ChiaraTwenty years have passed since the news of my triplets filled the mansion with deafening joy. Twenty years since my hands, once stained by war, were filled with the soft skin of my children.Matteo, Daniel, and our sweet Isabella. My boys, strong and protective like their father; my daughter, with the spark of the moon and a cunning all her own.The pack had flourished under our leadership.The training school was a resounding success, raising generations of wise and powerful wolves. Peace between the Cosa Nostra and 'Ndrangheta had held firm, thanks in large part to Luca's leadership and Alessandro's diplomacy. Our home, once a bastion of war, had become a beacon of stability and love.But now, the nest was... different.My boys, my Alpha twins, Matteo and Daniel, had left a couple of years ago for the United States to pursue their university studies. A difficult decision for my she-wolf, but necessary for her growth. Isabella, our little Luna, had followed them a year later.
ChiaraMonths after our ceremony with Alessandro, a sweet and wonderful secret began to grow inside me. It wasn't long before my Alpha felt it through our bond: the tiny but powerful life forming inside me.The news spread like wildfire, not with the panic of a threat, but with the overflowing joy of a miracle—I was pregnant! The buzz became a celebration, a collective howl of happiness that echoed throughout the pack. It wasn't just the promise of an heir; it was the symbol of our victory over darkness, living proof that love and life would always find a way.It's the best thing that ever happened to us, Selene said excitedly.Days later, the pack prepared for a big party.It was not just a celebration but a feast for me, their Moon. The large central clearing, normally used for training and meetings, was transformed. Torches lit the space, garlands of wildflowers adorned the trees, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of roasting meat and berry pies.When I appeared, at
AlessandroMonths of peace had settled over us and the pack.The werewolf training school was thriving, the pack was growing stronger, and stability reigned in the mob world. But among all that, our love, Chiara's and mine, continued to grow, deeper and more deeply rooted with each passing day.Chiara had immersed herself with fierce determination in learning Italian. After her transformation, she realized that she could finally understand other languages and that the difficulty that was there before had vanished.What surprised me most was that I found her studying all night long with her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips repeating words and phrases, and then watching videos of shocking scenes from stories she loved. Books in Italian turned out to be her new source of entertainment.It was sweet for me, especially because it was Chiara's way of bridging the gap between our worlds and of embracing my culture, and she did it with a passion that moved me.For that and more I ador
AlessandroThe next day, the morning sun rose over the mansion, bringing with it a new day full of promise. It was the day we had waited for, the day that would seal our leadership and consolidate peace. Chiara and I were ready.Together, we made our way to the heart of the pack, where the elders and leaders of the allied packs of Europe awaited us. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation but also with deep reverence. The events of the past few months had transformed Chiara, revealing not only the White Moon but also a leader with unmatched wisdom and strength.In front of the council, we spoke our oaths. I swore to protect every wolf, to keep the peace, and to defend our species with my life. Chiara, my moon, my mate, swore to lead with compassion and justice and to use her power for the good of all.At that moment, before the eyes of all, we assumed the power of the werewolf council in Italy. It was not just a title; it was the recognition of our victory, of our union, and of t
ChiaraMonths after the war, the mansion vibrated with renewed energy.Peace, once a distant dream, had taken deep root among us. The pack was thriving under Alessandro's leadership, and Luca had brought unprecedented stability to the 'Ndrangheta.It was such a calm time that I just smiled.Make the most of it and enjoy, said my she-wolf, Selene.One sunny afternoon, I found Loreta in the garden, sitting among the flowers, her face illuminated by the sunlight. She was no longer the frightened and wounded woman we had rescued. Her eyes shone with a new strength, and her laughter, once rare, now resounded frequently.I sat down beside her, and she turned, her smile warm."Chiara," she said, her voice full of gratitude."Loreta," I replied, my heart swelling with pride. "You have evolved so much. You are incredibly strong."She nodded, her gaze distant for a moment."Yes. It's been a long road. But thanks to you, to Alessandro, to Luca...to everyone. I feel safe. I feel alive again." She
AlessandroDays turned into weeks, and time, while not erasing the scars, turned them into marks of strength. The victory against Lorenzo and Dante had left deep wounds, but it had also consolidated our pack.Under my leadership and with Chiara at my side, reorganization was relentless but necessary.Every aspect of pack life was overhauled.Defenses were strengthened, territories were secured, and hierarchies were re-established with a transparency that had not existed before. Trust, so damaged by betrayal, began to flourish again, cemented by spilled blood and shared victory. Families who had suffered were cared for, orphans were taken in, and the sense of community became stronger than ever.In parallel, Cosa Nostra had a new beginning, and the 'Ndrangheta, the mafia network that Lorenzo had controlled with an iron fist, also began to operate under a new order. The elimination of their leader had left a vacuum, and Luca's firm hand, acting in conjunction with my influence as Alfa,