Chapter 4: Memories
Hana disappeared from the room as quickly as she could, her heart racing with fear and disgust. She breathed out and ran to the bathroom, the walls seemed to shut out the room behind her, and with a loud bang she shut the door and remained standing against it, panting. The tenderness on her neck welled feeling that tingled all through reminded her of Jarrel's ownership over her delicate body. Then, she opened the tap and allowed the water to run for quite some time before it became very hot. Panicking, she wiped her neck hard as if she could wash away the symbol that chained her to the man who was solely responsible for ruining her existence. The water scalded her skin, still, she did not mind. The more she scrubbed, she cried tears along with the water that was running down her face. “Why?” She yelled, her voice resonating within the bathroom walls lined with tiles. "Why did it have to be him?" Images of her parents and brother flashed in her mind. She remembered the night Jarrel's men had stormed their home. Her father, the proud Alpha of the MoonLight pack, had fought valiantly, but he was no match for the sheer number of attackers. She saw him fall, blood pooling around him as he took his last breath. Her mother, fierce and protective, had tried to shield her, but she too was cut down. And her brother, brave and loyal, had been slaughtered before her eyes as he tried to defend their family. The memories were a torment, each one more painful than the last. She had watched helplessly as her family was destroyed, their pack overrun by Jarrel's forces. The survivors were either slaughtered or sold to other packs like livestock. Every day since had been a nightmare, filled with the cries of her people and the relentless brutality of their captors. Afterward, Hana was disgusted and tired, she felt filthy and broken, and her skin was red and even raw from her washing. “I cannot go on like this,” she said in a soft contagiously weak voice. ”I can’t stand it. ” She looked at herself through the mirror unconsciously as her lips were pink and wet. The woman staring back at her was a stranger, her eyes dilated with sorrow and anguish, her face wet with tears and red with scraped skin. She saw the mark, an ugly existence that could not be denied by anyone ever again. A boiling brewing of hatred and disgust filled her up and she cried out loud a scream of anger. She screamed aggressively to her reflection in the mirror, ‘Get out!’ "Get out of my life!" She let out a loud scream and suddenly punched the mirror. The glass broke to pieces all over the place. Numbness spread across her hand and up her arm but it was not quite so unbearable as the pain in her chest. She looked at the scattered glass pieces and cried stiff breathing. Blood fell from the wound on her hand and fell onto the water on the sink. Feeling frustrated and helpless Hana took up a piece of glass with a sharp edge to her. She palmed the object turning it with her fingers and slicing her palm with the keen edge. The pain was a strange companion, and it was better for her to feel the pain outside rather than the torment inside her. "I can’t do this." She murmured. "I can't live like this anymore." She held the glass against her wrist, the cut as if passionate to cut deeper into her skin. She thought for a while, that last spark which still burned within her core hoping for a different ending slowly fading away, the images and the experience cruelly overwhelming. With a soft sound of despair, she drew the glass across her skin and blood started to appear on the surface. She did it again, and again; each time, the cut seemed to be even more painful than the one before it. Her vision started to fade as the room spun around; what little blood she had left settled around her body. She felt her energy fading, her muscles getting soft and she knew she was nearing her end. She collapsed to the ground and the floor was cold and hard, with the chilliness feeling her cheek. “I’m sorry,” She said softly as though she didn’t want to disturb the silence that engulfed the room. "I'm so sorry. " Her eyes shut, and the world around her faded to black. **** Jarrel stood outside His room, his expression a mask of frustration and anger. He had marked her and claimed her as his mate, yet she continued to defy him. Her spirit, her resistance, was both infuriating and intriguing. He had never met anyone who stood up to him the way she did. "Alpha," one of his guards approached, bowing his head respectfully. "There's something you need to see." "What is it?" Jarrel snapped, not in the mood for more problems. "It's Lady Hana, sir. She's in the bathroom, and... there's blood." With surprise on his face, Jarrel pushed past the security officer and hurried down the hallway. He stormed inside the restroom and came to a complete stop. He was met with a horrifying and hopeless scene. Hana's deep wrist cuts were causing blood to pool around her as she lay on the floor. What had transpired was revealed by the broken mirror and the sharp fragment of glass she was holding. Jarrel was momentarily paralyzed, a whirlwind of emotions racing through him. Anger, frustration, and something more that felt strange and uneasy. He dismissed it instantly, crouching next to Hana and placing his fingertips against her neck. Her pulse was faint, but it was there. "Get the healer!" he barked at the guard. "Now!" The guard ran off, and Jarrel lifted Hana into his arms. Her skin was pale due to blood loss, and her body was limp. He brought her over to the bed and carefully placed her down. His thoughts were racing, trying to decide what to do. Although he had anticipated resistance, this was... something else. This was pain and desperation he hadn't expected to see.Chapter 5: The HealerThe healer, a composed middle-aged woman, showed up in a flash. Examining Hana's wounds with experienced efficiency, she tried to stop the bleeding and fix the slashes, her hands gleaming with healing power."She'll live," the healer said after a long stressful few minutes. "But she needs rest and care. She's been through a lot."Jarrel nodded, his jaw clenched. "Thank you," he said curtly. The healer bowed and left the room, leaving Jarrel alone with Hana.He sat at her side, observing her feeble breaths rise and fall in her chest. She still looked very much like a woman who had been in torment, even in her unconscious state her face wore the look of grief. He gently touched her forehead and tried to fix her hair which fell down on her head, only to tie it back in a bun. His hands were, inexplicably, gentle; it was the complete opposite of his assertive and aggressive personality.He whispered, "What am I going to do with you, Hana?" in a quiet voice. He had t
