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 73: Drowning in ShadowsJarrel sat alone in his dimly lit chamber, the room filled with the stench of alcohol. Bottles were strewn across the floor, some shattered in his fury. His hand gripped a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the liquid sloshing in time with the erratic beat of his pulse. He tilted his head back, eyes glassy and unfocused, as he took another swig, the burn in his throat doing little to numb the ache in his chest. The drink was supposed to silence the guilt, but it never did. It only made the voices louder—the voices of the past, of his father, of his brother, of everyone who had been hurt by his hands. The voice inside that whispered he was nothing more than the monster they all feared.“She’s better off without me,” he muttered under his breath, though the words felt hollow. His jaw clenched as his thoughts spiraled, each one cutting deeper than the last. “I’m a fool to think I could ever be anything else.”His thoughts dragged him back to that night—the nig
Chapter 74: Under the Midnight SkyThe night was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. The darkness outside Hana’s window beckoned, a silent invitation to the freedom she had been longing for since she had awakened. She had spent too long lying in that bed, pretending to be unconscious, pretending that everything was normal, when in truth, nothing about her life was normal anymore.She sat up slowly, careful not to make sound, her eyes darting toward the door. The castle was still. Everyone was likely asleep by now, and she doubted Jarrel was keeping watch at this late hour. She hadn’t seen him since she woke up but the words from the maid telling her that Jarrel had been miserable struck a chord in her mind. She couldn’t let him see her like this—not when her mind was tangled with questions, doubts and hate.Silently, Hana slipped from the bed, her bare feet pressing into the cool stone floor. She tiptoed across the room, the dim light of the moon filtering
Chapter 1 : Bound to the Beast "Another breeder was killed today," the guard's voice echoed through the prison hallway. "I'm yet to choose a breeder. The girls are so beautiful. The pack we conquered this time has pretty girls, I must say," one guard replied as they approached Hana's cell. She was slowly getting used to the bad news of her people getting killed after giving the males of SeaHowl pack a pup. They were captured a year ago, and this had been the routine since their imprisonment. "Hey, you!" One of them pointed at Hana, who was lying folded like a ball. "That one over there is so petite and pretty. Even after a year, her beauty didn't fade like the rest," another guard said, lust glinting in his eyes. "She was kept separate by the Alpha, so take your eyes off her," one of them warned. "I heard she was MoonLight Alpha's daughter. No wonder she was separated," another said. Hana listened to them, pained that she could do nothing to save her people who were killed ev
Chapter 2: Firm rejection The door creaked open again, just as it had countless times since Hana’s arrival. She had lost all appetite to eat. Even in her previous prison, food was limited, but now, in this place where she could eat as much as she wanted, her zeal to eat was gone. "You have to eat if you don’t want the Alpha to be pissed, my lady," said Mia, the little girl introduced to Hana as her new maid. Worry was etched on her young face. "Who cares what the monster thinks? He can do anything he wants, but I’d rather die than be comfortable in such a place beside him," Hana responded, her head buried between her knees and wrapped around her legs. "It’s better to be treated well by a monster than be consumed by him. I understand your despair, but you have to give yourself enough strength," Mia said, squatting in front of Hana, whose tears streamed uncontrollably. "Please… don’t be nice to me. There’s no way I will accept comfort in a pack that took everything from me and mad