heard about outdoor adventures. They loved the idea of sleeping in a tent, listening to the sounds of nature, and having a campfire and roasting marshmallows.“Okay, I’ll tell them,” I told Mark. “But we have to reschedule soon. They’ve been waiting for this.”Mark nodded, his face showing guilt. “I’m sorry, honey. I know how much they’ve been looking forward to this. Maybe we can plan for next weekend?”“Yeah, that’s a great idea. I’ll talk to them and make sure they understand,” I replied with a smile, trying not to sound too disappointed.After I finished talking to Mark, I
Ariane’s POVI sighed as I tended to the plants in the backyard. The scent of wet soil and the fragrance of blooming flowers reminded me of the good old days when I worked at a flower shop. Back then, my life was full of color and hope. However, now, my life felt more complicated with the presence of Leon, my ex-husband. After Mark left for work and the kids went to school, I felt as if the world around me was quiet. I recalled how Leon suddenly appeared a few weeks ago. Even though he was Zara and Zoya's biological father, his presence made me feel anxious. I didn't want anything to ruin the happiness I had built with Mark. "Why did he have to come now?" I thought as I trimmed some dry leaves from the rose plant. "We've built a new life, and I don't want the past to haunt us." I remembered the first time I met Mark at the flower shop. They shared the same love for plants and flowers. Mark was a patient and caring person, very different from Leon wh
Ariane’s POVOne day, as I sat on the porch, listening to the gentle whisper of the wind, memories of Leon came flooding back to me. Images of memories flashed through my mind—days of vision during our marriage that quickly turned into moments of tension. I took a deep breath, trying to push the images away. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A text message came in from Mark, who was at work, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. I quickly answered it, trying not to show that I was feeling anxious. When we met, Mark had been cheerful and enthusiastic, trying to make me laugh. Every smile he gave me could erase a little of the darkness that was hanging over my mind. But as we walked under the moonlight, Leon’s shadow kept chasing me. It felt like there was something I couldn’t let go of, something that kept reminding me of the pain I had experienced. “Hey, are you okay?” Mark asked softly. His voice brought me back from my deep thoughts. “Yeah, j
Ariane’s POVAfter a long day at the shop, we sat on the porch of our house enjoying a cup of tea. “I still can’t believe this is all happening,” I say, looking up at the stars in the sky.“It’s all because of your hard work and your courage to follow your dreams. I just gave you a little push,” Mark replies, smiling.I look at him, feeling so grateful. “You are the greatest gift in my life. Without you, I would never have been able to do this.”Mark reaches for my hand and holds it tightly. “We have built something beautiful together. And this is just the beginning.”I know that with Mark by my side, nothing is impossible. We will continue to grow and pursue our dreams together, one flower at a time. One night, when Mark and I had just come home from my flower shop and were watching a movie at home, there was a loud knock on their front door. My heart skipped a beat. Mark stood up, looking at me seriously. “Wait here,” he said, befo
Ariane’s POVThe weekend arrived, and the atmosphere at home was so cheerful. I had given the good news to Zara and Zoya that Daddy Leon would take them on a trip. As I expected, the five-year-olds immediately jumped for joy, their faces shining with wide smiles that couldn't be hidden. "Mommy, where are we going with Daddy Leon?" Zara asked with sparkling eyes, while Zoya shook her head enthusiastically, as if she couldn't wait for the surprise that Daddy Leon would give. "Just wait. He will definitely take you to a fun place!" I replied, trying to hold back laughter seeing how excited they were. The next second, Zara and Zoya ran towards Daddy Leon, hugged him tightly and begged him to leave immediately. Seeing their happiness, my heart felt warm. Daddy Leon, with his gentle smile, returned their hugs and rubbed each other's heads lovingly. "Are you coming, Mommy?" Zara asked in her sweet voice. "No, honey. You and Daddy Leon,
Ariane’s POVAfter checking on Zara and Zoya, I felt a little relieved. The injuries they had suffered from the accident with Leon were not as severe as I had imagined. However, the anxiety in my heart had not completely disappeared. I knew that, besides the physical, there was something else I needed to pay attention to—their mental state."You guys get some rest!" I said softly, trying to keep their mood calm. As they went to their rooms, I prayed that tonight would be a good time for them to rest and recover.However, when night fell, I saw Zoya coming out of her room. Her expression looked confused and a little worried. With slow steps, I approached her. "Zoya, are you okay?" I asked, sensing something was wrong.She looked down, and I saw fine hairs starting to grow along her arms and back. Immediately, memories of the werewolf descendants I had heard came back to my mind. I knew this was a change she had to accept, but how was I going to explain
