Chapter 126: Haunting ShadowsHana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.The scene around her was cold and desolate. The ruins of her childhood pack lay before her, twisted and burned beyond recognition. The trees that once stood tall around her home were splintered and charred, their branches hanging lifelessly. Smoke curled from the remnants of homes and watchtowers, ashes scattered across the ground like the silent screams of her fallen packmates.Hana stood frozen at the edge of the carnage, her heart pounding in her chest. Her feet refused to move, no matter how desperately she willed them to. The once familiar scents of home were now tainted with the stench of death. The air
Chapter 127: The Invitation The morning sun filtered through the thick curtains, casting faint golden streaks across the room. Hana sat at the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on the floor. The room felt too quiet, too heavy with the weight of her thoughts. For days now, she had felt lost—drifting between the present and the haunting shadows of her past. The nightmare of her parents, their faces twisted with blame and betrayal, had been replaying in her mind over and over. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them—bloody, accusing, their voices echoing in her head. They were right, weren’t they? She had saved Jarrel’s pack, the southern territories, but her own… her own pack was gone. Left in ruins. Dead. And the survivors? They wanted nothing to do with her. They despised her for standing by Jarrel’s side, for aiding the very man whose pack had destroyed theirs.A soft knock sounded at the door, pulling Hana from her dark thoughts. She didn’
Chapter 128: A Night to Remember Hana sat quietly in front of the full-length mirror, her eyes tracing the unfamiliar reflection staring back at her. The room around her bustled with activity—designers, stylists, and makeup artists all working in seamless coordination to transform her for the night ahead. Jarrel had called in the best of the best, determined to make her shine, and they hadn’t disappointed. Her dress was nothing short of breathtaking, a creation that made her feel like she had stepped out of a dream. The deep midnight-blue gown clung to her figure in all the right places, the luxurious silk fabric flowing down her body like water. A high slit ran along her right leg, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh, the fabric parting just enough to leave a trail of temptation with every step she took. The neckline plunged daringly, revealing the delicate lines of her collarbone, while the back of the dress dipped low, leaving much of her skin bare. Her hair had been styled in
Chapter 129: Shadoes in the lightThe grand hall was filled with a hum of voices, laughter, and the clinking of glasses as the southern Alphas mingled amongst themselves. The event was grander than any Hana had anticipated, with glittering chandeliers casting a soft golden glow over the sea of high-ranking wolves and their elegantly dressed companions. Tables adorned with luxurious fabrics and lavish floral arrangements filled the room, adding to the opulence of the celebration. This was a night of alliances, successes, and power. Hana walked beside Jarrel, her arm linked with his, her midnight-blue gown flowing gracefully with every step she took. The soft silk carassed her skin, and the high slit revealed just enough of her leg to draw more than a few appreciative stares from the room’s occupants. Jarrel’s gaze never left her, his protective yet possessive nature showing in the subtle grip of his hand on her lower back. As they entered the center of the hall, the heads of several
Chapter 130: Ghosts from the PastHana turned to see a young girl, her hair loosened as it danced along with the wind. The young girl stood motionless for a moment, her wide eyes darting between Hana and the woman who had just stepped out of the shadows. The tension in the air was thick enough to suffocate, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow, as if the world had forgotten how to move.“Mother?” The small voice cut through the silence like a knife, the little girl’s gaze softening as she looked at the older woman with a sense of relief. Hana blinked, her mind whirling. Mother? She couldn’t help but let her eyes flicker over the woman standing before her. She looked too young, too hardened to be a mother. And yet, the little girl’s words left no room for doubt. The woman’s face twisted into a bitter smile as she glanced down at the child. “Go inside, Mariel. I’ll join you in a minute.”Mariel hesitated, glancing at Hana with wide, questioning eyes, but after a moment, she nodd
Chapter 131: Under PressureHana sat on the bench, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to scream over and over again. The cruel words of the lady still echoed in her mind over and over again, the weight of them made it difficult to breathe, let alone think straight.She didn’t want to cry, not here, not now, the pressure was building. Her vision blurred with unshed tears as she tried desperately to regain control.Suddenly, a chorus of high-pitched voices and laughter floated through the air, and Hana stiffened. She quickly swiped at her eyes, forcing herself to sit up straight as a group of women approached her from behind. Their perfumes hit her senses first-expensive, floral, and overwhelmingly strong.She could tell by their attire alone that these women were from prominent packs, their flowing dresses adorned with delicate embroidery and sparkling jewels. Each one of them exuded wealt
Chapter 132: Breaking PointHana’s head lolled back, her skin flushed, and she blinked slowly as Jarrel held her upright in his arms. Her voice was a weak whisper, but Jarrel heard her clearly.“I’m… I’m so hot,” she murmured, her voice low and breathless. The heat radiating from her body was undeniable, and it wasn’t just physical; her eyes, half-lidded and glossy, were filled with a need that sent alarms ringing in Jarrel’s mind. A murmur rippled through the hall. People were staring now—some out of curiosity, others with concern. Jarrel’s jaw clenched as his arms tightened around Hana to keep her from slipping further.“Hana,” he said, his voice tense but controlled, “what did you drink?”Her gaze lazily drifted toward the table where the half-finished glass of wine sat. She raised a trembling hand and pointed weakly to it.Jarrel followed her gaze, his chest tightening as he leaned over to grab the glass with one hand while still holding Hana steady with the other. He brought the
Chapter 133: Control and ChaosThe car screeched to a stop in front of the SeaHowl pack mansion, gravel crunching under the tires. Jarrel was out of the car before it fully halted, his arms securely around Hana, who was still writhing against him, her breaths coming in heavy, shallow gasps. He held her tightly, his heart pounding, knowing that time was ticking. She needed to come down from the drug’s effects, but she was becoming more desperate by the second, her body betraying her with every heated touch and whisper. Magnus quickly jumped out of the driver’s seat, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Jarrel, his usually calm and composed Alpha, rushing past him, carrying Hana like she was made of glass. “Alpha…?” Magnus called after him, confusion laced in his tone. Jarrel didn’t respond. His focus was singular—getting Hana to his chambers before her condition worsened. As he strode through the front entrance, the pack’s servants who had been waiting for them gasped softly, th
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