LIAM'S POVIt had been four years. Four years of silence. Four years of searching, questioning, and coming up empty-handed.Daniella was gone.I never thought she had it in her. Leaving me? No, that was impossible. For years, she had been by my side, unwavering, constant. She belonged thereโor at least, I had believed she did. But she vanished without a trace, walking out of my life like I never mattered like we never existed.I had searched. I had sent men to track her down, combed through records, and called in favors from people who owed me their lives. But there was nothing. No trail, no whispers, not even a ghost of her existence left behind. It was as if she had been swallowed by the earth itself.I had confronted Grace and Roy more times than I cared to count, demanding answers. Their unwavering silence was infuriating. They had sworn they didnโt know where she was, but I knew better. They were loyal to her, not me. I could have used my Alpha command to force them to speak, to
LIAMS'S POVI stretched out on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the muffled sounds of Matilda moving around in the bedroom. I could tell she was still irritated but I didnโt care. I wasnโt in the mood for another night of endless nagging and passive-aggressive remarks. I needed space.Matilda didnโt take rejection well, and I knew Iโd pay for it in the morning. But for now, the couch was my sanctuary. The cushions werenโt exactly comfortable, but they were better than the alternativeโlying beside her, and listening to her whine about what I was supposed to do about us.I turned to my side, willing sleep to take over and drown my restlessness. My mind, however, had other plans. It driftedโlike it always didโto Daniella. Four years, and still, she haunted me. I could almost hear her voice, soft and steady, cutting through the chaos of my thoughts. She had been my balance, my anchor, and I had let her slip away.Damn it.I shut my eyes and forced my body to relax. Think
I stared at Liamโs broad back as he settled onto the couch, his muscles tense, his face turned away from me. The unspoken message was clear: he wasnโt in the mood for another argument.Coward-I musedMy fingers curled into fists as frustration surged through me. Four years. Four long years I had stood by his side, played the role of the perfect partner, tolerated his cold moods and his infuriating silence. And yet, he still refused to make me his Luna. Still refused to give me the one thing I deserved after all my patience.I had no intention of being like Daniella. That weak, pathetic girl who had wasted seven years waiting for Liam to wake up and claim her. And where had that gotten her? Nowhere. She had vanished into thin air, and Liam had moved on without a second thought. Or at least, that was what I told myself.But the truth gnawed at me.Because for all his indifference, for all his apparent disinterest, I saw itโthe way his gaze sometimes drifted, the way a shadow of somethin
LIAMS POVThe flight back to New York felt longer than it should have. Paris had been exhausting, not because of the city itself but because of Matilda. She had been insufferable, whining about how I wasnโt paying enough attention to her, complaining about how I still hadnโt marked her, and bringing up Daniellaโs name far too many times for my liking.I had thought a lavish trip, designer shopping sprees, and five-star dining would pacify herโlike it always did. But this time, she was relentless. The moment we landed, I wanted nothing more than to return to my penthouse, pour myself a drink, and have some goddamn peace.As soon as the car pulled up to my estate, I stepped out without offering Matilda so much as a glance. I could hear her irritated huff behind me, but I didnโt care. But the second I stepped into my home, that small desire was shattered.Sitting in my living room were my mother, my sister Jessica, and two of the eldest members of the packโs councilโElder Harrington an
I was now sure that their was a gang up against me because as soon as my mother and her entourage left, my phone rang. The moment I saw Alpha Sethโs name flashing on the screen, a deep sigh left my lips. I had expected this call. The man had been pressing for an official mating between Matilda and me for years, and after the Paris trip, which had been more of a test of patience than a vacation, I knew he wouldnโt wait much longer.I considered ignoring it, but I knew better. Alpha Seth was not the kind of man who took silence as an answer. With a clenched jaw, I swiped to accept the call and put the phone to my ear.โAlpha Seth.โ My voice was calm, and measured.โLiam,โ his voice boomed through the speaker, all pretense of pleasantries discarded. โI assume youโre back from your little vacation with my daughter.โI closed my eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. โYes, we are back in the city.โโGood. Then I take it youโve finally come to your senses and are ready to mate Matilda and make her
LIAM'S POVThe decision had already been made. No matter how much it frustrated me, no matter how much my gut twisted in protest, I had made my choice. The pack came first. Always.As I stepped out of my car in front of the grand new jewelry store, I let out a slow breath, collecting my thoughts. The city was alive tonight, filled with flashing cameras, the hum of conversations, and the steady beat of luxury and wealth converging on one of the most anticipated store openings of the year. The brand had already built an impressive reputation, known for exquisite craftsmanship, rare gemstones, and unparalleled elegance. I wasnโt the type to indulge in such events, but attending tonight served a purpose.It was the kind of event Matilda would have insisted on attending, and for a fleeting moment, I was glad she had been too preoccupied with something else to accompany me.The evening air buzzed with anticipation. There were flashes from photographers, murmurs of admiration from guests dre
