Chapter 143: Fifty Shades of JarrelAs they disengaged from the kiss, Jarrel could swear he saw the glimpse of naughtiness in her eyes as she stared at him before licking her upper lip in a seductive way. Jarrel could feel his body respond to her every move, he couldn’t help but stare seductively at this woman standing in front of him—this woman that had the power to make him feel insane at any time she chose. “Hana…” he called out with gritted teeth, his eyes glistening with the naughtiness Hana had successfully built in him. “Yes… Alpha Jarrel,” she replied in a low seductive tone. “Take off your clothes, Hana,” he said, his voice low and menacing. Hana didn’t waste any minute as she reached for the buttons of her shirt. With her eyes fixed on Jarrel and her tongue seductively licking her upper lip, Hana worked her hands through her buttons without missing a button. Jarrel couldn’t help but stare at her deep bronze skin, and her now full and pouty lips. Few minutes later, Hana
Chapter 144: Morning After RevelationsMagnus leaned heavily against the stone wall just outside Hana’s bedroom, barely able to keep his eyes open. Dark shadows clung to the underside of his eyes, and his hair was slightly out of place from his many sighs and restless shifts through the night. His usual sharp, vigilant gaze was softened by exhaustion, evidence of the sleepless night he’d endured. He hadn’t had the luxury of escape, bound by his duty to keep watch, no matter the… disturbance from within. Around him, the corridor was waking up to the light chatter of maids and servants beginning their day. However, three maids, holding various cleaning tools that seemed mostly for show, couldn’t stop glancing at Magnus and each other, their eyes alight with mischievous curiosity.“Did you hear them last night?” one maid murmured to the others, her eyes darting back to Magnus to make sure he wasn’t glaring their way. She failed to stifle a grin. “The Alpha’s voice was… well, let’s say,
Chapter 145: Morning Surprises and Unbothered AttitudesThe heavy oak door to Hana’s room creaked open, and Jarrel stepped out, a satisfied grin playing at his lips. Hana followed close behind, cheeks flushed, her fingers delicately intertwined with his. She glanced around the corridors, hoping no one was there, but her hopes fell quickly when she spotted Magnus standing nearby, his expression a mix of fatigue and faint irritation.Magnus straightened, his gaze meeting Jarrel’s with a tinge of disbelief. His normally sharp and alert eyes were ringed with dark circles, and his shoulders sagged as if he had carried the weight of a sleepless night. Despite his obvious exhaustion, Magnus maintained his posture, his hand resting dutifully on his chest.“Magnus,” Jarrel called out, a teasing glint in his eye. “Care to tell me why you’re camped outside Hana’s room? And why you look like you’ve had all the sleep of a rooster at dawn?”Magnus cleared his throat, his gaze shifting awkwardly to
Chapter 146: Power and RestriantDays had gone by with Hana trying to keep her mind busy with the planning of getting her pack together. She had taken it upon herself to figure out everything by herself without involving Jarrel into the situation. She understood how her pack would react if Jarrel was to come forward to preach peace and forgiveness, they won’t even let him explain himself and his reasons for staging a raiding party against their pack. They wouldn’t even mind if she was mated to him, they would stage a scene that would cost lives and that was something she was trying so hard to avoid. They couldn’t change the hands of times, neither could they bring back the dead, but what they could do was to move on in peace and love just like she had decided to move on. On the other hand was Jarrel who was still receiving threats from this so-called prominent man from Blood Thorn Pack. Although Jarrel didn’t act like those threats bothered him, the endless speculations the Elders w
Chapter 147: In the Garden The afternoon sunlight still cast a warm glow across the garden, illuminating droplets of water from the waterfall on the leaves and petals. Jarrel who had just washed his hand off Raoul’s blood now stood outside, the serenity of the scene contrasting sharply with the brutal confrontation from earlier. His eyes found Hana, bent over near a cluster of flowering shrubs, clearly still struggling with nausea. He lingered a few steps away, observing her, his expression softened by an usual mix of impatience and something deeper. As Hana steadied herself, wiping her mouth and taking a few calming breaths, she straightened and turned. Her gaze fell on Jarrel, who stood there watching, a faint, alarmist teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The sight caught her by surprise. She had been expecting judgment or perhaps impatience, not this gentle warmth in his eyes.Slowly, Hana walked over to him, regaining her composure with each step. But as she neare
Chapter 148: A Point of No ReturnThe morning sun poured through the castle’s high windows, casting warm rays across Jarrel’s study, where he sat behind his desk, absorbed in a stack of reports. Hana took a deep breath as she entered, her mind set on her decision, even though she knew Jarrel wouldn’t approve. She stopped a few paces from his desk, her shadows falling across his papers.Without looking up, he murmured, “What’s on your mind?”“I’ve decided to go find my people,” Hana announced, voice steady but tense. “I know you are not in full support of this and you want to take the responsibility to find them yourself but I think it’s best I do that myself as their Alpha.”At that, Jarrel’s head snapped up. His expression, usually calm and reserved, shifted to one of surprise, and then, unmistakably, concern. He put down his quill and leaned back in his chair, studying her face.“Hana, that’s… that’s not a very good idea,” he replied cautiously. “They despise you. They think you bet
Chapter 149: The Weight of ShadowsHana’s chest felt as if it was bound tightly, her breaths shallow and irregular as she paced back and forth across the room. Her earlier conversation with Jarrel played on loop in her mind, each word he’d said amplifying the anger and frustration swirling within her. He’d flat-out denied her request to reconnect with Moonlit Pack, her own family, her duty.“They’ll hurt you, Hana. They hate you,” Jarrel had insisted, his words final, his tone firm. He didn’t understand. How could he, of all people, stand in the way of her need to rebuild her pack? Didn’t he realize how deeply the pain of his dismissal cut her?A voice from her memories broke through her thoughts, soft but condemning, bringing with it a sense of shame that felt heavy as stone. “You’re a betrayer, Hana,” the voice of her father echoed, a phrase she’d heard countless times in her dreams since the attack. Those words, spoken by her parents in visions, clawed their way into her consciousn
Chapter 150: The Choice to Let GoJarrel sat by the open window, his gaze fixed on the cold, silent landscape outside. The night air drifted in, filling the room with a sharp chill, but he barely noticed. His focus was fixed on a single object cradled in his hands: a small wooden bird-shaped flute, its delicate neckpiece carved with intricate feathers, each line a testament to the care and patience it had taken to create it. The flute has been something he’d crafted himself, back when he and Hana were still dreamers rather than leaders weighed down by obligations. They had been two souls with nothing but the future ahead of them, hopeful, invincible—or so it had seemed. This flute, a symbol of those days, had once meant so much more. But now, it only raised questions, piercing and unrelenting, that he could no longer ignore. His wolf stirred within him, its presence a grounding force as he continued to stare at the flute, the memories swirling around him like a storm he couldn’t qui
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