Chloe's POV
It felt like a different world when I was standing in that hall. It seems like people here are happy and enjoying their lives to the fullest. It's true if I didn't come here, I would have missed the chance to distract my gloomy mind.My eyes scanned the room, people were laughing, playing, and drinking.Surrounded by all these pack members, I finally felt like I am back on this earth, not in another dimension where I felt only sadness and alone even though Lily was with me."This is cool," I say to Lily while looking at the food arranged for us.When there was no reply from Lily, I turned to her and found that she was looking somewhere else. All her attention was on that side.I turned my gaze to that direction where's looking, to find the handsome beta of the Dark Woods pack, Mark. He's staring at Lily with a small smile. I don't know what's happening here.I know who he is because, a week ago when I was searching for the library, he helped me to find it. He introduced himself as the beta of this pack and he seemed to be a nice guy."Chloe, I think I need to talk to him," Lily said, finally turning to face me. Her cheeks were colored pink and she looked excited."Why?""My wolf tells me to go, she's growling inside,"I smile. "Then you must go,""What about you? Maybe you should come with me, I can't leave alone here,""Oh, come on, Lily. I am not a small kid, I can manage on my own,"I send off my best friend with a big smile on her face. Once she was gone, I felt awkward to stand alone there. People are in groups and I am too awkward to mingle in one of those groups. I wish someone could strike up a conversation with me but people only glanced at me, they didn't look so interested in me. They must have sensed I am new here.I took a glass of champagne from the table and looked around the paintings that were covering the wall.I looked at Lily again, she was talking to Mark with a shy smile and the look on his face told me that he likes my best friend. Perhaps are they mates? I thought and smiled, feeling happy for Lily.When I raised my gaze to the fireplace opposite me, I saw a very handsome stranger standing next to the fireplace. He's alone and engrossed deep in his thoughts.I don't know why but I am so spooked by this stranger and I kept staring at him. His eyes were grey with a slight tint of blue which was dazzling in the illumination of the fire.He's tall, has broad shoulders and his firm muscles were covered in a black shirt tucked inside a pair of black trousers. A strand of his chin-length hair fell before his eyes and his fingers slid back as it disturbed his thoughts. His chiseled jawline and sharp nose complemented his attractiveness. He doesn't look like one among this crowd, he's different and something about him caught all my attention.I can't help but wonder why he's alone.He must have sensed my curious gaze, he stared straight into my eyes and I felt shameful to be caught like this.I quickly shifted my eyes to somewhere else and I don't know what to do. My legs were glued onto the floor and my cheeks were heated up by this sudden embarrassment. My heart raced and the tingling sensation on my stomach made me squirm.What the hell is happening to me?I know he's still looking at me and I have nowhere else to go. Oh, God! I should have stayed away from this side, I thought."Stop being shy, Chloe. You have to be happy that a handsome guy is looking at us,"I can't help but smile at that remark. Sometimes Jina makes me laugh at situations like this. Because of that, sometimes I look arrogant and most of the time I look like a fool.I glanced at the stranger to find whether he was considering me a fool or an ignorant person, I'm surprised to see a small smile on the corner of his lips."I know it, he must be thinking you're cute," Jina screamed."Cute? I look foolish," I muttered."Okay, foolishly cute," Jina says and I smiled again.I turned my gaze to Mark and Lily who were flirting and were even holding hands. I don't want that stranger to think that I am alone here."Who is he?" I ask Jina."I don't know, maybe we should call him Mr. Charming,"I chuckled but that's apt for him."I feel something strange," Jina says."What?""You should go and talk to him so that I can find that," she suggested."No way, I am so intimidated by that man," I refused and continued watching my best friend being happy.Mark suggested that they should go out and Lily pointing to me said something. Mark smiled, remembering me and I smiled back."God! He's my mate, Chloe," Lily said, coming to me."Yes, I can see that. Congratulations, I am so happy for you," I say and hug my friend."Thank you, I going out with him," Lily said."Sure, you should go," I cheered her up. I am happy that my friend found her mate, who's a powerful beta of this pack, she's so lucky. As they passed by, I could hear Mark's happy growl saying he thought he'd be single forever and never going to find his mate but he's tremendously happy now to find Lily.I waved my hand and Lily smiled in joy. I was happy after a long time even though nothing special happened in my life.After the love birds left the hall, I felt even more alone and so was Mr. Charming."It's time, you should go and talk to him," Jina kept saying that not realizing that isn't easy for me.I sat on one of the chairs, and he took a seat on an antique armchair near the fireplace.I again questioned why he's sitting here instead of joining one of these groups. He seemed distant from the others yet if someone passes by they smile and nod at him as if they know him very well.Is he a refugee like me or is he a loner in his pack?This is so new to me, glancing at a stranger and him, trying to entice me with his gaze."You're having a crush on him," Jina says."No," I snapped.Mr.Charming smiled at me as if he heard us. He got up from his seat, I thought he was going to leave and there's no way he's going to come here, is he?The less I expect, the more it occurs. Mr. Charming came to me with a smile."Hi," he reached out his hand."H-Hi," I took his strong hand with a smile. I don't know what else I should do. I stood up as my neck hurt to look up at him."My name is Marcus,""I am Chloe,""I know who you are,""How?" I ask."Because I am the one who offered you and your sister a place in my pack, and I invited you to this ball," he said. Lily and I said that we are sisters to the Beta who collected our information. We don't want to get separated, that's the reason Chloe asked Lily to maintain the lie to everyone but Lily said, 'It's not a lie, you're my sister, Chloe,'I came out of the thoughts and asked,"You?""I