Mark's POV
I rushed home from the restaurant and carefully opened the door, I knew that Ariane was probably asleep. However, when I saw the empty dining table and the quiet living room, worry clouded my mind. My gaze was directed to the bedroom where the lights were still on. I found Ariane lying on the bed, closing her eyes with a frown on her forehead, holding back her discomfort."Ariane, are you okay?" I called softly as I approached the bed.Ariane opened her eyes slowly. Her face was pale. She tried to smile reassuringly, but none of them were fooled. "Just still a little dizzy, Mark. Maybe because I've been too tired lately."I knew Ariane too well to believe those light words. Lately, Ariane had been visiting her flower shop less often. The small business she had pioneered with great enthusiasm seemed to be a burden as her health condition slowly declined without me realizing it."Ariane, let's go to the hospital!" I said firmly. IMark's POV I explained to my twin daughters Zara and Zoya.“There are several steps we need to do, honey,” I replied with a smile. “First, we need to prepare all the ingredients for this chocolate cake. Have you seen the recipe?”Zara nodded and opened the recipe book on the table. “We need flour, sugar, butter, eggs, and chocolate, right?” she asked excitedly.“That’s right! Besides that, we also need baking powder and a little salt. Let’s get everything from the kitchen,” I said, inviting Zara and Zoya to help.After all the ingredients were gathered on the table, Dad continued, “The second step is to melt the chocolate. We can do it using a double boiler or in the microwave. Zara, do you want to melt the chocolate?”Zara hurriedly took the chocolate bar and cut it into small pieces. “Yes, Papa! I want to!” She was very enthusiastic.Meanwhile, Zoya had arranged the other ingredients. “I will prepare the flour and sugar,”
Ariane’s POVDays passed, and my headaches did not get better, but became more unbearable. Every second felt like the roar of waves crashing against a cliff, demanding attention and pain that never subsided. I knew something was wrong. However, I tried not to burden Mark, my husband, with my worries. He was already busy enough with his work, and I did not want to add to his burden. One day, while Mark was at work, I decided to go to the hospital myself. With steady steps even though my heart was shaking, I drove to the nearest hospital. After registering, I explained to the doctor about the complaints I was feeling. In a calm tone, the doctor asked me to undergo a series of examinations. After waiting for several hours, the results of the examination came out. How shocked I was when the doctor said that I had stage one brain cancer. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, the world seemed to stop spinning. All the hopes and dreams that I had built w
Ariane’s POV"I… I was just diagnosed with brain cancer," he said, his voice shaking. "I don't know what's going to happen next. It all feels so scary and confusing," I continued, my voice barely audible.Mark looked at me with empathy, as if he could feel the weight that was weighing on my shoulders. "Ariane, I know this is hard. But remember, you're not alone. We'll get through this together," he said, trying to provide some relief amidst my anxiety.I paused for a moment, trying to process everything I had just said. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a deep sadness."I'm scared, Mark. Scared of this whole process, and what would happen if…" my voice began to sound hoarse.Mark nodded, understanding my hesitation. "It's normal to feel afraid, Ariane. Everyone who's faced a situation like this feels it. But we can find ways to deal with it," he said calmly. "There's a lot of support out there
Ariane’s POVI nod, remembering the beautiful moments when they were babies. "Yes, and now they can run and play by themselves. It feels like time has flown by so quickly," I reply, trying to hold back the tears that are starting to pool in my eyes. Mark takes my hand, giving me the support I always need. "We will get through this together. I know it's hard, but you are not alone. We have Zara and Zoya, and they need you." Mark's words always strengthened me. Even though I felt tired and depressed by this disease, seeing my daughters' smiles gave me the spirit to keep fighting. We arrived at the park, and Zara and Zoya immediately ran to the swings. They laughed happily, and I couldn't help but smile at their happiness."Let's play together!" Zoya shouted, inviting us to join. Mark and I looked at each other, then we followed them. We played on the swings, ran around, and even played hide-and-seek. It was as if all the burdens on my shoulders disapp
Ariane’s POVMark shook his head again. "Don't think like that. Every day is a new chance. We will fight, and we will pray. I believe in your strength, and I believe in our love." He took my hand, holding it tightly. "We will find a way to be happy, no matter what.”I felt a little more at ease with his words. Although fear still gripped my heart, a glimmer of hope began to grow. "But what if I can't do it?" I asked again, voice still shaking. Mark smiled softly. "Let's not think about all that right now. Let's just focus on today. We can watch a movie, or maybe you can read me your favorite book. We'll find a way to laugh, even if it's just for a moment." I nodded, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Okay, let's do that," I said, trying to take my mind off of everything that was scary. "But I want you by my side." "Always," he replied, and we both got up from our seats, heading to the couch in the corner of the room. That night, we spent
Ariane's POVAs I gazed at the starry night sky, I felt grateful. I was thankful for every moment, every laugh, and every hug. I was grateful for the love surrounding me and for the hope that always resided in my heart. And even though this journey was still long, I knew I would continue to fight because I had strong reasons to do so.That day, the atmosphere in my home felt warm and cheerful. My father and my stepmother, Luna Maria, came to visit to see their twin granddaughters, Zara and Zoya. Both were cheerful children, with smiles that could warm the heart of anyone who saw them. However, behind their laughter and games, there was something weighing on my heart.When they arrived, Zara and Zoya immediately ran to their grandfather, hugging him affectionately. My father, who always appeared strong and steadfast, looked happy to see his granddaughters. But when he looked at me, there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. For some time now, I had not bee
