Novels by Hi Joon

The Ending of One Chapter... The Beginning of AnotherAs laughter echoed beneath the starlit sky, and the warmth of love and loyalty blanketed the pack, the night passed with joy—marking the end of one dark chapter, and the beginning of something far more precious:A future where love ruled, not fear.Where power protected, not destroyed.And where even the most broken hearts found healing.The She-Devil was gone.The war was over.And the Alpha’s house was finally at peace...---Book Two: "Alpha Theo: Legacy of the Banished Omega".---Epilogue: The Arrival of SamanthaThe wind carried the scent of pine and earth as the sun dipped behind the dense border of the Dam-Nighade Pack. The howls of patrol wolves echoed in the distance, warning travelers that they were entering a new territory—one governed by strict rules, fresh beginnings, and a young Alpha who had risen from the favor of the powerful Alpha Damian.Among the newest group of arrivals was Samantha.Her once-glossy hair was t

The Night BeforeAs the moon cast its silver glow over the estate, Damian summoned a trusted guard and issued a single command:“Announce it. Tomorrow, at dawn—Lila's execution. Let it be known throughout the pack. But warn them—no women and children are allowed.”The message spread like wildfire. Whispers turned to murmurs. By midnight, even the stars seemed to hold their breath.---The Morning of JudgmentThe sun had barely risen when a restless crowd began to gather at the pack’s central arena. Despite the warning, curiosity proved stronger than fear—some women and even children slipped into the crowd, eager to witness the fall of the She-Devil they’d heard about in hushed tales and seen with their eyes.Soon, the massive gates groaned open. Damian entered the arena, flanked by Lucian, the elders, and a line of armored warriors. His presence alone was enough to hush the crowd into silence. He stepped forward, eyes sweeping across his people.Then he began to speak—his voice calm,

Back at the Estate…The moment Damian returned to his estate, he was met by the frantic voice of a servant. “Alpha—it's Luna Ella. She hasn't stopped vomiting since she returned from the dungeon.”Panic flashed in Damian's eyes. Without a word, he rushed toward their chamber. The door opened to the sound of retching, and there she was—curled on her side, her face pale and clammy, hands gripping the edge of the bed as another wave of nausea struck her.“Ella,” he breathed, dropping to his knees beside her.She looked up, her eyes filled with exhaustion. “I-I’m fine,” she whispered weakly. “It’s just… the smell down there… the blood… it won’t leave my mind.”Not wasting another second, Damian ordered for the pack healer.Within minutes, the elderly woman arrived with her satchel, bowing swiftly before going to Ella’s side. After a thorough examination and quiet hums of concern, she turned to Damian. “My Alpha,” she said gently, “her reaction is likely tied to emotional distress. The t

Meanwhile… Deep in the DungeonsTwo days of unrelenting torment had passed, and Lila was barely recognizable.Her once-pristine hair now hung in tangled, blood-caked knots. Her limbs trembled from open wounds. The dungeon reeked of rot, silver, and defeat.Liam’s torture had been ruthless, methodical—and most of all, personal.But today, another figure descended into the darkness.Damian. And beside him, despite his earlier reluctance, was Ella.She had insisted on coming. Wanted to see for herself what had become of the monster who had tried to rip her life apart.But nothing could have prepared her for the sight.The moment her eyes met Lila’s mutilated figure, the memories came flooding back—the poison, the betrayal, the constant fear. Her heart clenched, and the weight of everything she’d endured surged through her.She collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.“Ella—” Damian’s face shifted from stoic to alarmed. He knelt by her side, holding her close as her body shook with

Elsewhere in the Pack...Samantha’s house was unusually loud that afternoon.Her friends—giggling and excited—had stopped by to deliver the latest gossip from outside the confines of her father’s tight restrictions. But the moment the words left their lips, Samantha’s entire mood changed. “Theo’s the new Alpha of the Dam-Nighade Pack!” one of them had squealed.“And Rina’s going with him—they’re leaving tonight!” another added.Samantha had forced a smile. Nodded politely. Pretended to be unfazed.But the moment they left, her face contorted into one of pure rage.A scream tore through her throat, loud and feral, shaking the windowpanes. She grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it against the wall. Shards scattered like her splintering pride.Her mother, who had been working outside, came rushing in.“Samantha!” she gasped, eyes widening at the sight of her daughter pacing like an unhinged wolf. “What is it?”Samantha’s voice was trembling with fury. “He’s leaving… to become Alpha. Wi

Theo and Liam nearly tripped over themselves racing home, their hearts pounding with a blend of joy, disbelief, and nerves. It wasn’t every day a warrior came back from battle not only victorious—but appointed as Alpha and Gamma of a new pack.Their parents’ modest home sat at the end of the main street, its porch still lit with the soft glow of a hanging lantern. Theo didn’t even knock. He pushed the door open, breathless with excitement.“Mother! Father!” Liam called out.Their parents, who had been finishing their evening meal, looked up in alarm. Their mother wiped her hands on her apron as their father stood, sensing the urgency.“What is it? What’s wrong?” their mother asked.Liam grinned from ear to ear. “You’re looking at the new Gamma of the Pack.”They blinked, stunned. Before they could ask, Theo stepped forward.“And I… I’ve just been appointed Alpha of the Dam-Nighade Pack.”The silence was deafening.Then, in a burst of disbelief and joy, their parents rushed forward, em

