LOGINADELINE
Ever since I locked myself in my room, Debra has been feeding me daily, three square meals and sometimes serving me 10AM and 4PM tea and snacks. Sometimes I send her away but she insists that I should take the food so as not to infuriate Alpha Wayne. Since Debra is like a mother to me, I just allow her in, tell her to place the food on the table and leave, promising her to eat it as soon as I can. Debra has been trying to talk to me and encourage me to step out of my room but her pleas always fall on deaf ears. I've already shared my predicament with her, since the beginning when I met Jaxon with the girl, his rejection to me, up till when I tried to escape and then finding Jaxon with a girl in his room, angrily rejecting him and all that. I make sure to keep her on toes about everything that happened since Jaxon rejected me. So far, she has been so supportive of me and I'll always see her as my mom, always. This is the third day since I locked myself inside this room and I'm already missing the outside world. I've been watching the Pack members as they go on with their activities through my window and I've already started envying them. I wish I was out there, going on with my usual activities, I'm sure that will help me get rid of all this stress! This morning, Debra brought me breakfast and I ate everything, something that made her happy for seeing me eating without being pushed or persuaded. Deep inside, I had a feeling that something good would happen. I wasn't far from the truth! After breakfast, I take a long shower and then dress up, ready for the day. I'm tired of locking myself in here and I've made up my mind to go and resume my duties as a Pack House maid. However, I don't get out of my room immediately. Instead, I lie on the couch scrolling through my smartphone which I only get to use at night. I don't have any social media account therefore I decide to get out of my shell and open a F******k account as well as an I*******m account. That process takes almost an hour or two and before I know it, it's already ten in the morning. I sit up on the couch and stretch myself then keep my phone away. I'm now ready to go out there and make something out of my life. One thing about Alpha Waylon is that he has provided a bit of luxury to his domestic workers and he has ensured that our quarters have comfortable living conditions, that's why I have a comfortable bed, a leather couch and a walk-in closet. I also have a bathroom inside my room, just like other workers' rooms. I close the door to my room behind me upon exit and head towards the Pack House's living room so as to go to the kitchen to join Debra and the rest. The Pack House living room is already in view and something catches my attention; some sweet aroma coming from the living room. It's kind of a scent, a masculine vanilla cologne like scent, lilies and wild roses mixed with coffee and cardamom. It's a wild range of scents and I'm already confused wondering what Debra is preparing that smells so good! I'm about to call out Debra's name when I spot Alpha Waylon seated on the couch holding his laptop. Upon closer scrutiny, he's no longer working on it, instead he looks up and our eyes meet. That's when I realize that the scent is coming from him. It's so strong such that I feel like running to him and hug him, only to inhale the mixture of scents. Wait a minute! Alpha Waylon has just dropped his laptop on the couch and he's now walking towards me, smelling all sweet and intoxicating. Something pulls me towards him like a magnet, and before I realize it, the word 'mate' rolls out of my tongue as if it's the only existing word in my mind. It feels so good calling him that... as if I've been practicing it all my life. Wait a moment.... Is Alpha Waylon my mate? My second chance mate for that matter? Oh goodness! So my mother, the moon goddess was right after all? So it wasn't just but a mere dream and that she meant her words? Everything that she said to me in that vision sort of a dream wasn't just bluff? "Mate." The Alpha reciprocates as he walks towards me. I'm also walking towards him, smiling sheepishly, excitement plastered all over my face. My dreams have finally turned into reality. We suddenly embrace each other, both of us getting lost into our own little world. Clapping, shouts and congratulations messages are heard,all coming from the kitchen door and upon taking a glance, I spot Debra and some Pack House staff standing there. I'm also surprised to see Pamela among them. I suddenly wonder what she's doing there yet she's now the Top Warrior's son's mate. As I contemplate on everything, Alpha Waylon Hunter claims me as his mate and without wasting time, I claim him back, accepting him with all that I have and from the bottom of my heart! More shouts, clapping and congratulations are heard from the Pack house staff but all I do is sob and sob as the Alpha carries me bridal style to the couch. I lean on his chest and cry my lungs out. I sit on the alpha's lap as I continue sobbing and thanking mother goddess for fulfilling her promise towards me. I thank her for giving me a second chance mate, something I don't take for granted. I thank the Alpha for not rejecting me and he assures me of his love, care and protection always. Both of us are happy for being given another chance in life, having met and claimed each other as second chance mates! Debra and the rest won't stop congratulating us. They all speak great things in our lives and all of them genuinely bless our union. Debra brings a tray with a bowl full of popcorn for us and I immediately get off the alpha's laps and stand on my feet. I hug her and then go ahead to hug the other girls who are standing nearby, seemingly happy for us. I'm so excited! Alpha Waylon Hunter thanks Debra for the popcorn then calls me to join him and have our first meal together. Even though it's not a meal on its own but just a snack, I willingly walk back to the couch, donning a broad smile. He calls me "baby" and to say I'm excited is an understatement... I'm extremely happy, beyond measure! I'm about to sit on the couch but the Alpha pulls me, making me sit on his lap and immediately I settle on his lap, I hear someone talking from the stairs. "Baby?" Jaxon exclaims, making us to focus our attention on him. "Jaxon?" His father calls out. "I'm glad you've finally stepped out of your room and decided to go out there and be useful!" He adds. "Dad, why are you calling her baby and why is she on your laps?" Jaxon asks, seemingly confused and eager at the same time. One look at Jaxon and I can't help but pity him for looking so disheveled and rough. He seems to have aged a bit and I'm surprised to hear that he has been locked in his room, just like myself. He looks.... different! "Well," Alpha Waylon clears his throat. "If you must know, Adeline here is my mate and we've just discovered that and we've already claimed each other as mates!" His father explains. "What?" Jaxon exclaims. "This can't be!" He adds then turns, running back upstairs to his room.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







