LOGINADELINE
It's almost five in the evening and I'm yet to meet my mate. What's really happening to me? I can surely feel his presence but I'm yet to meet him. I just don't know what is happening to me! Exhausted to the core, I excuse myself and leave the other maids at the banquet hall serving the food and drinks while I head to the poolside to relax and cool off my mind. I can't imagine spending another night at this Pack House as a maid. On my way to the swimming pool, I'm humming to a tune, still wondering why I haven't met my mate. Before going any further, I spot several couples kissing and making out at different places at the field. I smile and swallow bitterly, still praying to meet my other half. However, my eyes land on one couple at the furthest end of the field who are kissing while their bodies are intact. I don't know what draws me to them but I find myself walking towards them as if pulled by a magnet. At this moment, my body has started reacting and I have a mixture of excitement and pain in my body. However, I don't stop walking and the moment I reach the spot where they're making out, I stamp my feet on the ground angrily. "Leave him alone you bitch, he's my mate!" I say without thinking twice. I don't even know who the guy is since he's facing the other side showing me his back. The girl isn't familiar and she seems to be from another Pack. "Babe, is she the Omega bitch you were telling me about?" The girl asks as she pushes a strand of stray hair from her face. "Yes babe, she's the one." The guy says while turning to face me. "Jaxon?" I ask in dire shock. "You- you're my mate?" I add, my voice already breaking. "Surprised, huh?" Jaxon asks while playing with his imaginary beards. "I've known this for a year now and-" "And why haven't you claimed me? Why—" "Me? Claim you? Goddess forbid!" Jaxon scoffs as he walks closer to me. "But you're my mate and mates claim each other!" I try to reason out with him. "Not in this case, Adeline!" He growls dangerously. His eyes have already turned red, an indication that his wolf is at the surface and is demanding to be let out. "A worthless Omega bitch like you shouldn't be mated to an alpha's son like me! I'm made for the throne but a bitch like you is for the gutters!" He scoffs bitterly. "But it's the work of the moon goddess and she's always right!" I try to reason out with him, hoping he'll change and grant me audience. "The moon goddess must have been drunk while pairing us, bitch!" The bitterness and bile in his voice is evident. "You're not thinking straight Jaxon," I say while walking towards him with an aim of holding his hands. "What has this girl given to you for you to deny the moon goddess in such manner? Watch your tongue unless you want to face intense consequences!" "Who are you to lecture me, bitch?" Jaxon asks while pushing me before I even get to him. The girl is just standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest while wearing a wicked smile. She must know so much about me! I reel backwards, almost falling but the goddess is with me since I just crouch instead of falling. Straightening myself up, I look Jaxon straight in the eye. My eyes are already tearing and my wolf is bitterly growling from inside. "Why do you hate me this much?" I ask him as bravely as I can. "Which wrong did I ever do to you?" I add, hoping to receive answers from him and eventually get closure. I just have done something bad to him to warrant all this hate and spite from him! "You- your whole existence pisses me off! I just hate you to the core Adeline!" "But-" "I Jaxon Chris Hunter reject you Adeline Careen Maxwell. I can't be your mate and you can't be mine! You can't claim me and I can't claim you! I hate you with all that I have and I forbid you to tell anyone that we were ever paired to be mates!" Jaxon says bitterly, grabbing me but the throat and almost struggling me. "Let me go Jaxon. I don't want trouble!" I say in tears, my whole body already tearing apart and burning with the heat of being rejected by an Alpha blood. Jaxon let's go of me and then pushes me backwards, this time round falling to the ground with my ass, hurting it badly. Without thinking twice, I help myself up and decide to leave in pain without rejecting him back. I gather enough strength and I run towards the Pack House while sobbing quietly. Everyone I meet on the way tries to stop me but I just keep on running until I get to the Pack House. I head straight to the maids' wing where our bedrooms are and I push the door to mine, letting myself in. I take a look at my already packed bag and I'm tempted to pick them and run away immediately but for fear of being seen by everyone, I lock my room and slump onto my bed, crying bitterly and also cursing Jaxon for rejecting me and causing so much pain in my body. First of all, I'm so shocked that Jaxon has turned out to be my mate after so much wait and he has just rejected me. Oh no! Not after all that fantasizing about a great mate and a caring one. Does it mean that I'm not moving out of this Pack