ログインEven 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
We were all gathered in the living room, waiting for Darren to explain what he had found. The air felt tense, and the look on his face only made it worse. He seemed troubled, like he had come across something that didn’t make sense even to him.Maybe that was exactly what had happened."W
Samantha's POV What did Zephyr like to eat again? I thought as I ransacked my tired mind looking for clues. Oh, shrimp salad—I remembered now. My eyes lit up when I spotted the frozen shrimp and all the other ingredients I’d need to whip up a shrimp salad. A smile tugged at my lips. It wasn’t
Samantha's POV “No, Samantha! You’re right!” Monica suddenly grabbed my hand, her eyes wide with realization. “Drugs! Maybe this is all happening because of some kind of drug!” But the thought still didn’t fully add up. What kind of drug could possibly make a werewolf lose their healing ability?
Zephyr's POV That was strange. In the past, werewolves who lost their minds usually suffered from Lone Wolf Syndrome—a condition triggered by being severed from their pack. Werewolves thrived on connection, and losing their Alpha or being exiled could send them spiraling into madness. But ... t







