The room was warm with laughter, flickering candlelight reflecting off polished wooden panels and the soft rustle of napkins as dishes were passed from hand to hand. It wasn’t grand—no palace dining hall—but there was something distinctly comforting about Beta Cruz’s quarters: the mismatched armchairs, the scent of rosemary chicken wafting from the kitchen, the faint tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the corner. The kind of place that felt lived in.Sandra sat between her mother and Adam, her fingers curled loosely around her water glass. Her mother, Anita, wore a soft pink cardigan and kept dabbing at her lips with a napkin even though she’d barely eaten. Her father, Joseph, had finally relaxed after a second glass of wine, the creases on his forehead easing into something like curiosity. Across from them sat Beta Cruz—Adam’s father—and his wife Luciana, both smiling with a kind of effortless grace that only came with long years of leadership and experience."That roast was amazi
The sun had barely dipped beneath the horizon when the first howl echoed across the forest line, long and reverent, rolling over the valley. It was answered moments later—first by one, then two, then a chorus of voices rising and falling in haunting harmony. The Moon Festival had begun.Sandra stood with her parents at the edge of the torch-lit gathering field, wrapped in a soft woolen shawl. A warm breeze rustled the trees, and the smell of damp earth mingled with the spicy tang of burning herbs drifting from the ceremonial braziers. All around her, shifters arrived in groups—some in tightly-knit family clusters, others in laughing bands of young wolves, eager for the thrill of the night. Their eyes gleamed in the fading light, many already dressed in lightweight clothes they would soon discard before shifting.Adam stood beside her, his hand warm around hers, dressed in a loose shirt and track pants that could be removed easily before transformation. Beta Cruz, already bare-chested,
Daniella’s Point of View Liam is my mate. But I wasn’t his. The thought had carved itself into my mind like a wound that refused to heal, raw and stinging no matter how many years passed. Ten years. Ten years of loving him in silence, enduring his indifference and callousness. Ten years of my heart beating for a man who would never truly be mine, of chasing shadows, holding onto fleeting moments, and pretending it didn't hurt every time I saw him smile at someone else.After a stroke of faith, I got a job as Liam's secretary, and for seven years, I became a shadow at his side, his ever-loyal secretary, his secret lover when he felt like it. **************The morning air was crisp as I stepped into the Garvalle Holdings towering headquarters, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The receptionist gave me a quick, pitying glance—an expression I had grown used to. They all knew. Everyone in this building had seen how Liam treated me. I tugged at the hem of my blous
Chapter 2 Daniella’s POV I stood frozen for what seemed like a lifetime before Matilda's syrupy voice filled the air. “Ah, the coffee,” she purred. “How thoughtful.” her gaze never left me, her eyes glinted with something venomous beneath the veil of a practiced smileI ignored her tone and placed the tray on the table beside her. My hand had barely left the cup when Matilda suddenly stood, her chair screeching backward. Her foot wobbled theatrically, and the next moment, her shriek pierced the air.The tray tilted, spilling its contents. Most of the hot coffee splashed onto my leg, the searing pain making my breath catch. But Matilda clutched her arm “Oh!” she yelped, stumbling into me, blinking rapidly as if on the verge of tears. “I know you don’t like me, but this is too much. Bullying me like this?” her eyes wide with feigned innocence. My lips parted, words of protest bubbling up, but Liam’s head snapped up from his phone. His eyes zeroed in on Matilda’s reddened hand, a
#Chapter 3Daniella’s Point of ViewThe morning rain only dampened my spirit and made me want to stay in bed and nurse my wounds. My stomach churned, a deep, uneasy ache that hadn’t left me for days. I sat on the edge of the bed, debating whether to call in sick. I could barely stand the thought of facing Liam today—or his sister, Jessica, who always seemed to be lurking nearby.But calling out wasn’t an option. Liam wouldn’t understand. He’d see it as a weakness, an inconvenience. The idea of his disapproval made my stomach twist even more. I couldn’t risk it. Not now. Not when I had so much to lose. It was at times like this that I yearned for a family, being an orphan and alone in this world had never been so gut-wrenching as it was lately, I feel lost, alone, and afraid.When I arrived at the office, the air felt off, heavier than usual. Conversations stopped abruptly as I walked past, eyes darting away too quickly, as though they were caught red-handed. My instincts were alarmed,
Daniella’s POV “Well,” she said, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Isn’t this cozy?”Her lips curved into a wry smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Daniella,” she said, her voice dripping with feigned warmth. “I thought I’d find you here.”“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Her smile widened. “I think the better question is: What are you doing here? Because whatever game you’re playing, Daniella, it ends now.”“What do you mean, ‘it ends now?’” My voice was steady, but I could feel my hands trembling by my sides.Matilda took a step closer, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “You know exactly what I mean, Daniella.” Her voice was sweet, almost mocking. “Liam and I are going to be mated soon. It’s been decided. The grandest wedding, the most lavish mate ceremony. Everyone is thrilled. And, well…” She trailed off, her gaze flickering to my stomach.“What?” My chest tightened as dread spread through me.“We can’t have any… c