Ariane’s POVI stood up and stepped into the house, carrying a new spirit in my heart. In this journey, I was not only striving to heal but also to grow and flourish. I wanted to become the best version of myself, and I knew that with the love and support I had, I could achieve it.That night, as I lay in bed, I smiled. The full moon shining outside the window seemed to witness my new journey. With hope and conviction, I was ready to welcome the days to come.I remembered the first time I heard that diagnosis. It felt as if the world had collapsed before me, and all hope had vanished. However, amid that darkness, Blue Moon Pack emerged as a guiding light. They not only provided physical treatment but also the emotional support I desperately needed.During the healing process, I learned so much about myself. With each session with the healer, I felt new energy flowing within me. He taught breathing techniques and meditation that helped me cope with pain
Ariane’s POVAs the night grew late, I tucked them into bed. Before they fell asleep, they asked for a story. I sat on the edge of their bed, reading tales of adventure filled with courage and friendship. With every word, I hoped they could feel the same spirit—the spirit to face the world with their heads held high.When they finally drifted off to sleep, I gazed at their little faces with gratitude. They were the stars in my night sky, and I promised to always protect them from the darkness. In my heart, I knew that this journey was just beginning. Together with Mark and our two daughters, we would face whatever came our way, with love and courage as our guides.Eventually, we parted ways and went to our rooms. I reflected on how fortunate I was to have them. I hoped this happiness would continue to carry us forward in every step ahead. I was grateful for all that I had, especially the love and joy they brought into my life. I wished for us to remain together
Ariane’s POVZoya smiled widely, “We love it too, Mom! Especially if we can play on the beach after breakfast.”“Right! We can build sandcastles or play beach volleyball,” Zara added, her eyes sparkling with excitement.After breakfast, we all headed to the beach. The soft white sand felt warm beneath our feet. Zara and Zoya immediately ran towards the water, while Mark and I followed behind. We laughed and joked, feeling the simple yet precious joy.Mark looked at me. “Look, Dad! I can make a bigger sandcastle than yesterday!” Zoya exclaimed, starting to dig in the sand with her bare hands.Zara nodded in agreement, “Let’s build it together! We can add the shells we found yesterday.”We all got involved in creating a grand sandcastle. Every shell we found became a decoration to beautify the castle. As the sun rose higher, we had successfully built a magnificent sandcastle, complete with towers and sturdy walls.Savoring melt
Ariane’s POV “Look how happy they are,” Mark whispered. “You are the reason behind their smiles.”I looked at the kids, gratitude filling my heart. I knew my life might not be perfect, but the love I had was everything. I promised myself to keep fighting, not just for myself, but for my family.“Thank you, Mark,” I said sincerely. “For always being here for me.”“Forever, Ariane,” Mark replied, gazing at me with love. “We’ll face anything together.”With renewed spirit, I moved forward, ready to tackle every challenge that came our way. I knew that although life was full of uncertainties, the love and support of my family would always be the light guiding me.That night, the sky was adorned with twinkling stars, creating a magical atmosphere at the beach. The waves gently crashed, as if singing a lullaby to anyone who listened. I, Luna, stood at the edge of the shore, feeling the cool night breeze brush against my face. This was
Ariane’s POVNot long after, Mark rushed in. His face showed deep panic, and I could feel how much he loved us. He immediately came to me, holding my hand gently. "Honey, how are you? Has the doctor told you anything?"I shook my head. "Not yet. Still waiting for the test results."Mark sighed, and I could see the burden he carried. He always tried to be the pillar of strength for us, and I knew how hard it was for him to see me in this state.Zoya, who had been playing in the corner, now approached. "Mom, I want to draw for you," she said cheerfully, trying to divert our attention. She pulled out her sketchbook and colored pencils from her bag and began drawing with enthusiasm.Watching Zoya so cheerful eased my worries a bit. She reminded me that even though life was full of challenges, there was still happiness to be found within it. I tried to stay positive, although the shadows of fear continued to haunt me.After a while, the do
Ariane’s POVI chose to follow both of them, feeling the excitement around us. The sounds of footsteps, laughter from children, and soft music from a nearby café added to the atmosphere. Every corner of the mall seemed to offer something interesting. We paused briefly in front of a food stand, where the spicy and sweet aromas of street food enticed our appetites."How about we try some snacks after this?" I suggested, hoping to satisfy my hunger. Zara and Zoya nodded in agreement, our exploratory spirit growing stronger. We continued this little adventure with high curiosity, ready to find a restaurant that could satisfy our bellies and provide us with unforgettable experiences.After a while, Zara emerged from the bookstore with two novels in her hands. "Mom, this is the book I was looking for!" she exclaimed with a wide smile. I was thrilled to see her so excited. Meanwhile, Zoya appeared from the clothing store with several dresses she had tried on. "Mom, lo
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.