am the Alpha of Dark Woods Pack," he said with a smile.Now I understand why the aura around him is so powerful."Nice to meet you, Alpha," I said."Nice to meet you, Chloe. You look beautiful tonight," he complimented which no guy ever said. I bite my lower lip to control these feelings.That time, a man came to talk with Marcus, giving me a moment to compose myself.As I was taking shallow breaths, "Chloe, it's him. I think he's our mate," Jina said to me."No way," I muttered and glanced at Marcus to find him gazing at me. I think he knew it all along.The morning of the wedding broke with a soft golden glow bathing the pack lands. The air buzzed with excitement, as though even the trees were whispering about what the day would bring. Flowers bloomed brighter. The birds chirped louder. Everything felt more alive.Inside the bridal chambers, Reva stood silently before the full-length mirror, the soft swish of silk brushing her ankles. Her gown was unlike anything ever seen—moon-white, embroidered with ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the light, whispering secrets only witches knew. It hugged her delicate frame in elegance, her long dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, adorned with silver vines and soft gardenias.“Reva,” Chloe whispered from behind her, her voice filled with awe, “you look absolutely magical.”Beside her, Lily gasped and grinned, her hands gently clasping Reva’s. “You’re glowing. Viktor’s going to lose it the moment he sees you.”Reva turned to them, her eyes glassy with emotion. These were not
One month had passed since the war ended, and with it came a kind of peace that felt fragile, like porcelain—precious, beautiful, and still healing from cracks that ran deep beneath the surface.The Stormborn territory had begun to breathe again.The scent of blood had faded from the fields. The ruins of broken walls had been rebuilt stone by stone, not just by the pack’s hands—but by unlikely ones too. For not all of Daven’s wolves had been loyal to his cruelty. Some had fought because they were bound. Others had fled after his death, lost and leaderless.Marcus, Alpha of the Stormborns, had welcomed them.Not all at once, and not without caution—but with fairness. He’d seen the brokenness in their eyes, the way they looked not for power but for redemption. They came with lowered heads, torn armor, and a haunted stillness that Marcus knew well. So he made the decision that surprised many, but defined his rule:No more blood would be spilled for Daven’s sins.And so, slowly, the former
The battlefield was no longer a place of war—but a graveyard of silence.The blood had dried. The fires had died out. The screams of pain and the clash of steel were now only memories etched into the earth. What remained was the slow, aching quiet of survival.The rising sun bathed the Stormborn territory in a golden light that felt too warm, too gentle for all that had happened. Its rays crept over the broken walls, the torn flags, the smoldering remains of the enemy camp. And with it came the first breaths of peace.But peace did not come without cost.Marcus stood near the edge of the eastern field, overlooking the burial grounds where the pack had begun laying their fallen to rest. His eyes were hollow with exhaustion, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He hadn’t spoken much since the end of the battle. Not out of pain—but reverence. This was the part of leadership no one glorified. Not the fight. Not the power. The mourning.He watched as warriors carried bodies wrapped in c
Their blades met with a shriek of metal, the sound sharp enough to silence the battlefield—if only for a breath.Marcus pushed forward with his full strength, sparks flying as his sword crashed against Daven’s blackened steel. Muscles flexed, eyes locked, their feet digging trenches in the bloodstained earth beneath them.They broke apart, only to clash again a second later—steel against steel, fire against fire.This was no longer just a duel.It was a reckoning.The wind howled around them, lifting dirt and ash into the sky. Behind them, the battle still raged—cries of pain, growls of beasts, and the roar of spellfire—but Marcus heard none of it. The only sound that existed for him now was the steady drumbeat of his heart and the ringing echo of his enemy’s blade.Daven moved like a shadow—fast, controlled, merciless. His eyes glowed faintly, powered by blood magic still clinging to his veins. Every swing of his blade carried that darkness, and with it, a fury that had been festering
The sky was heavy with clouds, thick and unmoving, blanketing the land in a grim shade of gray. No sun broke through. No wind stirred the trees. Even the birds, once loud in the early dawn, had fallen silent.It was as if the world itself was holding its breath.And then—they heard it.The low rumble of hooves, the distant growl of beasts, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of marching footsteps pounding the earth.Daven’s army had arrived.From atop the fortress wall, Marcus stood like a sentinel, his dark cloak snapping in the breeze, his arms crossed over his chest. His golden eyes scanned the treeline beyond the western ridge where shadows moved—thousands of them.The first wave appeared slowly, emerging from the fog like nightmares given form. Rogues with snarling jaws and matted fur. Warlocks with skeletal markings burned into their skin. Beasts that had once been wolves, now corrupted by forbidden rituals—twisted, monstrous things that didn’t seem to feel pain or fear.And at the cente
For the first time in weeks, Viktor let his shoulders drop.The castle’s northern wing was quiet, untouched by the hum of war preparation. Here, lanterns glowed softly, casting golden halos across the stone walls and polished wooden floors. The chamber he shared with Reva was modest, tucked beneath the old tower, its windows arched and open to the night air.Reva sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out her dark hair, still damp from the bath. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed, her skin carrying the faint scent of pine and lavender. For all her power and ferocity in battle, in this moment she looked peaceful—like a moonlit enchantment breathing gently in the quiet.Viktor leaned in the doorway, arms folded, just watching her.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her like this—not preparing spells, not bleeding magic, not exhausted and on the verge of collapse. Just herself.“Beautiful,” he murmured, the word escaping like a breath he didn’t mean to speak aloud.Reva opened