Chapter 5 Daniella’s POV The knock on the door felt distant, almost surreal, as though it was coming from a world far removed from my reality. My body felt light and I felt pain all over as I lay sprawled on the cold floor. “Daniella? Are you in there?” I wanted to answer, but my lips wouldn’t move, and my voice wouldn’t come. Another knock came, it was louder this time, then followed by the jangle of keys. I heard the lock click, then the sound of the door creaking open.I heard Grace gasp and her footsteps hurrying as she rushed to my side.“Daniella!” she cried, dropping to her knees beside me. Her hands cupped my face, tilting it gently to look at her. “What happened to you?”I blinked at her, my vision blurring with unshed tears. “Grace…” My voice was barely a whisper.“You look awful!” she scolded, though her voice cracked with emotion. “How long have you been like this? You didn’t answer my calls, and I just knew something was wrong.” She shook her head, her braid swinging
Chapter 6:Daniella’s POV Liam’s text had been brief. “Urgent. Meet me at the Royal Crescent Hotel, Room 514.”For almost a week now, I have avoided him, ignored his calls, and buried myself in anything I could lay my hands on, hoping it would drown out the memories of him—and the child I lost. But here he was, summoning me with a single word like I was still tethered to his whims. My thumb hovered over the screen, torn between deleting the message and replying. I’d told myself I was done with him. My resignation letter had been my final declaration of independence. But old habits die hard, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the hotel room door, I hesitated, my hand poised over the doorknob. This was a mistake. I should leave.But the door opened before I could knock. Liam stood there, his gray eyes locking onto mine like a predator who had just cornered his prey.“Daniella,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, yet underpinned with an edge that sent a shiver down my
The sun had barely dipped beneath the horizon when the first howl echoed across the forest line, long and reverent, rolling over the valley. It was answered moments later—first by one, then two, then a chorus of voices rising and falling in haunting harmony. The Moon Festival had begun.Sandra stood with her parents at the edge of the torch-lit gathering field, wrapped in a soft woolen shawl. A warm breeze rustled the trees, and the smell of damp earth mingled with the spicy tang of burning herbs drifting from the ceremonial braziers. All around her, shifters arrived in groups—some in tightly-knit family clusters, others in laughing bands of young wolves, eager for the thrill of the night. Their eyes gleamed in the fading light, many already dressed in lightweight clothes they would soon discard before shifting.Adam stood beside her, his hand warm around hers, dressed in a loose shirt and track pants that could be removed easily before transformation. Beta Cruz, already bare-chested,
The room was warm with laughter, flickering candlelight reflecting off polished wooden panels and the soft rustle of napkins as dishes were passed from hand to hand. It wasn’t grand—no palace dining hall—but there was something distinctly comforting about Beta Cruz’s quarters: the mismatched armchairs, the scent of rosemary chicken wafting from the kitchen, the faint tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the corner. The kind of place that felt lived in.Sandra sat between her mother and Adam, her fingers curled loosely around her water glass. Her mother, Anita, wore a soft pink cardigan and kept dabbing at her lips with a napkin even though she’d barely eaten. Her father, Joseph, had finally relaxed after a second glass of wine, the creases on his forehead easing into something like curiosity. Across from them sat Beta Cruz—Adam’s father—and his wife Luciana, both smiling with a kind of effortless grace that only came with long years of leadership and experience."That roast was amazi
“No, no, like this,” Sandra said gently, adjusting a young girl’s work. “See? The stem needs to face upward—it represents hope.”“How do you know so much?” the girl asked curiously, her eyes wide.“I read the old festival manuscripts.” Sandra smiled, brushing dust from her hands. “Mrs Garvalle let me borrow them last night.”From across the garden, Mrs Garvalle watched, arms crossed, a rare glint of approval in her eyes.“She’s got the right hands,” she said to Luciana, who stood beside her. “Soft when needed, steady when things get tense.”Luciana nodded. “She listens. The pack feels it. That's more than I can say for—”Her words were cut off by the arrival of Matilda, gliding into the garden in a flowing lavender robe with gold embroidery. She wore expensive heels that stuck awkwardly in the earth, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance as she walked.“Ugh, this dirt,” she muttered. “Someone should’ve paved this section.”She stopped by a group of younger pack members folding
