Chapter 102: A Shift in the StormThe room was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft, shallow breathing that echoed from the bed. Hana lay motionless, her pale skin almost translucent in the soft candlelight that flickered from the bedside table. The weight of her defiance had drained her, and now, her unconscious form appeared more fragile than ever. She had fought with all her might, but her body had surrendered to the cruel demands of starvation. Jarrel sat at her bedside, his usually commanding posture softened. His sharp eyes, known for their ruthless glint, were now clouded with a different emotion altogether. His jaw clenched as he watched her chest rise and fall slowly, each breath seemingly a struggle. He reached out, his hand hesitating before brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face. The stoic, powerful Alpha, feared by all who crossed him, was reduced to quiet contemplation. He hadn’t left her side since the moment she collapsed in his arms. That image
Chapter 103: The Vision of the MoonThe darkness was thick, suffocating, swallowing her whole. Hana drifted through the void, weightless and disoriented, her mind struggling to make sense of her surroundings. There was no sound, no light—only a cold, all-encompassing emptiness that pressed against her chest like a vice. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She was trapped. Suddenly, a pale, silvery light pierced through the blackness, cutting through the void like the blade of a knife. It shimmered and rippled, spreading outward in soft waves, illuminating the space around her. The air shifted, cold and sharp, carrying with it a whisper—a voice, ancient and commanding, yet gentle. “Hana…”The voice echoed in her mind, pulling her from the depths of the void. She gasped, her eyes snapping open to the strange new world around her. It wasn’t the room where she had fallen asleep—no, this was somewhere else entirely. She stood in the middle of a vast, desperate field, the grass dead
Chapter 104: Hana’s Internal Struggle and First Step Towards Acceptance The remnants of the vision clung to Hana’s mind like a shadow. Even as she woke from the strange, ethereal dream, her body damp with cold sweat, she could still feel the weight of it pressing against her chest. The Moon Goddess had spoken to her—not in cryptic riddles or vague sensations, but in an undeniable, raw truth that made Hana’s heart tighten in her chest. For the first time, she saw Jarrel not as the monster who had shattered her life but as someone imprisoned by his own pain, bound to a destiny he couldn’t control. The Moon Goddess had shown her flashes of his childhood—scenes she couldn’t have imagined on her own. She saw Jarrel as a boy, suffering under the thumb of a tyrant, his father. A man who had stripped him of any softness, forcing him to lead with an iron fist, to abandon any hope of mercy or love.Hana pressed her palms to her temples, squeezing her eyes shut as if doing so could block out t
Chapter 105: Schemes in the ShadowsThe winds had shifted in the pack lands—an unsettling energy hummed through the air, thick with tension and uncertainty. The once unshakable authority of Alpha Jarrel was now seen as fragile, vulnerable, all because of one woman. The elders could feel it in the way the pack moved, in the whispers that lingered just out of earshot. Power was slipping, and someone needed to seize it before it was lost forever. In the dimly lit chamber, the elders gathered. There were five of them, all seasoned wolves, their faces etched with years of experience and the weight of leadership. They sat around a circular stone table, their expressions dark with discontent.“It’s been days,” Elder Raoul said, his voice low but simmering with frustration. “Alpha Jarrel spends all his time by her side. She’s weakened him.”“Not just weakened him,” another elder, Old Matthias said, interjected. His voice was gravely, barely more than a rasp. “She’s made him soft. The Jarrel
Chapter 106: A Wolf’s DilemmaHana’s senses were sharper than ever, though her body felt fragile. She lay in bed, her mind buzzing with the intensity of the vision and the raw weight of her realization—Jarrel needed her, and not just because they were bonded as mates. He was caught in a web of betrayal, scheming, and deep-rooted pain that stretched back long before their fates intertwined. The Moon Goddess had shown her all of this, and she could no longer deny her role.Still, accepting her purpose didn’t mean the decision was easy. Hana slowly sat up, her muscles aching with the effort. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. The world outside was quiet, but she knew that it was merely the calm before the storm. Her mind wandered back to the vision—Jarrel’s tortured childhood under his ruthless father, the expectations he had failed to meet, and the constant weight of responsibility. It made her heart twist painfully for him.
