Chapter 80: Hana AbsenceThe morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the castle, casting soft, golden hues across the opulent halls. The maids, accustomed to the quiet rhythm of the morning, moved with precision as they went about their duties. Today, however, something was off. “I can’t find her anywhere!” one maid exclaimed, her voice laced with worry as she stood at the threshold of Hana’s room. The bed, untouched and neatly made, stared back at them like a cold, empty reminder of her absence.“She’s not in the bath or the gardens?” another asked, her face paling as she glanced around, fear creeping into her eyes.“No, nowhere!” The first maid’s voice trembled. “What if something’s happened to her?”Panic began to ripple through them as they searched the room frantically, pulling open wardrobes, looking under the bed, and checking every nook and cranny. But there was no sign of Hana. The realization hit them hard—Hana, the mate of their Alpha, was missing.“We need to te
Chapter 81: Brothers BondMagnus took a deep breath, trying to calm the flurry of emotions churning inside him. The maids stood before him, eyes wide with curiosity and nervousness as they waited for him to speak. He knew they were anxious to know where Hana was, their earlier panic still evident in their faces.“What did the Alpha say, sir?” One of the maids asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her hands trembled in fear. They all know who Jarrel was and how protective he was of Hana, they know he would have their heads if he found out that Hana was gone and they were not ready to die for their Luna getting a cold feet. “She’s fine,” Magnus said, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “The Luna is with the Alpha. You have nothing to worry about.”The maids exchanged glances, a collective sigh of relief escaping them. But Magnus could see the curiosity sparkling in her eyes, the way their shoulders relaxed but their tongues seemed ready to wag. Their worried faces seem
Chapter 82: A Heart Awakened.Jarrel sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Hana’s peaceful face. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across her skin, making it look almost ethereal. Her dark hair spread across the pillow like a silky halo, contrasting beautifully against the white sheets. She looked so fragile, so serene, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath.His eyes trailed down to the small stain of blood on the sheets, a stark reminder of what had transpired between them just hours ago. A mixture of emotions churned inside him—guilt, awe, protectiveness. He had taken something precious from her, something that could never be given back, and it weighed heavily on his heart. But alongside that guilt was something else, something deeper and more profound: love. He hadn’t felt this way before, not about anyone. His life had been filled with bloodshed, power struggles, and the constant need to prove himself. He had
Chapter 83: Viable BondThe soft morning light continued to filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the two lovers as they stayed still in their embrace. After what felt like an eternity, Jarrel disengaged from the hug, his eyes lingering on her face, tracing the delicate contours that made her look even more ethereal. Her hair flowed like a halo down her shoulders, her cheeks still held the faintest blush from the events of the night before. His heart clenched with a mixture of love and vial guilt. How had he, a man forged in darkness and violence, been blessed with someone as pure and resilient as Hana? His wolf stirred within him, a naughty thought humming with newfound intensity.“How about we go for another ride,” his wolf murmured. “She looks so hot to ignore.”“Too hot for someone like us you know,” Jarrel agreed silently, his eyes softening as he watched her squint her eyes playfully. “Let’s not blow our chance by being a little bit pushy.”“Are you okay?” Hana as
Chapter 84: Unspoken PromisesThe water had cooled, but Hana didn’t seem to notice. Jarrel sat on the edge of the tub, his fingers intertwined with hers as they both relished the rare, quiet moment. His heart was still heavy from their earlier conversation, but the tension between them had eased, replaced by a tentative understanding that felt new and fragile. Hana’s head rested against the tub’s edge, her eyes half-closed as she watched him through her lashes. “You know, you seem different,” she murmured, her voice soft and contemplative.Jarrel raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving her face. “Different how?”“Gentler,” she said, her lips curving into a faint smile. “I never imagined you like this. Not with anyone, let alone me.”He laughed softly, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her hand. “You’re the one who’s changed me, Hana.” He paused, his expression growing serious. “Before you, I didn’t think I was capable of… this. Of wanting to be someone better.”Hana’s eyes soften
Chapter 85: The Burden of Truth Jarrel stood by the bed, his gaze lingering on Hana’s peaceful face. She was still half-asleep from her noon nap, her eyes fluttering open just long enough to meet his eyes, her breathing even and calm. But despite her peaceful appearance, he knew there was a storm brewing inside her—a storm they had both been avoiding for far too long. The question of why she had run, why she had left him, hung heavily between them. It had always been there, like a shadow, following every touch, every glance, but never spoken aloud. He watched her for a moment longer, his heart tightening at the thought of what he had to do. They couldn’t avoid it forever. Slowly, carefully, he sat up and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open, and when her gaze met his, there was a flicker of something—fear, guilt, maybe both. “Hana,” Jarrel began, his voice gentle but firm. “We’ve been avoiding this for too long. We can’t keep preten
Chapter 86: A Heavy HeartThe room was thick with the weight of Hana’s words, the suffocating silence that followed her outburst pressing down on Jarrel like a boulder on his chest. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands as if they might offer some solution to the impossible situation he found himself in. His heart was shattered, guilt gnawing at him with every breath he took. He wanted to fix it, to make everything right, but how could he? How could he ever make up for what he had done to her, to her family, to her pack?Hana had turned away from him, her back to the room, staring out the window at the grey sky. Her shoulders were hunched, her arms wrapped tightly around her body as if she could hold herself together through sheer force of will. Jarrel wanted to go to her, but he couldn’t. Not now. Maybe not ever. A soft knock on the door cut through the tension in the room. Both of them flinched at the sound. Hana quickly turned her face away, hiding her tear-streaked
Chapter 87: A Meeting of TempersJarrel stormed through the halls of the pack’s headquarters, his fists clenched at his sides as Magnus followed a few steps behind him. He was done with the tears and vulnerabilities of his situation with Hana, at least to the extent of showing it off to Magnus. What he needed was to put himself back together, bring back that stoic spirit and face this meeting with the elders head on. The echo of their footsteps bounced off the stone walls, but the usual reverence Jarrel felt for this place, where the weight of leadership often settled on his shoulders, was drowned out by the rage boiling inside him. Every step he too felt heavier, like each was pulling him deeper into a pit of anger and frustration that he was quickly losing control over. The thought of leaving Hana alone with her pain after everything she had confessed still twisted his gut. And now, he was forced to sit through another grueling meeting with the elders—elders who had only ever kno
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