House any time soon? Oh mother goddess, why did you do this to me? Why would you pair me with someone like Jaxon? I cry and cry, at the same time writhing on bed uncomfortably as I nurse the rejection pain. My heart is aching and hurting badly from the rejection. I'm really hurt and I just don't know what to do to ease the mad pain! Sleep takes over me due to exhaustion and excess pain, I suddenly find myself in dream land. I don't dream about anything in particular, only about demons and evil things, but at least the sleep has saved me from a lot of pain and thoughts. "Ade..... Ade... Adeline!" I hear someone calling me from outside the door. "What happened to you?" It's Pamela and she's outside my room. Since I've just been abruptly woken up from slumber land, I mumble inaudibly and fumble with the switch and upon switching the lights on, I slowly climb out of the bed. My whole body is numb from the pain and my eyes are red and puffy from crying. They hurt too much! "Pam," I call her as I unlock and open the door for her. "I slept off, is the party over?" I ask as I let her in. "Do you even know what time it is?" She asks while looking at me and then around my room, at my already packed bags and then back to me. "It's effing midnight and the party was supposed to go for the whole night till the morning!" She adds as she settles on the bed and pulls me to sit beside her. "You-" "You have been crying, haven't you?" She asks, cutting me short and pulling my face towards her, scrutinizing me closely. "I- something just got into my eyes." I lie effortlessly. "I wasn't born yesterday young lady!" Pamela scoffs and one would think she's older than me yet she just turned eighteen, just like I have. "I'm just tired Pam." "Which kind of tiredness makes one to cry her eyes out?" Pam asks while pulling me towards her and embracing me in a warm hug. "Look here dear, I know you weren't lucky to meet your mate but there's always a next time. You'll soon meet him and he will take you with him to his home and love you the way you deserve to be loved!" She assures me while rubbing my back lovingly. I wish she knew what I went through earlier in the hands of the one whom I could have trusted my whole life with! I almost tell her about Jaxon but I think against it since he warned me never to tell anyone that we had been paired by the moon goddess. "Have you met your mate, Pam?" I ask her, curiously getting the better part of me. Pam let's go of me and then sits straight on bed. "You wouldn't guess who my mate is!" She tells me while smiling broadly. For a moment, I envy her even before knowing her mate. "I can't guess Pam, just tell me who he is." I say impatiently. "Well, it's Tyrone the Top warrior's son!" She replies proudly. "What?" I ask in surprise. "The same boy who has been keeping all to himself and shying away from girls?" I'm truly shocked. "Yes dear, I was as shocked as you are but the moment we discovered each other, we claimed each other immediately. I've already taken him to meet my parents and I've also met his parents." "All this in one night?" I'm surprised to hear that. "Yes dear, we had to inform them before taking the step of moving in together." She explains and I just nod. "I'm so happy for you dear." I say to her. 'I just wish Jaxon didn't reject me, I'd have been as happy as Pamela!' I say inwardly, my eyes clouding with tears instantly. Pam gives me another hug after seeing my teary eyes. She consoles me and tells me some encouraging words but they just won't get to me. I'm just tired of this Pack House and I'm leaving immediately she exits that door! "Let's go to my room and help me pack my stuff. Tyrone is waiting for me outside to take me home." Pam says while pulling my hand to stand up. "Does the Alpha know?" I ask, finding reasons to stop her from going. "Yes, and I have his blessings." She says proudly. "Come, let's go." Pam pulls me out of my bedroom then leads me to her room. What Pamela doesn't know is that I'm deeply hurt. I'm really hurting from inside and I can't just open up to her about Jaxon for fear of the consequences. He severely warned me not to disclose us being paired to anyone, not even his father the Alpha!THIRD PERSON Years pass the way seasons do in West Ring. Quietly. Surely. The Pack does not stand still. It grows. The first joint winter gathering between West Ring and Green Moon becomes a tradition. Every year, at the first frost, the valley between the two territories fills with light, music, and the sound of voices that no longer speak in terms of us and them. Children born after the peace know nothing of the old divide. To them, the story of two Packs at war is something told around the fire, like the tale of the long winter or the great flood. Real, but distant. Jaxon and Lyra move through the Pack not as figures set apart, but as part of its rhythm. He trains the younger warriors with a patience he never thought he had. He shows them how to hold a stance, how to read the wind, how to know when to fight and when to stand down. His wolf walks beside him now, steady and sure, never again a stranger in his own skin. Lyra becomes the voice that bridges the old records