Chapter 107: The Rise of a Ruthless LunaThe council chamber was filled with a thick tension, and the weight of it settled heavily on the shoulders of every wolf present. Hana could feel the unease as soon as she walked into the room, her steps echoing against the cold stone floor. The elders sat in a semi-circle, their faces a mix of skepticism and barely concealed hostility. They hadn’t expected her, and certainly not like this.Jarrel stood at the head of the room, his gaze cold and calculating. But today, he wasn’t alone. Today, Hana would take her rightful place beside him. And the pack would see exactly what kind of Luna she was going to be. Hana took her place next to Jarrel without so much as a glance toward the elders, her posture straight, her chin held high. She could sense their eyes on her, some curious, others openly disdainful, but none of that mattered. They thought they could manipulate Jarrel, exploit his distraction over her. They were about to learn how mistaken t
Chapter 108: Solidifying ControlMagnus paced back and forth in his office, his mind whirling with doubt and uncertainty. The meeting with the elders had shaken him. Hana’s display of power, the ruthless edge in her voice, and the sheer dominance she exuded had left him speechless. He knew she was strong—Jarrel wouldn’t have chosen her otherwise—but this was beyond what he had imagined. She wasn’t just stepping into her role as Luna; she was redefining it. The pack had seen her as Jarrel’s mate, a symbol of his strength. But now? Now she was the strength. The lines between Luna and Alpha blurred in ways that unsettled Magnus. He had always been Jarrel’s right hand, his confidant, and his equal in many decisions. Yet, with Hana stepping into this new role, Magnus felt a shift. His influence over the pack seemed to slip from his grasp as hers grew stronger. There was a knock at his door, and Magnus’ heart quickened. He knew who it was before the door even creaked open.Jarrel stood in
Chapter 109: The Strategy of PowerHana sat at the edge of Jarrel’s large oak desk, her eyes still smoldering from the heated display in the meeting with the Elders. She had shown them exactly who she was—a Luna they couldn’t ignore, one who wasn’t afraid to step to when needed. Jarrel stood nearby, leaning back in his chair, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of pride and admiration. “You were incredible back there, Hana.” His voice was deep, genuine, as he studied her, his gaze tracing the curve of her jaw, the way she held herself so confidently.Hana, however, didn’t look entirely pleased with the compliment. “I did what needed to be done,” she said flatly, shifting her eyes to meet his. “You’re my mate. I couldn’t just stand by and watch you get torn apart by them.”Her words were practical, but there was a flicker of something else behind them—a bond, an unspoken loyalty that deeper than duty. Jarrel sighed and looked away, his expression softening into something sadder, mor
Chapter 161: Epilogue II: A Legacy of Love and Power The forest was alive with magic. Silver moonlight bathed the clearing, casting an ethereal glow over the gathered pack members who stood in awed silence. The air hummed with energy, a perfect blend of anticipation and reverence. This was no ordinary night. This was the wedding of two Alphas—an event that would forever mark the union of strength, love, and destiny. A ceremony that was held in the borders of SeaHowl and MoonLight Packs—a symbol for a united pack. Hana stood at the edge of the ceremony circle, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. Her gown, spun from silken fabric that shimmered like the night sky, flowed around her like a dream. Intricate patterns of wolves and moons were embroidered in silver thread along the hem, a tribute to her lineage and power. Her long hair was adorned with a delicate crown of woven flowers, their soft fragrance mingling with the crisp scent of the forest. She felt
Chapter 160: Epilogue: Beneath the Endless Stars A year passed in a swift blur, and yet for Hana and Jarrel, every moment together was carefully etched in the timeless landscape of memory. Hana had taken over the role of an Alpha and they had rebuilt their lives with dedication, each morning a fresh start, and each evening a quiet promise renewed under the glow of a full moon. Now as they sat on the hill overlooking their land, the same land they had once fought to protect, they found a peace that neither had ever imagined. Hana lay nestled beside Jarrel, her head resting on his shoulder, fingers entwined with his as they looked out over the valley. The gentle hum of their pack moving about below filled the air, the sounds of laughter, chatter, and life blending into a beautiful harmony. Hana’s heart swelled with a joy that had replaced the scars of old. “Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?” she asked softly, her voice almost lost in the cool breeze that swept through
Chapter 159: A Promise and a Coronation Jarrel paced in his study, the anticipation swirling around him as he glanced toward the open window, where the first light of dawn hinted at a new day. His thoughts kept returning to Hana, her courage, and the path she had walked to bring the two packs—SeaHowl and Moonlight—closer together. He could hear the distant sounds of preparation from outside—the servants bustling about, the echo of laughter and chatter as SeaHowl and Moonlight members mingled. Today would mark a new chapter, one where Hana would be officially named Alpha Moonlight. But there was something else, a deeply personal step he’d waited for: proposing to her, this time on her terms, out of love rather than destiny’s pull. Magnus entered quietly, holding a small, ornate box in his hand. Jarrel looked up, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety flickering across his face. “Is that it?” Jarrel asked, his voice betraying a rare nervousness. Magnus grinned and handed him the