LIAMโS POVI moved through the lavish space with a practiced indifference, my eyes scanning the crowd as I sipped from my glass of whiskey. The moment I spotted her standing alone by one of the tall windows, my body tensed. It had been years since I had seen her up close, and damn if Daniella Thornhill didnโt look as effortlessly stunning as ever.I approached her silently, my steps measured and deliberate. She was lost in thought, her gaze focused on the city lights beyond the glass, her figure poised and elegant. I stopped just behind her, close enough to let my presence be known, and when she finally turned, my lips curled into a smirk.โYou look good,โ I murmured, my voice dripping with the same arrogant confidence I had always wielded around her.Daniella didnโt flinch, nor did she let any surprise cross her face. Instead, she met my gaze with cold, unreadable eyes. โThank you, Mr. Garvalle,โ she replied smoothly, her tone formal, distant.The polite address sent an immediate fla
LIAMโS POVI stood frozen in place, fists clenched at my sides as I watched Daniella walk away, her back straight, her posture unwavering, as if our exchange hadnโt affected her in the slightest. My jaw tightened, and my wolf snarled in frustration.Daniella Thornhill.She was infuriating.That cold, detached tone. The way she had called me โMr. Garvalle,โ as if I was nothing more than a stranger. The condescending smirk on her lips before she turned her back on me. It was like she was deliberately mocking me, rubbing salt into wounds I didnโt even realize I had.I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair. My pride was bruised, my patience worn thin. My entire body hummed with anger, my wolf restless beneath my skin, itching to lash out.She had slapped me.She had actually slapped me.And I had let her.I should have put her in her place. I should have said something to cut through her icy indifference. But instead, I had watched her walk away like some defeated fool.I reach
PRESENT TIME (SOPHIE AND DANIELLA)Life didnโt snap back to normal the moment they walked through the front door, but little by little, Sophie and Daniella found their rhythm again.The mornings, once quiet and still, began with the familiar hum of the kettle and the comforting scent of chamomile and cinnamon. Daniella would wake before Sophie, padding through the house in her slippers, letting the silence settle around her. It helped her breatheโhelped her remind herself that they were safe now.Sophie, once hesitant to leave her motherโs side even for a minute, slowly began venturing back into her own room, her laughter gradually returning. At first, she trailed behind Daniella like a shadowโsilent, watchfulโbut eventually, she returned to her books, her sketches, the odd habit of humming while brushing her hair.They kept things simple in those first few weeks. Grocery runs were done together, hand in hand. They cooked meals with music playing in the backgroundโsometimes jazz, some
Alpha Czar sat in his high-backed leather chair, a sealed ivory envelope resting in his palm. His fingers traced the wax seal embossed with the sigil of the Riverdale Packโa howling wolf curled beneath a crescent moon. The letter had arrived just before dawn, hand-delivered by a warrior.Curiosity had flickered in his chest when he first opened it. Now, as his eyes scanned the invitation again, something strange unfurled in his chestโsomething old and aching.Together with their families, Alpha Dalton of the Riverdale Pack and Daniella Thornhill cordially invite Alpha Czar of the Emerald Pack to celebrate their union in marriage. The ceremony will be held under the full moon on the 14th of August, at twilight, in the sacred glade of Riverdale. A reception will follow under the stars. Your presence would honor us.Czar read it twice. Then a third time. He had received a personal invite, out of respect and a longstanding alliance with Alpha Reid, Daltonโs father.As his eyes
FIVE YEARS AFTER HIS LOSSAlpha Czar stood at the edge of the valley with his hands clasped behind his back. The scent of pine and frost filled his lungs, but it brought no comfortโnot tonight. Not after all this time.He had come here on the same night every year for the past five years. A ritual of sorts. A silent vigil in the hope that the wind would change, that the earth would stir and return what had been stolen from him.His mate. His daughter.The memory still struck him with sharp, unforgiving clarity. One moment he had held her in his arms, his tiny daughter wrapped in her motherโs scent, warm and cooing softly against his chest. The next, there had been chaosโblood everywhere, screams in the darkness, and an aching silence that had never truly left him.He had searched every region, crossed every territory, called in every favour he was owed. Elders, seers, witchesโhe had begged them all. But each trail ran cold. And nowโฆ he was done.โI canโt do this anymore,โ Czar murmure
