تسجيل الدخول⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Later that night, I made my way down the quiet corridor toward Lucia’s bedroom, fully aware that my little girl wouldn’t be anywhere near sleep. She was likely lying awake, frantically hoping that Zayn would grant her permission to leave with her Nana. And I was about to give her the best surprise of her life. Yet despite the smile tugging at my lips, a small knot of unease tightened in my stomach. We had agreed this was the right decision, but knowing she would soon be miles away from me made my heart ache in ways I wasn’t ready to admit. I paused outside her door for a moment, taking a slow breath to steady myself. I had promised myself I wouldn’t let my emotions show tonight, but the thought of my little girl leaving the safety of our home made that promise harder to keep. I gently turned the handle and pushed open her door. A soft silver beam of moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her body lying on the bed — her wide, bright blue e
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The annual peace dinner finally drew to a close, and we retreated to the sanctuary of our bedroom. Zayn sat on the bed, his broad shoulders tense. I stepped over and sat down beside him, fully aware of the storm brewing on both of our tongues. “Zayn, please, just hear me out...” I began softly, placing a hand on his knee. He turned his dark gaze to me. “You’re in support of Lucia leaving with Nana, aren’t you?” “Zayn, she is your grandmother,” I reasoned. “I know who she is!” he replied, his voice a low, conflicted rumble. “I’m not saying I don’t trust her. Since her arrival, she has helped us uncover ancient secrets, resolve and give solutions, and understand the true power of our bloodline—” “Which is exactly why Lucia needs this!” I interrupted softly. “To reach her full potential, we have to let her go with Nana.” Zayn frowned, shaking his head. “Why can’t Nana just stay right here in the pack house and train her?” “Because our pack house is a
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “What?” I blurted out, completely taken aback. What does she mean, she’s leaving? “I know this comes as a shock,” Nana said smoothly, resting her hands on the white tablecloth. “But I have stayed long enough to see peace restored. My purpose here is fulfilled, and it is time for me to return to my own roots.” My heart tightened at her words. Nana’s eyes settled on Lucia, and for the briefest moment, something unreadable flickered across her face. “No!” Lucia gasped, her fork clattering onto her plate. “No, you can’t leave, Nana! What’s wrong with staying right here with... with your family?” Nana offered her a patient smile, her wise eyes softening. “Nothing is wrong, my sweet child. I simply know that my time here has come to an end. The mountains are calling me home, back to the sacred groves where my roots truly lie, and I must answer.” “Well... then if you are leaving, I am coming with you!” Lucia declared passionately, standing up in her se
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Months faded into years, and the wounds that had once torn our pack apart slowly began to heal. Old grudges were replaced by trust, broken relationships mended, and the people who had once stood divided gradually became one family. With each passing year, we grew stronger, wiser, and more united than ever. Under Zayn’s steadfast leadership and my steady guidance as Luna, the Quadfang pack flourished into a dominant power — its borders impenetrable, its people prosperous, and its former divisions entirely erased. The days of suspicion and resentment had become nothing more than distant memories. Children who had once grown up hearing stories of division now played together without knowing what it meant to hate another pack member. Even the elders, once so quick to hold on to old grudges, had finally learned to let them go. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, peace didn’t feel temporary. It felt like home. To honor our unity, we established
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ My heart practically lurched into my stomach the second my eyes met his dark, intense gaze. After everything we had been through, I should have felt afraid, yet there was something about the way he looked at me that made the last remnants of that fear melt away. How could my heart ever truly fall when it was already resting safely in his hands? “What... are you scared?” he asked, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “No, I just panicked for a second...” He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide off his broad shoulders before slowly taking off the rest of his clothes. “And what’s the difference?” A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I unabashedly drank in the sight of him. Golden skin stretched over sculpted muscle, his powerful frame both intimidating and breathtaking. My Alpha. My husband. Mine. For so long, I had been afraid that happiness was something temporary — that the moment I allowed myself to believe in it, the universe would find
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The war had reshaped our world in ways I was still trying to comprehend. It had brough peace to our borders, but the scars left in its wake ran deep. The peace we had fought so desperately to achieve had come at a heavy, bitter cost. Too many lives had been lost, too many families left mourning, and too many wounds — both physical and emotional — would take years to heal. I could still remember the solemn silence of the burial grounds, the rows of fresh earth stretching before me, each stone bearing the name of someone who had fought to protect our sanctuary. We had won the war. But victory had never felt so much like loss. Among the fallen was Rhoda. Even after her betrayal, a hollow ache lingered in my chest. In the small, quiet moments of the day, I would instinctively open my mouth to call her name, only for the cruel reality to crash down again: she was gone, never to return. I made sure she received a proper, honorable farewell alongside the
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅“Blair, why won't you just talk to me?” Zayn asked, his footsteps following closely behind me as we slammed the double doors to our bedroom shut.“Because I don't want to talk to you right now, Zayn,” I said, not even turning around to look at him.“Why?” he pressed.“Rea
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The maid escorted me to a guest room to change out of my soaked clothes. They provided a red silk dress with thin spaghetti straps; it was short, ending only an inch past my knees. I was grateful for the jacket and boots I’d worn earlier. I pulled the jacket tight, mak
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ A few hours later, I found myself standing at the entrance of the hotel bar. I took a deep breath and shrugged off my coat, revealing the black lace dress. It was short—dangerously short—clinging to my thighs and leaving my skin exposed to the cool air. At first, I fe
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “She’s a bit… frigid, isn’t she?” I froze, my hand hovering inches from the handle of the VIP suite door. I had travelled for hours in secret, desperate… to surprise Nolan during the Alpha training he’d been away for these past three months. I had imagined his face li







