로그인Third Person POVOne year later…The packhouse was louder than usual and that was saying something.Lunar Thanksgiving had finally arrived, and Mila had insisted that this year's celebration would be special. It was their first major gathering since the war, and more importantly, it was the first time everyone would be together again since they had promised to meet every six months.Somehow, six months had turned into a year but nobody was complaining.The entire backyard had been decorated with golden lights, autumn leaves, flowers, and long tables filled with food. There were pumpkins arranged along the walkway, candles on the tables, and a huge banner hanging above the entrance.**HAPPY LUNAR THANKSGIVING!**Mila stood near the dining table, holding a glass of juice while watching the preparations, her life had changed in ways she never could have imagined.A year ago, she had been fighting the Demon King, terrified that she might lose everyone she loved.Now, she was a mother of
Henshaw’s POVThe journey to our new pack took most of the day, Elliot had selected a nice pack for us to start afresh in.By the time the mountains came into view, the sun was already beginning to sink behind them, I looked out at the unfamiliar landscape and felt something I hadn't expected.Peace.There was no enormous army waiting beyond the hills.Elliot was walking beside me, his hand occasionally brushing against mine and Millie was between us, holding both our hands.She had been asking questions for most of the journey “How big is the pack?”“Not very big,” Elliot answered.“Are there lots of wolves?”“A few.”“Do they have a lake?”“I think so.”“Can I see it?”“Of course.”“Are there children?”Elliot looked at me “I'm not sure but there should be.”Millie frowned “I hope there are.”I laughed “You'll find someone to play with.”She seemed satisfied with that answer.After everything she had been through, seeing her this excited about something as simple as a new home made
Mila’s POVEveryone had finally left.For the first time in what felt like forever, the place was quiet and I kind of missed all of us gathered at the table making plans to denominate the world.I stood outside with Knox beside me, watching as Greta and Jon prepared to leave, I was sad internally.Their bags were already packed, and their wolves were restless beneath their skin, eager to return home after everything we had been through.Greta walked toward me first and she looked at me for a moment before smiling.“I still can't believe it's over,” she said.I smiled back. “Neither can I.”She pulled me into a tight hug “ When I got the vision that a fellow witch needed my help, I was skeptical, and then I found this beautiful family” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.We had fought together, we had nearly died together and there had been moments when none of us knew whether we would make it out alive.And now we were standing here saying goodbye.“I’m going to miss you
Elliot’s POVI had been thinking about how to tell my sister for days, it wasn’t that I was ashamed of Henshaw or uncertain about what we had. Quite the opposite, for the first time in a long while, I was certain about something in my life.I wanted to be with him and I wanted to build a life with him.And I wanted us to have a place where we could start fresh, away from everything that had happened during the war.There was just one person I needed to speak to before we left.Elise.My sister had been through enough already. Between her pregnancy, the premature birth of Lucian, the attack, and everything that followed, I didn’t want to overwhelm her.But I also didn’t want to leave without telling her properly, I found her sitting in the living room with Eric and baby Lucian was resting peacefully in her arms, wrapped in a blue blanket.She looked up when I entered “There’s my brother.”I smiled “Hey.”Eric glanced at me “Come in.”I walked over and sat opposite them and Elise studi
This is a spicy chapter, you can skip Hansel’s pov I was on my back in the middle of the wide bed, my legs already spread, and three pairs of hands were on me like they couldn’t decide who got to touch what first.Conrad’s mouth was on my left breast, sucking hard enough that the sharp pull made me arch and Caleb had the right one, his tongue circling my nipple until it was stiff and aching. Marcus was lower, between my thighs with two fingers already buried inside me, curling in that ruthless way he always did when he wanted me dripping before anyone even got their cock in.“Fuck, Hansel,” Marcus muttered against my clit, the words vibrating through me. “You’re soaked.”I reached down and pushed his head closer, grinding against his mouth. “Then stop talking and eat me out properly.”He laughed, low and dark, and did exactly that with his tongue flat and insistent, licking me open while his fingers pumped in and out. Conrad bit down gently on my nipple at the same time and I gas
Hansel’s POVFor the first time in a very long time, I woke up without feeling like I had to be ready for a fight.There was no urgent voice calling my name.No warning coming through our bond and no strange magic hanging in the air.I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling.Then I smiled, we were back home, I turned my head and Marcus was asleep beside me, one arm stretched across the empty space where I had been lying. Conrad was on the other side, still completely asleep, while Caleb had somehow managed to take up far more space than one person possibly needed.I stared at him “How do you even sleep like that?” I muttered.Caleb shifted slightly “Don’t judge me.”I blinked and his eyes were still closed “You’re awake?”“No.”I laughed “Clearly.”He pulled the blanket over his head “I want to sleep.”“Then sleep.”“Stop talking.”I shook my head, trying not to laugh, Marcus finally opened his eyes “What are you two doing?”“Your mate is disturbing my sleep,” Caleb complain
Mila’s POVThe dungeon smelled like damp stone and sweat.The moment they threw me inside the cage, the iron door slammed shut with a finality that echoed far deeper than the sound itself.I let out a fustrated groan and kicked the doors, Bastian was so evil for making me go through this.The momen
Knox’s POV“Call the healer!”My voice tore through the hall, sharp and raw, but it felt like it wasn’t loud enough.Nothing felt loud enough because my mother was dying in front of me.Blood spilled from her lips as she coughed again, her body trembling under my hands. I dropped to my knees beside
Mila's pov…Kreda was draining and annoying, I almost punched her in the face.I reached the palace gates and pushed it open everywhere was dark already except for the torches of fires lining the place. Guards stood at their usual posts, but none of them stopped me as I walked inside.Some nodded
Knox Mercer……. I didn’t want a Luna. That was the truth no one seemed willing to accept. The council chamber was quiet, and I sat in my chair while Conrad and Caleb watched me. Generations of Alphas were carved into the walls, staring down at me like judges waiting for me to fail or slip up.