Alpha Liam stood on the upper balcony of his sprawling estate, eyes narrowed as he watched the flurry of activity below. His mother was standing beside him with crossed arms and taut expression.“She has no idea what a Luna is meant to do,” Lady Garvalle muttered. “Picking out dresses and preening like a peacock isn’t what the Moon Goddess taught us.”Liam sighed, slipping a platinum card from his pocket and handing it to the maid behind him.“Make sure Matilda gets this,” he said coolly. “Tell her I want her to travel abroad—get something extravagant for the festival. Something... fitting for a Luna.”The maid’s brows lifted in surprise. “Of course, Alpha. Shall I tell her you’d like her input for the ceremonial rites?”“No,” Liam replied flatly. “Tell her to take her time shopping. She can return the night before the festival.”Lady Garvalle smirked knowingly. “You’re sending her away to avoid the mess.”“She brings more chaos than charm,” Liam said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
The air in the pack was electric. From dawn, the territory buzzed with energy, every corner of the village echoing with laughter, the clatter of hands at work, and the occasional howl of excitement from younger wolves who could barely contain their anticipation. The Full Moon Festival was only a week away, and preparations had begun in earnest. Colorful ribbons were draped over the arched stone entryways, fluttering in the soft spring breeze like miniature flags of joy. Children ran barefoot through the field behind the pack house, chasing each other with garlands of wildflowers in their hands. Warriors helped raise long wooden poles for the ceremonial torches, while the kitchen omegas coordinated feasts that would feed the entire territory for days. It wasn’t just a celebration—it was a sacred time. A moment that echoed through the generations and tied them to something greater. And this year’s festival would be even more special. Not only would the full moon shine in her most radi
He smiled after he ended the call with Sandra, his heart filled with an unspoken joy at how everything had unfolded. The quiet hum of contentment settled over him like a warm blanket, his chest rising and falling with a rare sense of peace. After months of delicate conversations, cautiously hoping, and silent prayers to the Moon Goddess, things were finally aligning. Sandra would get to meet his people—his world, his family, the place that shaped the man he had become. And in turn, they would meet her, the woman who held his heart so gently yet so firmly, as if she’d always known how to carry it. He let out a breath, slow and steady, the corners of his mouth lifting again in a smile that wouldn’t leave. His parents had not objected either—a fact that did not surprise him. He had never truly feared their disapproval. They had always trusted his judgment, had always known that he didn’t offer his heart lightly. Their quiet acceptance had been another affirmation, a thread of reassurance
FLASHBACK TWO YEARS AGOHis mind wandered back, two years ago, to the trip he had never wanted to take."Come on, Adam," Alpha Liam had said, tossing a manila folder onto his desk. "You’re the only one who can finalize this deal. You’ve got the charm, the brains, and the patience I clearly lack. Texas isn’t going to bite."Adam had groaned, already buried under a pile of logistics for the upcoming winter solstice gathering. "You’re the Alpha. Just flash your scary face and sign the contract."Liam had smirked. "Exactly why I’m not going."So Adam had gone. Begrudgingly. He'd flown out to Austin, spent the afternoon checking into a sleek downtown hotel, and prepared himself for what he assumed would be a mind-numbing dinner with a client who collected rare books and spoke in long-winded metaphors.That evening, dressed in a tailored navy blazer and nursing a dull headache, Adam had wandered from the hotel early, looking to kill time before dinner. The air was warm, the sun dipping lazi
After the meeting with the elders, Beta Adam returned straight to the pack house. As he stepped through the wide front doors, the scent of roasted chicken and fresh bread hit him, mingled with the faint chatter and laughter echoing down the hallway.He barely made it past the common room before a voice called out.“Beta Adam!” one of the pack teenagers shouted, bounding toward him.Adam turned just in time to catch a soccer ball being lobbed in his direction. He caught it easily with one hand, smirking. “Still trying to take me down, huh?”Another teen popped up behind the first. “You promised you'd help us plan the training routes for the tournament!”“And stay for dinner!” a girl added quickly, already tugging at his jacket sleeve. “Mira made that spicy stew you like.”Adam chuckled, loosening his tie with a shake of his head. “You lot don’t give up, do you?”“Nope,” they chimed together, grinning.He gave in with a sigh that wasn’t entirely reluctant. “Fine. Dinner. But just dinner
Mariam gave a warm nod. “May she bring you strength and clarity, Beta.”But then her gaze narrowed slightly, and she tilted her head. “And where is her pack from, dear? Surely not from any of our neighboring alliances. We’d have heard the talk.”The smile on his lips faltered.Adam hesitated for a beat, the smile on his lips faltering."She... she’s not from any pack. She’s human."Silence.Dead silence.A ripple of surprise moved through the elders. Some leaned back in shock, others exchanged uncertain glances."Human?" Elder Corin echoed. "You mean she's not turned yet?"Adam shook his head. "No. She's fully human. I met her on a business trip to Texas a year ago. It was... unexpected. I didn’t recognize the bond at first, but... over time, it became undeniable."Reuben exchanged glances with Mariam. “A human mate for a Beta is... unusual,” he said cautiously.“It’s not just unusual,” Caleb said. “It’s risky. Humans are vulnerable. In times of conflict, she becomes a target.”Elder T