THIRD PERSONThe first snow comes late that year.Not at the gathering, not with the frost that dusted the valley, but days after—when the fires have dimmed and the last of the traders have returned home.It begins in the early hours of morning.Soft.Unannounced.By the time the sun rises, West Ring is covered in white.Lyra is the first to notice.She stands by the window, a shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders, watching as snow settles along the edges of the porch, the railings, the quiet path that leads down into the Pack.For a long moment, she says nothing.Then, softly—“Jaxon.”A low groan answers from the bed behind her.“It better be important,” he mutters, voice thick with sleep.“It’s snowing.”There’s a pause.Then the rustle of blankets.Another pause.“…It’s what?”He’s beside her in seconds.Barefoot. Half-awake. Hair a mess.But when he looks out the window, he stills.Snow stretches across the land like a fresh beginning. No tracks. No marks. Just white, untouc
LYRAThe Pack settles late.Voices fade into the night, the last embers of the fire dim to orange, and the field empties until only the sound of crickets and the slow breathing of sleeping wolves remain. Jaxon doesn’t say anything when he takes my hand. He doesn’t need to. His palm is warm, his thumb brushing slow circles against my knuckles, and that’s enough.We walk past the sleeping pups, past the guards who nod at us without stopping us, until the trees swallow us and the world narrows to just the path and the sound of our steps.The clearing comes into view. Ours. The place where my wolf first answered him. Moonlight filters through the leaves, silver across the grass. It catches in Jaxon’s hair, softens the sharp line of his jaw. He looks at me like I’m the only thing in it.“You’re quiet again,” I say.He steps closer. “Not this time.”His hand slides from mine to my waist, slow and deliberate. The heat of him bleeds through my clothes, and my breath catches before I can s
JAXONThe road to Green Moon feels different this time.No tension in my shoulders. No weight pressing behind my eyes. Just the steady rhythm of paws and boots on packed earth, and the quiet murmur of the team moving beside me.Gabriel leads, eyes sharp but calm. Prisca rides with us, her focus on the trees rather than her own thoughts for once. Lyra walks at my side, close enough that our arms brush every few steps.It’s been three weeks since the shard fell. Three weeks of no attacks, no wrongness at the edge of the territory. The Pack is breathing again.“First time you’ve been on this road without wanting to fight someone,” Gabriel says, glancing back.I smirk. “First time I’ve had a reason not to.”Lyra bumps my shoulder. “Don’t get used to it. You’re still impossible sometimes.”“Only around you.”She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.The northern trade route opens into a wide valley as we crest the last hill. Green Moon’s banners hang between the trees, and the sound of voices
ALPHA WAYLONTime has a way of softening even the sharpest memories. It doesn’t erase them. It reshapes them into something meaningful.I stand at the edge of the Pack grounds and watch the sun rise over West Ring. Gold spills across the land. Warm. Steady. Alive.This Pack has changed. Not in structure. Not in strength. In spirit.Where tension once lived, there is trust. Where silence once divided, there is unity. And at the center of it all is her.Adeline.My Luna. My equal. My strength.She stands a few steps ahead, speaking with a group of young warriors. Her posture is confident. Her voice is calm but firm. They listen, not out of obligation, but respect.She grew into this role without force or title. She chose it every day. And I find myself watching her more often than I realize. Not because I doubt her. Because I admire her.A soft sound breaks my thoughts.I turn.Our children run across the grass, laughter trailing behind them like music.Kael and Aria.Kael is faster, re
JAXONThe forest feels different today. Not quieter. Not louder. Aware.I move through it at a steady pace, boots pressing damp earth, lungs pulling crisp morning air. Every step feels intentional. Every breath earned.Training changed me. Not just my body. My mind.For weeks I rebuilt what I broke. Strength. Control. Discipline.But one thing stayed missing. My wolf.The silence where he used to be doesn’t hurt the same anymore. It’s still there, a hollow space I learned to live around.Or so I thought.I stop at the clearing. The same one where I first realized I’d lost him.I close my eyes. “I know you’re gone,” I murmur. The words don’t break me like they used to. They settle.“I don’t expect you back. I just needed to say that.”The wind shifts through the trees. Soft. Almost like a response.Then something stirs.I freeze. Not fear. Recognition. Deep. Primal.My heartbeat spikes. “…No way.”It’s faint. Almost imagined.Then it comes again. A presence. Not strong. Not loud. There







