Chapter 47: A Desperate Awakening Hana jolted upright, her body drenched in cold sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The nightmare had gripped her so tightly that, for a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was—whether she was still trapped in that hellish realm or if she had truly returned to the waking world. Her eyes darted around, searching for the familiar markers of reality. The coarse blanket beneath her, the dim light filtering through the cracked window, and the muffled sounds of the pack outside—all of these slowly grounded her back to where she was: a rundown cabin far from the clearing where her old life had been torn apart. She could still feel their accusing eyes on her, could still hear the venom in their voices as they condemned her for a betrayal she hadn’t fully committed. The faces of her family, her pack, and Mia lingered in her mind like a haunting echo, refusing to fade away. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to wipe away the remnants of the nightma
Chapter 48: The Return to RealityHana had gone back to bed the previous night with her thoughts still heavy on her mind and her heart full of worry when she couldn’t find Jarrel by her side. Opening her eyes with a start in the first light of day, her mind was still heavy with the otherworldly realm clung to her like a shroud, making it difficult to shake off the sense of dread that had settled deep within her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she lay there, staring up at the rough-hewn ceiling of the cabin. The sound of voices outside pulled her from the oppressive silence of her thoughts. The familiar bustle of pack life—the shuffling of feet, the low murmurs of conversation, the distant clatter of tools—seeped into her awareness, grounding her in the present. Slowly, she pushed herself up, wiping the cold sweat from her below.As she dressed, the echoes of the nightmare continued to whisper in the back of her mind, replaying the accusing looks, the harsh words, the overwhelming
Chapter 49: An Unlikely AllianceJarrel’s eyes narrowed as Hana approached him, her determination evident in every step. He could see it in the way her jaw was set, the way her eyes bore into his with a fire that was both familiar and newly ignited. She wasn’t going to back down, not this time.“Hana,” he began, his voice low and stern, “you can’t come with me to the front. It’s too dangerous.”But Hana was already shaking her head before he could finish. “I’m your mate, Jarrel. I have a right to stand by your side, no matter the danger.”Her words were firm, carrying an authority that caught him off guard. He’d always known she was strong, but this was different. There was something deeper, something unyielding that resonated with him on a level he couldn’t ignore.“Hana, you’re not thinking clearly,” he argued, though there was a hint of reluctance in his tone. “You’ve just been through a lot. You need to rest, to gather your strength.”She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “And
Chapter 50: Bonds of Fury. The journey to the front lines of the Sealhow pack’s territory was fraught with an undercurrent of tension. The powerful growl of engines cut through the silence, but neither Hana nor Jarrel spoke. The heavy silence between them was pregnant with thoughts unspoken, feelings raw and volatile. Magnus drove, his eyes fixed on the road, but the stiffness in his shoulders betrayed his discomfort. Jarrel stole glances at Hana, his mind racing. The events of the past few hours had left him unsettled, torn between his duty as Alpha and his instincts as a mate. He knew the tension between them would only escalate at the dungeon, where the captured prisoners—Hana’s people—were held.As they approached the front, the landscape became bleaker, more desolate. The dense trees gave way to barren fields, and the air grew heavy with the scent of blood and despair. When they finally arrived, the sight that greeted Hana made her heart lurch.The dungeon loomed ahead, a foreb
Chapter 51: Lines in the SandHana turned to Jarrel, her eyes still glowing fiercely. “As your Luna and your fated mate, I request that you release my people from their bondage and prison. They’ve suffered enough.”Jarrel hesitated, his eyes searching hers, looking for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. She stood before him, resolute, fierce, a true Alpha in her own right. He couldn’t deny the strength she exuded, nor could he ignore the bond that tied them together, a bond that went beyond pack, beyond duty. “As you wish,” he finally said, his voice low, a mix of respect and something more. “Your people will be released.”She turned to her former pack members, who watched her in stunned silence. “You can leave if you want to,” she said, her tone less harsh now, but still firm. “But I won’t be held responsible if something else happens to you.”With that, she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet dungeon. Jarrel watched her go, a strange mix of emotions
Chapter 52: Sands of TimeHana looked at him for a long moment, as if searching for something in his eyes. Then, with a sigh, she turned away from him, her gaze once again focused on the unknown again. “It’s not that simple, Jarrel. You can’t just undo the past. My people—they’ll never forgive you, and neither will I, not completely. But I’m tired of fighting, if holding onto all this anger. It’s eating me alive.”Jarrel moved closer, standing beside her, his eyes following her gaze to the sky. “Then let it go,” he said quietly. “Not for me, but for yourself. You don’t have to forgive me, Hana. But you need to find a way to move forward, for your own sake.”Hana’s shoulders slumped, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I want to, Jarrel. I really do. But every time I try, I see their faces—my family, my friends. And I feel like I’m betraying them by even considering a life with you.”Jarrel’s heart twisted painfully at her words. He had always known that winning her trust,
Chapter 53: The Party The grand hall of the Sealhow pack’s mansion was alright with the glow of countless chandeliers, their crystal facets casting a soft, golden light over the gathered guests. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fine wines, savory dishes, and the subtle perfumes worn by the elite of the werewolf society. Laughter and conversation flowed freely, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses as the pack’s most influential members gathered to celebrate another victory, another season, or perhaps simply their own status. Hana stood near the edge of the room, her back straight, shoulders tense. The dress Jarrel had chosen for her—deep emerald green that accentuated her dark hair and striking eyes—was elegant, almost regal. Yet, despite its beauty, she couldn’t shake the discomfort that came with wearing it. She felt out of place among the lavishly dressed women, all of whom seemed to have been born into this world of wealth and power, a world she had only r
Chapter 54: The Truth The cool night air hit Hana’s face as she stepped outside, her hand still enclosed in Jarrel’s firm grip. The darkness was a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere inside the grand hall, where the whispers and judgments of the elite had started to chip away at her composure. The stars above were scattered across the sky like diamonds, offering a brief respite from the storm brewing in her mind. Jarrel led her to a secluded garden at the edge of the mansion’s grounds, where the sounds of the party faded into the background, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of an owl. He released her hand and turned to face her, his eyes searching hers as if trying to decipher the turmoil within.“Hana,” he began, his voice gentle yet laced with concern, “what’s really going on? I can tell something’s bothering you.”Hana hesitated, the words she wanted to say caught in her throat. She had always prided herself on being strong, on not showing weakn
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