The first thing Daniella remembered was warmth.After weeksโperhaps months, she couldnโt be sureโof cold stone, rough rope, hunger, and fear so constant it felt like a part of her skin, the heat of the blanket around her was a shock. Her eyelids fluttered as light seeped through, soft and golden, nothing like the oppressive dimness of the place sheโd been held. For a moment, she didnโt move. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, the illusion would shatter and she would find herself back in that place again, chained to fear.But then came the sound of gentle voicesโreal voices, not threats or barked orders. The lilt of care, the rhythm of kindness. And something elseโฆ laughter. Childish, light, and echoing through walls that didnโt drip with damp or desperation.Daniella's eyes snapped open.She sat up too quickly, and her ribs protested with a sharp ache. The pain was grounding, almost reassuring. She was real. Alive.The room was simple, but clean and cozy. Pale cream walls, a
Elizabethโs breath came in shallow gasps, her body slack against the cruel embrace of the experimental chair. Straps bit into her raw skin, long since chafed and torn, yet she no longer felt the pain. Her nerves had dulled, her senses numbed. She was more spirit than flesh now, drifting between worlds, untethered.Her head lolled to one side, dark strands of matted hair clinging to her sweat-soaked skin. Her once vibrant eyes, those fiery defiant eyes that had once shown with life and love, now stared at the ceilingโglassy, distant, the fight flickering out like the last glow of an oil lamp. There was no screaming anymore, no struggling. They had taken everything from herโher strength, her dignity, her voice.Yet within the silence, her mind slipped somewhere far from the sterile hell around her.She was eight again.The scent of wildflowers filled her nose, and golden sunlight poured through the trees of the glen behind her childhood home. Her mother laughedโa light, airy sound that
The cell was always cold.No matter how long Elizabeth stayed thereโdays, weeks, years perhapsโher bones never grew used to the damp chill that seemed to cling to her skin like a second layer. The air was thick with mildew and rot, and the stone walls wept with condensation. The silence, when it fell, was almost worse than the screams that came before.She heard the iron door screech open again, and her blood ran colder.โNo,โ she whispered, her body trembling already from the day before. โPleaseโplease not again.โHeavy boots approached. A gloved hand reached down and grabbed her by the armโan arm so bruised and battered it barely felt like her own anymoreโand dragged her out. She cried out as her knees scraped the rough stone floor.The guards always ignored her pleas.Elizabeth was hauled into the chamber againโthe room that smelled of blood, fire, and wet leather. Chains hung from the ceiling like spiders waiting to pounce. A rusted grate in the floor whispered of what had already
The cell door creaked open with a groan that echoed through the narrow corridor, the iron hinges protesting the movement. Arya stepped out, her heeled boots clicking sharply against the damp stone floor. Her posture was elegant, commandingโher chin tilted ever so slightly upwards in that familiar way that made her seem like royalty in a place that reeked of rot and fear.She turned to the guards, her lips curling into a tight smile.โLock the cell,โ she ordered coolly without glancing back. โI donโt want any accidents.โThe guards nodded silently and pushed the thick iron door shut with a deep metallic clang. One of them turned the key with a rough twist, and the deadbolt snapped into place with finality. Arya stood still for a moment, watching them with feigned patience, her hands clasped lightly behind her back.โThe trial is scheduled, correct?โ Arya asked in a silk-smooth tone, as if she were inquiring about afternoon tea, not the brutal torment of another living being.โYes, my
โAryaโฆโ Elizabethโs voice rang out, quiet but clear, halting Aryaโs retreat.Arya stilled, her hand on the doorโs iron handle. โWhat?โElizabeth swallowed hard, her voice cracking beneath the weight of pain and disbelief. โWhy?โArya paused mid-step. Her fingers curled around the keys at her hip. She did not turn.โWhy what?โ Arya asked, her voice smooth and clipped, though it carried an edge.โWhy go to such desperate measures to get rid of us?โ Elizabethโs voice trembled with hurt and confusion. โDo you hate us that much? Why pretend? Why go so far? Was all of it a lie?โArya stood still, her back to the bars. For a moment, Elizabeth thought she might walk away, might ignore the question entirely. But then Arya turned slowly, her brown eyes glowing faintly in the dim torchlight.There was a sneer on her face, cruel and cold, but beneath it, Elizabeth saw something elseโbitterness, long-nurtured pain, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.โYou really want to know?โ Arya aske
The damp chill of the underground cell gnawed through Elizabethโs thin, torn tunic, and the stench of mold and decay lingered in the air like a curse that refused to be lifted.Chains rattled faintly with her every movement, and little Habibah lay curled in her motherโs lap, her breath warm against Elizabethโs bruised skin. Elizabethโs fingers ran slowly through her daughterโs tangled curls, each strand a small comfort against the storm of fear in her chest. For a brief, aching moment, there was silence. Suddenly, the silence broke. The sound of heavy boots echoed down the corridorโslow, deliberate, merciless. Elizabeth stiffened, her hand tightening around Habibah. The child whimpered.A cruel laugh drifted through the air, low and mocking, bouncing off the cold walls like a specter.โNo,โ Elizabeth whispered, eyes lifting toward the cell bars. โPlease, not again.โThe shadows moved, shaped themselves into a familiar figure. A woman stepped into the dim torchlight, flanked by three