Mag-log inEven with the veil covering her face, Zephyr could still make out the outline of her features through the delicate fabric. That faint glimpse alone was enough to steal his breath.His mouth went dry. His heartbeat pounded so loudly that he could hear it in his ears, and his hands refused to stop trembling. He had imagined this day countless times, replaying it in his mind through lonely nights and quiet mornings, yet none of those dreams had prepared him for the sight before him.She was even more beautiful than anything he had imagined.As Samantha slowly walked toward him, he caught the gentle curve of her smile beneath the veil. It was warm, peaceful, and filled with the same happiness shining inside his own heart.Every instinct urged him to move.He wanted to cross the distance between them.He wanted to forget the ceremony altogether, sweep her into his arms, and hold her until the rest of the world disappeared.A soft cough beside him snapped him back to reality.Darren cleared
SamanthaBy the very next morning, the Luna Light Foundation had become the talk of the country. Donations poured in from well-known figures, businesses, and ordinary people alike. Social media was filled with messages of support, stories from survivors, and countless posts encouraging women to seek help.The foundation’s staff soon reported that the phone lines had barely stopped ringing. Call after call came in from women asking for advice, shelter, or simply someone willing to listen.Not every woman who reached out would be ready to leave her abuser for good. Samantha understood that better than anyone. Some would return because fear could be stronger than hope in the beginning. Even so, making that first phone call meant something. It meant they had taken the first step. With enough support and enough time, many of them would eventually see the truth for themselves, that the people hurting them were never powerful. They were simply cruel people who hid behind fear.“It’s going to
Third Person POV The shouting refused to die down. Photographers called Samantha’s name from every direction, pleading for one more picture, one more smile, terrified that if they looked away for even a second, they would miss the biggest story of the year. She could no longer hold back the smile spreading across her face. It was bright, genuine, and completely free, carrying none of the fear that had once followed her everywhere she went. She looked toward the sea of cameras and spoke in a clear, steady voice. “We will get married tomorrow.” The entire red carpet erupted. “What?!” “Tomorrow?!” “You’re serious?!” “Samantha, is this really happening?!” Flashes exploded like lightning across the venue. Reporters surged forward, microphones stretched toward the couple as questions poured out from every direction. The excitement became so intense that security had to step in to keep the crowd from rushing the stage. Samantha simply smiled, looking happier than ever. It felt as
Third Person POV The shouting refused to die down. Photographers called Samantha’s name from every direction, pleading for one more picture, one more smile, terrified that if they looked away for even a second, they would miss the biggest story of the year. She could no longer hold back the smile spreading across her face. It was bright, genuine, and completely free, carrying none of the fear that had once followed her everywhere she went. She looked toward the sea of cameras and spoke in a clear, steady voice. “We will get married tomorrow.” The entire red carpet erupted. “What?!” “Tomorrow?!” “You’re serious?!” “Samantha, is this really happening?!” Flashes exploded like lightning across the venue. Reporters surged forward, microphones stretched toward the couple as questions poured out from every direction. The excitement became so intense that security had to step in to keep the crowd from rushing the stage. Samantha simply smiled, looking happier than ever. It felt as
Samantha A soft laugh escaped Zephyr at my question. He rolled onto his side and pulled me closer until I was tucked comfortably against him, my head resting near his shoulder. His arms settled around me, warm and familiar.For a few moments, he didn’t say anything.I studied his face, and it didn’t take long to notice the look in his eyes.Guilt.Not sadness exactly, but guilt.“The cruise trip was supposed to be something fun, but…”“But what?” I interrupted immediately, frowning. Irritation slipped into my voice before I could stop it. “What do you mean, but?”I held his gaze, refusing to let him take responsibility for something that had never been his fault.“The cruise trip was fun,” I said firmly. “You made it fun. You made me happy.”My expression softened, but I meant every word.“The only reason everything went wrong was because of those jerks.”And it was true.For the first time in years, I no longer had to live in fear of Rowan suddenly appearing and destroying everythin
Samantha The trip back to Northbridge Port felt surreal after everything that had happened. I stood beside Zephyr as Elder Derick personally supervised Raymond and the remaining Blood Creek wolves being taken into custody. By the time we arrived, the docks were packed with Nocturnal Order hunters. Everywhere I looked, people were moving with purpose, securing prisoners and organizing the aftermath of the disaster.Raymond’s crimes stretched far beyond pack law. He had violated both supernatural and human laws, and Elder Derick made it clear that his punishment would not be decided lightly. He planned to work directly with government authorities to make sure every crime was investigated before a final sentence was handed down.“Don’t worry,” Elder Derick told Zephyr and me. His voice carried the calm confidence of someone who intended to see justice done. “Once this is over, he will never walk free again. In fact, the punishment waiting for him may outlast the natural lifespan of a we
Samantha After Zephyr finished speaking, Elder Derrick stayed silent for several long seconds. The quiet inside the office felt heavier now. Not hostile. Not tense. Just serious. The kind of silence that settled over a room when someone realized the situation in front of them was far uglier
Samantha I slowly lowered the documents into my lap, my chest tightening the more I understood how deep all of this really went. At first, I thought Raymond was just another corrupt politician. Greedy. Manipulative. The kind of man who cared more about power than people. But this? This was
Samantha I lowered my eyes, my fingers still tangled gently in Zephyr’s damp hair.For a while, neither of us spoke.The bathroom was filled with soft sounds. The quiet ripple of water. The faint hiss of steam curling through the air.But my thoughts were loud.Far too loud.Because suddenly, piec
Samantha Zephyr stood and opened the door. Immediately, Darren and Monica straightened awkwardly after getting caught spying. Both of them held shopping bags while trying very hard to look innocent. “You can come in,” Zephyr said flatly. “She said it’s okay.” Monica cleared her throat dramati