The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the training field, heat shimmering above the hard-packed earth. The air was thick with the sound of grunts, the thud of fists meeting flesh, and the sharp crack of wooden practice weapons clashing together.Jihoo stood at the center, his commanding presence directing the warriors through their drills. But his sharp gaze caught on three particular warriors lingering at the back — men who had become notorious for their rebellious streak. Most of the warriors had obeyed without hesitation—except for the same three who had been a constant thorn in his side. They dragged their feet, exchanged mocking glances, and refused to follow orders.It wasn’t the first time. The others had grown tired of their antics. Murmurs of frustration rippled through the group until one warrior finally snapped.“Maybe if you actually followed orders, you wouldn’t be so useless,” one of the younger fighters snapped, voice edged with frustration.The three men turned sh

Meanwhile, in another part of the estate, tension brewed in the training fields. Jihoo had been settling into his new role as Gamma, his posture confident yet humble, his voice firm when giving orders. Many of the warriors respected him—he had earned that much through years of discipline and fair leadership. But there were three who did not.These three warriors—Hojin, Baek, and Sunwoo—were older, seasoned fighters who had been hoping for a different appointment. In their minds, Jihoo was too mild-mannered to command them, too “soft” to lead in battle. Their envy festered into silent rebellion.It began with small acts of disobedience: ignoring his calls during drills, performing exercises at half strength, or deliberately dragging their feet when carrying out tasks. Jihoo, at first, corrected them patiently, giving them the chance to redeem themselves. But when their behavior persisted, his tone sharpened.One afternoon, when they outright refused to follow a tactical order during co

Far from the council chamber, another letter was making its way to darker hands. Samantha’s mother had wasted no time in writing to her daughter. The inked words were sharp and unforgiving—scolding.Samantha unfolded it eagerly, expecting words of praise from her mother. Instead, her eyes narrowed as she read the sharp, slanted handwriting.> Samantha,I have just received word of the birth of Damian’s heir. Do you realize what this means? Every moment you waste is a nail in the coffin of our plan. You have delayed long enough. The child will grow, and with him, Damian’s power will be unshakable. If you truly wish to see your place secured, you must act—now.Do not disappoint me again.The letter ended without love, without warmth—only the weight of command.Samantha’s lips curled into a bitter smile. Her mother’s words burned, but they also lit a dangerous spark within her. She rose from the edge of her bed, pacing slowly, her mind spinning with the possibilities.Getting into the al

On her very first visit to the Merchant’s estate, Samantha made sure every step, every smile, and every word was calculated. She wore a mask of sweetness so convincing it would have fooled the Moon Goddess herself. She greeted the high-ranking officials with respectful bows, offered to help with the smallest of tasks, and even feigned concern for their well-being.She knew these people held the key to her next move. A few favorable words from them could see her name added to the list of servants assigned to the Alpha’s estate kitchen quarters — the very place where her real plan could take root.And so, she played her role to perfection. Nothing in her demeanor suggested arrogance or deceit; she was the picture of humble obedience. Her efforts didn’t go unnoticed. The officials, pleased with her apparent good manners, wasted no time in praising her to Paula.Paula, in turn, warmed to her immediately. From that day onward, Samantha alone was chosen to serve at the Merchant’s estate — a

Meanwhile, In The ShadowsBack in the slave quarters, Samantha’s grip on power was tightening.With Benita gone and Paula beginning to favor her more openly, she now had access to kitchen rotas, personal schedules, and servant reports sent to the main house. Every whisper passed through her hands first.She used this knowledge well—spreading subtle gossip that turned trusted workers against each other, setting up conflicts only she could smooth over. To Paula, she appeared efficient. Loyal.But secretly, Samantha’s gaze was fixed higher than the maid’s quarters.She wanted to enter the main house.To be seen.Not just by anyone—but by Alpha Theo himself.She had plans for him. Big ones.. ---The morning fog clung to the training fields like a ghost refusing to let go of the past.Alpha Theo stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, silently watching the young warriors spar. His gaze wasn’t drawn to the strongest or the fastest—no, he was searching for something deeper.Instinc

Benita was everything Samantha hated in a rival.Effortlessly calm. Sharp-witted. Loyal to Paula like a hound to its master. And worst of all—she didn’t like Samantha. She didn’t fall for the soft-spoken words, the false humility, or the occasional tears that swayed others. Benita watched her with guarded eyes, always one step out of reach.But Samantha knew one thing—everyone had a weakness.And Benita’s… was her little brother.His name was Caleb. Barely ten, mute since birth, but bright-eyed and clever. He lived in the lower slave quarters with the orphaned pups and was allowed to visit his sister once a week.Samantha pretended not to notice the small gifts Benita smuggled back for him—extra bread, fruit slices, or the rare carved wooden toy.She waited patiently for the right moment.Then one rainy afternoon, she ‘accidentally’ bumped into Caleb while carrying a tray of apples for the kitchen. The fruit rolled everywhere, and Caleb flinched, clearly terrified he was about to be p