Ariane’s POVTime truly flies. It feels like just yesterday I was carrying Zara and Zoya as toddlers, and now they are entering their vibrant teenage years. At 15, my twin daughters have grown into beautiful girls with unique personalities. Zara, always cheerful and full of energy, often becomes the center of attention. Meanwhile, Zoya, who is quieter and more introspective, has a charm of her own that makes many want to get to know her better.As we sat together in the living room, Zara suddenly broke the silence. "Mom, there's a boy who's been approaching me," she said, her face flushing red. I could see how nervous she was, but there was also a sparkle of happiness in her eyes. "He's nice, but I'm confused, Mom. What should I do?"I smiled, feeling proud yet worried. "Zara, you don't have to rush. Try to get to know him better. The most important thing is that you feel comfortable and safe with him," I replied, recalling my own teenage years.Zara n
Ariane’s POV We immediately began planning every detail. Rani took out her phone and started recording our voices, while Mark and I prepared the tools we would need. We knew our time was limited. The full moon would reach its peak in a few hours, and we had to be ready.As the night grew late, we moved toward the location we had chosen. It was an open field surrounded by tall trees. From there, we could see the full moon clearly, and Leon would not be able to hide from its light.When we arrived at the field, the atmosphere felt tense. Rani set her phone on one side, while Mark and I prepared on the other. We waited with bated breath, hoping our plan would succeed.Not long after, we heard heavy footsteps approaching. Leon emerged from behind the trees, his large and intimidating figure. His sharp eyes fixed on us, and I felt fear envelop me. But I knew we couldn't back down now."Now!" Mark shouted, and Rani immediately played the recording
Ariane’s POV Mark paused for a moment, looking at me with eyes full of determination. "We will prepare. We have strength and support from our pack members. We will not let Leon take over."Hearing his words made me feel a little calmer. However, the fear of what might happen in the future couldn’t fully dissipate. Leon was a cunning enemy, and I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to use any means to achieve his goals.The following days were filled with preparations. Mark and I worked together with the other pack members to strengthen our defenses. We held regular meetings, discussing strategies and how to face Leon if he returned. Every night, I stayed awake, listening for sounds outside, hoping no one would approach.When the full moon shone brightly, I felt tension in the air. Mark and I stood on a hilltop, watching our territory. "I can feel something," I said, my voice shaking. "It seems he’s getting close."Mark nodded, his face serious. "We nee
Ariane’s POVEvery attack Mark launched felt like lightning striking, while Leon skillfully dodged and countered with swift strikes. However, as time passed, Mark began to take control. He unleashed all his abilities, exploiting every opening. The shouts of the onlookers watching the fight intensified the spirit of both fighters.When Mark managed to knock Leon down for the first time, cheers erupted around us. But Leon didn’t give up. He got back up, even though he was weary. "I won’t surrender!" he shouted, challenging Mark to continue the fight.Mark, feeling the pressure from Leon’s fighting spirit, caught his breath. He knew this wasn’t just about physical strength, but also about mental resilience. With a swift movement, he launched an attack that sent Leon reeling. In an instant, Mark seized the moment and delivered a final blow that brought Leon crashing to the ground.Leon lay sprawled, his face showing pain and defeat. "This isn’t over," he s
Ariane’s POVThey resembled wolves but had human bodies. “Let me go!” I cried, but unfortunately, they didn’t listen and took me to prison. How shocked I was to find that it was Leon, my ex-husband, who had done all this to me. Mark, my husband, would certainly be worried about me right now.I woke up in darkness, the cold walls surrounding me sending chills down my spine. The rumbling sounds outside my cell reminded me of my father, the late King Alpha. The memory of our last meeting was still fresh in my mind, when he hugged me and promised to always protect me. But now he was gone, and I was trapped in a worse situation.“Leon,” I whispered, the name of my former husband who had now become an enemy. He was someone I once loved, but now he was the traitor who had betrayed my family. Why was he doing this? Why had he brought me here?I tried to struggle, but the bindings on my hands were too tight. Footsteps approached, and the cell door creaked open.