CHAPTER 6: The Unexpected Desire Hana had no choice but to adjust to the environment and atmosphere of Alpha Jarrel. She needed to pretend to be okay for the sake of her remaining pack members. She had come to realize just how cruel Alpha Jarrel was.It was an unfortunate fate, but she could not escape from it. As much as Hana hated Jarrel, his touch on her body always sent jolts of unexpected and unwanted pleasures through her.Jarrel had walked into her room that night. She could feel his stress; Maya had said earlier that they went to the frontline of a clash with another enemy pack. He was back and in her room.Backed against the wall and Jarrel’s huge body towering above her, she held her breath, attempting to bury the boiling sensation rising from within her.Hana had made Jarrel feel like a predator. Jarrel's entire body seemed to want something from this delicate-looking girl who had built a shield of steel around herself. Something made him want to shatter that steel right a
CHAPTER 7: The Bond“Hello, my lady,”Hana turned from the bed she had been lying on. She had been in this room for weeks without coming out or meeting anyone.“I am Sasha, and the Alpha has asked me to dress you up for the event tonight,” said a lady in a blue gown.She seemed to be the designer Jarrel had talked about last night. Mia was standing beside her.“What event is that? I have no desire to be at any party. Please leave,” Hana responded.“My lady, the Alpha has warned that there is no room for refusal and not to push him further,” Mia said, stepping forward.Hana fully understood what that warning meant. He would do anything if she refused to attend.“It’s the Alpha’s birthday party, and he needs his mate beside him,” Mia said, trying to convince Hana to see reason to go.Hana looked at the pleading eyes Mia was giving her. She knew she was trying to tell her to save them all trouble and just go.“Alright, Mia. Let me wash up,” Hana said and walked into the bathroom.She won
CHAPTER 8Hana and Mia strolled together through the SeaHowl pack’s grounds with the warm light of afternoon enveloping the place. The air was fresh and the flowers in the garden were blooming but none of those seemed to soften the stiffness in Hana’s heart. She was moving like a free woman while her pack members were being confined, this feeling made her feel like a fraud.It was a beautiful garden with flowers and shrubs looking neat and cut in a perfect manner including the hedge. Hana looked at the girl, who looked satisfied on the bench, her eyes looked friendly and happy that she finally had someone to talk to, while Hana felt an emptiness inside. They strolled in silence, Hana’s thoughts heavy with worry and guilt.As they approached a group of pack members chatting near a fountain, Hana overheard snippets of their conversation.“Did you hear? Alpha Jarrel subdued another enemy pack recently.”“Yeah, and some breeders were brought to the prison. Poor souls.”Hana’s heart clen
CHAPTER 9: Bravery Amid ChaosHana had just stepped into the garden when the alarm bells began to ring throughout the SeaHowl pack’s territory. The shrill, desperate sounds signaled an attack. Her heart pounded in her chest as memories of her own pack’s fall flooded her mind, the horror of that night still vivid and fresh.She saw panic spreading among the pack members, their faces twisted in fear and determination. Children were being herded into safe areas, and warriors were rushing to the front lines. Hana’s eyes fell on a small boy, no older than six, standing frozen in the middle of the chaos. His wide, terrified eyes searched for his mother, who was nowhere in sight.As she watched, a rogue wolf, large and menacing, broke through the defenses and charged toward the boy. Hana’s breath caught in her throat. She was paralyzed by indecision. The image of Jarrel’s ruthless assault on her pack flashed before her eyes—men and women slaughtered, children dragged into slavery. These we
CHAPTER 10: The Alpha's DilemmaThe rumble of Jarrel's car echoed through the trees as he approached the SeaHowl pack’s compound. His absence had lasted barely a couple of days while he was busy mediating differences and restoring peace around. With every stride that brought him near, it felt as if an electric current flowed through the atmosphere, making him restless.Dismounting, he stormed through the pack house’s main door. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the frantic movements of his pack members. His Beta, Magnus, approached with a grim expression.“Alpha, there’s been an attack.”Jarrel’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. “Who attacked us?”“Rogue wolves. They managed to breach the perimeter and get close to the main house. My Lady... she was attacked.”The blood drained from Jarrel’s face, replaced swiftly by a seething fury. “Where is she?”“In the infirmary. She’s hurt but... she saved one of the pack’s pups.”Without another word, Jarrel pushed past Magnus and
CHAPTER 11: Nightmare Hana gasped as she thrashed about on her bed, with her mind caught up in the labyrinthine corridors of her memory.Hana was back home where it was safe and sound; a small but sturdy wooden cabin located right at the heart of her pack’s territory. The smell of pine and soil filled Hana’s nostrils; the forest itself seemed to be whispering to her. Her mother would be humming softly as she cooked dinner with the rhythmical chopping of vegetables. Around that time, Hana remembers her father’s deep voice booming from inside their meeting room during a talk with other elders.The air suddenly turned cold and Hana felt an uncomfortable shiver run down her back. She went outside and looked around, scanning all along the tree line. There was an eerie silence that fell over the serene forest which now seemed to hold its breath for some reason. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest when she heard a low growl from amongst the shadows.Without any response chaos broke out. Sh
CHAPTER 12: Fear and courage The following morning, Hana felt as though her chest was heavy and she was having trouble breathing. She was confused and dejected after what had happened the day before. She was physically and emotionally stuck, unable to escape the sensation. She could feel her circumstances suffocating her more with each breath. She made the decision to get outside and stroll since she didn't know where she was going and thought the change of scenery would help her think more clearly. The territory of the pack was covered in long shadows by the early morning light. Hana was lost in contemplation, a whirlwind of rage, anxiety, and melancholy. She was so focused on her morning routine that she hardly saw the other pack members. Their voices and movements seemed distant as if she were observing them through a thick fog. Hana’s steps eventually took her to a far corner of the SeaHowl pack’s territory. She had never ventured this far before, and the unfamiliar