Chapter 134: A Battle with DesireThe soft knock at the door broke the silence in the room, a reminder of the world outside this private turmoil. Jarrel exhaled slowly, his eyes lingering on the closed door of the bathroom where Hana lay submerged in the bathtub. She had finally calmed, her chest rising and falling in steady breaths, the frenzy of the drug seemingly soothed by the warmth of the water. But now he had to see her comfort, ensure she was cleaned and clothed. Walking toward the door, he opened it to reveal the maid, her face pale with concern. In her hands were a folded towel and a simple nightgown for Hana, neatly pressed and fresh. “Thank you,” Jarrel said gruffly, taking the items from her hands without meeting her gaze. He was too rattled, too tense to engage with her. The maid bowed her head, knowing better than to ask questions, and hurried away, her soft footsteps echoing down the hallway. Jarrel closed the door quietly, letting the sound of the latch click into
Chapter 135: The Morning AfterMorning crept slowly into the room, light streaming through the slightly open curtains and casting soft, warm shadows across the bed. Hana stirred, shifting beneath the covers as her mind drifted through hazy memories of the previous night. She could still feel the faint remnants of the sedative that had overtaken her senses, fogging her mind and leaving her body weak and sluggish. Blinking to adjust her eyes to the light, she looked around the room, her gaze finally settling on Jarrel. Jarrel sat just a few feet away in an old wooden rocking chair by the window, engrossed in a stack of reports. His expression was serious, brow furrowed as his eyes scanned each page, taking in the details with a focus that was both intimidating and comforting. He couldn’t sleep back in bed after taking that cold shower the previous night, he feared that he might lose all ounce of self control. Hana took a moment to observe him—the way his jaw clenched in concentration,
Chapter 136: A Hidden AgendaJarrel sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his fingers tapping lightly against the surface as he listened to the financial advisors outline the packs’ economic growth. The room was bathed in the soft morning light, the atmosphere charged with the weight of critical decisions. Charts and graphs were spread across the table, showing recent projections, expenses, and profits. Despite his outward appearance of attentiveness, Jarrel’s mind kept drifting back to Hana, and the disturbing events from the night before. “And as you can see, Alpha,”one of the advisors, a wiry man with a sharp jawline, continued, “we’ve managed to increase trade with neighboring packs by 15%, thanks to the new agreement with the rest of the southern pack and the humans. This should provide a significant boost to our overall financial stability.” Jarrel nodded absentmindedly, his eyes scanning the charts in front of him. His thoughts kept circling back to Hana’s safety and th
Chapter 137: Unmasking Intentions The Blood Thorn Pack’s grand hall loomed ahead, its towering stone pillars and intricate carvings speaking to the pack’s ancient lineage and formidable power. Outside the towering doors, Hana and Jarrel shared a brief look—silent but certain, a look exchanged by partners who understood the stakes, even if the words remained unspoken. Magnus was at Jarrel’s side, his presence as steadfast as ever, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp, ready to gauge every detail.They strode in, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors, each step solid and measured. Hana, wrapped in a dark cloak that matched Jarrel’s won imposing attire, walked tall and proud, her head held high as she took in her surroundings with the ease of one who knew her own strength. Their arrival commanded attention, whispers stirring among the few onlookers in the hallways.Inside the grand hall, Alpha Darius paced with tension etched across his face, his brow creased as he m
Chapter 138: Awakening the Ruthless Alpha The silence in the hall was thick and uneasy, tension simmering beneath the surface as Jarrel fixed his cold gaze on the three trembling women. Their faces were drained of color, fear etched into every line, their confidence from moments earlier shattered as they stood exposed and vulnerable before him. “Why did you do it?” Jarrel’s voice was low, but each word held an unmistakable threat, a sharpness that sliced through the air. One of the women, the tallest with a defiant glint in her eye that quickly faltered under Jarrel’s unrelenting stare, managed to muster enough courage to speak, though her voice wavered. “We… we just wanted Hana out of your life,” she stammered, casting a quick, fearful glance at her companions. “She doesn’t deserve to be with you, Alpha. We thought you needed someone better—someone who truly understands your worth.”“Someone better?” Jarrel echoed, his tone dangerously soft, as though he were tasting the absurdit
Chapter 139: Whispers by the LakeThe afternoon sun cast a soft glow over the garden, its light filtering through the leaves and casting patterns on the path Hana took, her gaze sweeping over every corner, searching. She paused at the exact spot where she had seen Mariel the night before. Her eyes roamed over the bushes, the small patches of wildflowers, but there was no sign of the little girl. A faint sense of disappointment tugged at her, but she shook it off and continued deeper into the garden.It was then that Hana noticed another figure, a small and alone, standing by the lake’s edge. The little girl’s dress fluttered in the breeze, her back turned as she gazed across the still water. Hana felt her heart lift at the sight, and she made her way over, her steps soft against the grass. As she approached, the girl seemed to sense her presence and turned, her wide eyes lighting up with surprise and admiration. Hana felt a similar shock—a delicate, mutual admiration blooming between
Chapter 140: A Brief Goodbye and the Bloodstained HallHana stood beside happy Lelia who was jumping and waving at the woman who was running towards them now. Even though her environment was still noisy with screams and shouts coming from the grand hall and also the little cute shout coming from Lelia, Hana still found the time to wonder about Mariel and her sudden departure. “Mama!” Lelia called out again, her small hand waving frantically now. Lelia’s mother, a woman in her early thirties with soft, tired eyes, hurried over, giving Lelia a small smile before her gaze shifted to Hana, wide with surprise. She had seen Lelia with somebody, but she didn’t know who the person was, but seeing that it was Luna Hana made my heart skip a beat. Immediately, she bowed her head deeply, a look of apology and worry flashing across her face.“Hana Luna, I apologize if Lelia disturbed you,” the woman said, her voice trembling slightly. Hana shook her head, her lips curving into a warm smile as s
Chapter 141: Under Moonlit ReflectionsThe night was clear, stars strewn across the sky like shards of silver glass, casting a serene glow over the SeaHowl castle. High up on the rooftop, Hana and Jarrel stood side by side, gazing at the vast expanse of their land, which stretched out far and wide beneath the rising moon. The air was crisp, cool, and carried the faint, earthy scent of the forest. It felt peaceful here, secluded, as though nothing in the world existed beyond this rooftop and the solace they found in each other’s company. Jarrel’s gaze lingered on Hana as she leaned against the stone railing, her face upturned to the night sky, lost in thought. Her hair moved gently with the breeze, catching strands of moonlight that danced through the dark waves. Her beauty captivated him, drawing him into the deep stillness of the moment, yet his thoughts were anything but calm. As he looked at her now, images from the previous night surged in his mind, intense and vivid. Hana had b
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