Chapter 65: The Desperate SearchThe silence in the castle was unnatural, oppressive. It suffocated everything, thick and heavy like a storm that refused to break. Jarrel stood in the grand hall, his fists clenched at his sides, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He stared at the large doors that led out to the courtyard, the air around him crackling with barely restrained rage. She was gone.Hana had run. No one had seen her since she walked out of the garden. No one knew where she had gone, or how far she had gotten. Jarrel’s pack, usually so vigilant, had failed him. They had let her slip away. Behind him, Magnus stood near the fireplace, eyes red-rimmed, his shoulders slumped. His guilt was written all over his face. He had been tasked with keeping an eye on Hana, with making sure she stayed within the castle’s walls. But he had failed, and the weight of that failure was crushing him. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” Magnus whispered, his voice barely audible. His hands were tremblin
Chapter 66: Hana’s Escape The wind howled through the dense trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and pine. Hana crouched low, pressing her back against the rough bark of a towering oak, her heart pounding loud enough that she feared it would betray her. She had been running for hours, maybe even days, though the passage of time had blurred. Her lungs burned with each breath, but she wasn’t ready to stop. She couldn’t stop.The bond that tied her to Jarrel tugged at her, a faint pull in her chest that made her want to turn around, to return to him. But she fought it, the memory of her pack’s accusations ringing in her ears. Coward. Traitor. They had spat at her, looked at her with such disgust that the guilt had settled in her bones like a sickness. Hana wasn’t sure if she was running from them or from herself. Her body trembled, partly from the cold seeping into her bones, but mostly from exhaustion. She hadn’t slept properly since she fled the castle. She couldn’t. Every
Chapter 67: DesperationThe castle felt different. It was quieter, more suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in on everyone inside. Jarrel paced the length of his study, his footsteps heavy, each one making the room tremble. His hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms. The air around him crackled with the barely-contained rage coursing through him. Hana was still not found. She was gone. Gone.It had been hours since she disappeared, but it felt like an eternity. His mind raced with every possible scenario—where she could be, who might have taken her. But worse than the uncertainty was the gnawing feeling of loss. She left on her own accord. She ran away from him. She chose to leave him because he was her monster.Magnus who had just returned with the troops stood by the door, head bowed, his guilt and sorrow palpable in the room. He had promised Jarrel that he was going to find her no matter what, and now the beta’s shame hung over him like a stor
Chapter 68: The Hunt BeginsThe dawn broke, but the sky was still heavy with the weight of Jarrel’s growing impatience. The entire pack had assembled, men eager and ready, trackers prepared to scour every inch of the kingdom in search of Hana. The energy was tense—fearful even. Jarrel’s rage was palpable, radiating from him like a storm cloud ready to break. No one spoke unless necessary, each word carefully measured, fearing the Alpha’s fury.Jarrel stood at the front of the pack, his gaze sharp and unyielding. His eyes, glowing faintly with the presence of his wolf, scanned the horizon as if willing Hana to appear. Every breath he took was ragged, his mind consumed by thoughts of her, of the bond they shared that now felt like a raw wound in his chest. Magnus stood beside him, tense but focused, still bearing the guilt of Hana’s escape. He had barely slept, and the haunted look in his eyes mirrored Jarrel’s relentless. But there was a difference between them—while Magnus was drowni
Chapter 69: Betrayal in the ShadowsMagnus clenched his fists as he walked just ahead of Jarrel now, the dense forest closing in around them. His steps were deliberate, leading Jarrel away from the direction where Hana’s faint scent had disappeared. His heart pounded in his chest, not from the exertion of the search, but from the guilt that gnawed at him with every step.“You’re heading us in circles, Magnus,” Jarrel growled, his wolf hovering near the surface. Jarrel’s patience was running thin, the bond with Hana pulling him in another direction, but Magnus pressed forward. “I just think we should be thorough,” Magnus replied, forcing his voice to remain steady. “We can’t miss any details. It could lead us to her.”Jarrel’s eyes narrowed. His wolf stirred, suspicious now. Magnus had always been his most trusted ally—his beta, his brother in arms—but something felt off. Still, he didn’t argue. Not yet. As they moved deeper into the woods, the memories started creeping up on Magnus.
Chapter 70: A Trail of Betrayal.The wind was heavy now with the scent of the woods as Jarrel moved swiftly through the forest, his senses on high alert. His wolf form itched beneath his skin, eager to be set free, but Jarrel kept a tight hold on it. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not now. Not while Hana was still missing and Magnus was the key to finding her. His heart pounded in his chest, the primal need to find her gnawing at him with each passing second.Behind them, the pack warriors searched in scattered groups, their movements efficient, but there was a growing frustration among them. They had been combing the forest for a while now with no sign of her. Little scent, with no main trail. It was as if she had vanished at some point. But Jarrel knew better. Something wasn’t right, and it wasn’t just a fruitless search. He could feel it in his bones. He had a sixth sense for these things, especially when it came to Hana. Every time he questioned Magnus about the search, abou
Chapter 71: A Fragile PleaThe air inside the abandoned house was thick, suffocating, as Jarrel pushed through the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. He had forced himself to keep a level head as he confronted Magnus, but now, all his thoughts were on one thing—Hana.His wolf growled, an impatient beast clawing beneath his skin as he scanned the dark room. There, in the far corner, bound and slumped on the chair, was Hana.For a split second, Jarrel froze. Her head was bent forward, her body still. Too still. “No, no, no.”He surged forward, dropping to his knees beside her. Her wrists were tightly bound, the ropes digging into her skin, leaving raw, angry marks. His hands shook as he reached for the ropes pulling at the knots with more force than necessary.“Hana….” His voice was a strained whisper, his throat tight as fear gripped him. “Please wake up.”She didn’t move. Her breathing was shallow, barely noticeable. Panic swelled inside him, but he pushed it down, focusing on
Chapter 72: Whispers from the MoonHana wandered through an endless darkness, the heavy silence weighing on her chest like a boulder. The world around her felt both familiar and alien, an abandoned forest with trees that twisted like nightmares. The air was damp, heavy with a fog that clung to her skin, chilling her to the bone. As she moved through the eerie terrain, her feet seemed to carry her without purpose, without direction. And then, she heard it.“Hana…”A voice, soft but unmistakable, floated on the wind, whispering her name. It was distant at first, barely a murmur, but it echoed through the forest like a haunting melody. Her heart began to race. She spun around, searching for the source of the voice, but saw nothing but the dense fog that encased her. “Hana…”There it was again, clearer now, almost urgent. Her breath hitched as she squinted through the thick mist, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever—or whatever—was calling her. She wanted to ignore it, to turn away and
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