Chapter 158: The Reunion Under the Moonlight Jarrel stood in the castle’s open courtyard, his gaze distant as he stared up at the shimmering night sky. The moon hung full and bright above, casting a silvery glow over the garden. Beside him, Magnus stood patiently, watching his Alpha with concern. It had been months since Hana left, and while Jarrel had done his best to maintain a stoic demeanor, Magnus could see the cracks in his armor. “Don’t you think it’s high time you pay a visit to Hana, it’s been three months already, Alpha Jarrel,” Magnus said, his voice barely above a whisper as he feared for Jarrel’s reaction. Since she left he had found a way to bury himself in his study, attend meetings, and discuss the progress of the pack. After all the day's facade, after putting a fake smile for the pack to see, Magnus knew he still retired to Hana’s room at night to cry his heart out. Magnus waited for a response but didn’t get one, there was silence. “Maybe you stopped thin
Chapter 157: A Moment In the Stars for Us The meadow lay bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon, the sun’s rays filtering through the towering oaks at the edge of the clearing. A soft breeze stirred the wildflowers, carrying with it the faint, sweet scent of lavender. Hana stood at the edge of the field, her breath hitching as she took in the sight before her. Jarrel stood in the center of the meadow, his back to her, the light catching in his dark hair and casting a faint glow around his tall figure. For a moment, she hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. This was real. He was real. As if sensing her presence, Jarrel turned. His green eyes locked onto hers, and the gentle smile that spread across his face was like the breaking of dawn. Without a word, he extended his hand, an unspoken invitation. Hana stepped forward, the soft grass brushing against her bare feet. She felt her nerves melt away with each step until, at last, she reached him. She slipped her hand into h
Chapter 156: Down the Childhood Memory “I don’t understand, uncle,” Hana replied, her voice quiet like the sounds of the water flowing by. Hana stood in silence afterwards, her uncle’s words echoing in her mind, refusing to settle. The man she was mated to—Jarrel—was her childhood friend. The revelation still struck like a cold blade to her chest, slicing through the layers of time and memory. “You’re wrong,” Hana whispered now, her voice trembling. Her fingers dug into her palm as if anchoring herself in the present. “It can’t be him. I don’t even remember his face.” Her uncle, a seasoned wolf with years of wisdom etched into his stern features, leaned forward. “You don’t remember because your parents forbade you from seeing him. They wanted to protect you from… from a bond they didn’t trust—A Sinful Bond. But Jarrel never forgot you Hana. He was there that night.” “That night” hung heavy in the air—unspoken but understood. The night her family was slaughtered. The night her pac
Chapter 155: The Return to MoonlightHana took a steadying breath as she stepped into the heart of the Moonlight Pack’s settlement, her hands clenching and unclenching by her sides. The familiar sights of her old home greeted her—the pack houses, the training fields, the watchtower stretching toward the sky like a sentinel over the pack. It had been two years since she’d last stood here, and yet very detail was as vivid as the day everything came crashing down.She had spent the previous day together with her uncle, Elder Bart. It was her uncle that opened her eyes and mind to the truth, it was her uncle that told her that her love with Jarrel was not an abomination. And now they were in the center of the pack to meet with the surviving members of the pack. It wasn’t long before the pack members arrived, one by one, troops by troops. Murmurs rippled through the cries as they gathered, eyes filled with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and, to her surprise, a hint of guilt. Hana’s return
Chapter 154: The Alpha’s ResolveJarrel sat in the leather chair at the heart of his study, eyes unfocused as she stared at the stacks of papers on his desk. He’d been here for hours, long before the afternoon sun had even considered taking over the sky. The heavy silence of his study felt oppressive, as if each dark corner of the room held fragments of his thoughts, and all of them pointed back to her. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away from the window where, barely a day ago, he’d watched Hana leave. With a sharp intake of breath, Jarrel shuffled a pile of documents closer. Pack alliances, supply chain logistics, wolves deployment schedules—his duties were endless, enough to drown any other man in work, but Jarrel found no solace in them. The tasks felt hollow, devoid of meaning, as if every line, every number was merely an echo in his empty heart. His gaze drifted up, flickering to the intricately carved bird flute resting on the far side of the room. He hadn’t dar
Chapter 153: Return to the Forgotten Hana took a slow, tentative step into the heart of Moonlight territory. She felt as though she was stepping into place suspended in time, untouched by the years she’d been away. A familiar ache bloomed in her chest as her eyes traced over the trees, the old buildings, each stone and patch of earth seeming to carry the echoes of her past. A gentle breeze rustled through the branches, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Memories rushed to her like waves crashing against the shore, each one louder and clearer than the last. She could see herself, a younger version, running barefoot down the worn paths, laughing as her mother chased her, her father’s warm smile waiting as she stumbled into his arms. Hana’s breath hitched, her vision blurring as the weight of those memories pressed down on her, heavier than she’d expected. It had been two years—two years since she’d seen this place, her home. Yet, standing here now, it felt like she had never