Ariane’s POVWith every word Leon spoke, my wolf spirit trembled, feeling the call to action. I knew this was the time to rise, to honor my father, and to protect our clan. I didn’t tell Mark because he probably wouldn’t allow me to go.Leon and I walked along the path to the clan meeting place. Along the way, I felt something larger waiting for us. Darkness lurking, a threat yet to be revealed.When we arrived at the meeting place, familiar faces looked at us anxiously. They all felt the same loss, but among them, I could sense a looming fear.“Everyone,” I began, my voice trembling but filled with determination. “My father, King Alpha, has passed away. We must unite to face the threats ahead. We cannot let his death be in vain.”The atmosphere fell silent for a moment before voices began to buzz. Some clan members expressed their grief, while others started discussing the steps that needed to be taken.Leon stood beside me, providin
Ariane’s POV Mark paused for a moment, looking deeply into my eyes. “You don’t need to feel that way. I love you just as you are. If something is wrong, we can face it together.”His words warmed my heart, but doubts still clouded my mind. “But what if I can’t meet your expectations? What if I can’t be a good wife?”Mark took my hand, holding it tightly. “We are a team. We complement each other. Never feel alone in this. We can get through anything together.”Tears welled up in my eyes. “I just want us to be closer, Mark. I want us to share everything, not just the good things.”He nodded, his face serious. “I promise to try harder. We can set aside time to talk more often, to listen to each other. I don’t want you to feel alone.”We talked late into the night, sharing stories and feelings that had long been buried. Slowly, the walls between us began to crumble. I felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
Ariane’s POV "What if we create a special bouquet to remember those beautiful moments?" Rani suggested, lifting a bunch of white lilies symbolizing purity and hope.I smiled, feeling a new spirit within me. "That’s a great idea, Rani. Let’s create something beautiful."We began to arrange the flowers with love, creating a bouquet that was not only visually stunning but also rich in meaning. Each flower we chose represented a memory we wanted to preserve, and when we finished, the bouquet looked like a colorful rainbow, a symbol of hope amidst sadness.Even though the wounds in my heart were not fully healed, I began to find new strength. This flower shop was not just a place to sell flowers; it became a space to share stories, hopes, and love.Every customer who came brought their own stories, and I learned that everyone has struggles to face. In that process, I discovered that I was not alone. We all have interconnected tales, and through th
Ariane’s POV As the fire was finally extinguished, we could only stand there, staring at the rubble that remained. Smoke still billowed, and the smell of burnt wood filled the air. I tried to remember all the beautiful memories we had there—family dinners, birthday celebrations, and nights spent sharing stories. All of it now felt like a distant dream.After the fire that consumed my house was put out, the atmosphere around me felt empty. Smoke still curled among the ruins, and the acrid smell stung my nose. I stood there, gazing at the remnants of a life that once was. The house was not just a structure; it was a place where many memories were etched—laughing, crying, and sharing. But now, all that remained were memories.With a heavy heart, I decided to take my twin daughters, my always-ready husband Mark, and my elderly mother to my old apartment. Although small, I felt that place would be enough for the five of us. We would make the most of the two rooms a