Chapter 56: UnravelingThe tense silence between Hana and Magnus hung in the air, suffocating in its intensity. Hana’s chest heaved as she fought to control her emotions. The weight of his words, of her memories, pressed down on her like a heavy blanket she couldn’t escape.Magnus stood before her, unmoving, his jaw clenched tight as if he was trying to keep himself from saying more. His cold eyes bore into hers, filled with a deep-seated hatred she couldn’t fully understand.But she didn’t back down.Taking a deep breath, she wiped the last of her tears, standing straighter as she squared her shoulders. “I don’t care what you think of me,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I’m here because of fate, not by choice. And whether you accept or not, I am your Luna.”Magnus scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. “Luna?” You think parading around as Jarrel’s little prize makes you Luna? You’re nothing more than his tool. He doesn’t care about you.”Hana’s fists clenched at her sides, but s
Chapter 57: Moments of SolaceThe night was calm, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions Hana had just endured. Jarrel’s steady presence beside her was both a comfort and a source of confusion. After everything she’d been through—after all the tension with Magnus, the cruelty of the elites, and the endless struggle of trying to find her place in the Sealhow Pack—there was something soothing about simply being alone with him.As they walked down the long hallway of the castle, the stone walls dimly lit by sconces, neither of them said a word. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather filled with unspoken understanding. Jarrel had taken her hand at some point, his strong grip a silent promise that he wouldn’t let her go. They reached the door to their private quarters, and Jarrel opened it with ease, stepping aside to allow Hana to enter first. Once inside, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The room was spacious and warm, lit by a fire cra
Chapter 58: Shadows Hana woke to the soft, rhythmic sound of Jarrel’s breathing beside her. The warmth of his body close to hers brought a sense of comfort she hadn’t known she needed. It was still dark outside, and the castle was quiet. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that had happened over the past few days.Her life had been upended the moment she found out she was Jarrel’s fated mate. The ruthless Alpha of the Sealhow pack had once been her enemy, a man she had feared and hated for what he had done to her family and her people. But here she was, sharing a bed with him, her heart torn between loyalty to her past and the strange, unexplainable bond she now felt with him.Hana shifted slightly, careful not to wake Jarrel, and said out of bed. The cool stone floor sent a shiver up her spine as she quietly made her way to the window, pushing the heavy curtains aside to gaze out at the vast expanse of land below. The night was stil
Chapter 59: Unspoken TensionsHana stood alone in the castle gardens, her gaze wandering over the trees and flowers she had once admired. The air was still, the birds chirped softly, but inside her, everything felt unsettled. Jarrel had been summoned for a meeting with the Elders in the Council, leaving her with nothing but her own thoughts. Despite the beauty surrounding her, Hana’s mind churned, filled with questions and doubts she couldn’t seem to escape. She had tried to find peace in the stillness, but peace eluded her. It had been days since the tension at the party, and though Jarrel’s presence had soothed her at times, the unease from her people’s disdain remained. She didn’t feel like she belonged, no matter what Jarrel or anyone else said. They still saw her as an outsider—someone to be mistrusted and not to be respected. And she couldn’t entirely blame them. Hana took a deep breath, the crisp morning air filling her lungs as she stepped deeper into the gardens. The solitu
Chapter 60: The Meeting Of The EldersThe council chamber was filled with the usual suspects: elders with faces as craggy and cold as the stone walls surrounding them, seated in a half-circle around the large oak table. In the center, Alpha Jarrel sat, his broad frame taking up the entirety of the stone-carved chair. His golden eyes gleamed under the flickering candlelight, cold and unreadable as he stared straight ahead, unbothered by the heated discussion that raged around him. The Elders were losing their composure, their voices growing louder, as if they believed volume could sway the Alpha’s decision. But Jarrel remained silent. He was never one for unnecessary words. He did not care for their opinions, nor for their whimpering protests. His decision had been made the moment Hana asked him to free her people. It had been made because she was his mate, and no one—certainly not these self-important, aging fools—would question him on it. “She’s nothing but a prisoner!” Elder Kolri
Chapter 61: The Garden ConfrontationThe corridors of the castle felt colder than usual as Jarrel walked through them, his mood dark and brooding. His steps echoed off the stone walls, the weight of the recent events pressing down on his mind. He had left the elder’s chamber in a storm of fury, but now all he wanted was to see Hana. Her presence, despite everything, had a way of calming the tempest that constantly brewed within him. He had asked one of the servants about her whereabouts, only to be told that Hana was in the garden, speaking with the remnants of her pack. The mention of a fierce banter made his jaw tighten. He could imagine what they had said to her, how they had torn into her, their hatred for him undoubtedly poisoning their view of her. His wolf stirred with unease, irritated that she had been left alone with those who despised her. Jarrel pushed open the large doors leading to the garden and stepped outside. The air was crisp, the morning light filtering through t
Chapter 62: Jarrel’s DarknessThe vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.Jarrel tossed in his sleep, his face contorted in a grimace. The sheets were tangled around his legs, damp with sweat. His breathing was ragged, each gasp a struggle to escape the nightmare that gripped him. In the darkness of his mind, he was relieving his past—a hellish landscape where agony and fear were the only constants.The scene unfolded with haunting clarity. He was a child again, back in the cold, sto
Chapter 63: Torn Between Two WorldHana sat alone in the quiet of her nicely decorated garden, her knees drawn to her chest, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sky met the distant mountains. The air around her was still, the morning sun was barely lifting above the trees. It was too peaceful for how chaotic her mind felt. Inside, she was breaking apart piece by piece, the weight of her conflicting emotions pressing down on her like a stone tied to chest.Her thoughts kept circling back to her people. The survivors. The ones who had stood before her only hours ago, faces twisted in anger and disappointment. Their words still echoed in her mind, sharp and venomous, each one a danger aimed at her heart.“You’re a traitor, Hana. A coward.”She had tried to speak, but the words had stuck in her throat, choked by the undeniable truth in their accusations. What could she say? How could she possibly defend herself when she had no idea what she was doing? She was the one who should have l
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