LOGINJonah’s POV
I absentmindedly sat in the comfort of my office, my hands balled up in a fist under my chin in deep thought.
It’s been five nights since the last time I saw her, and I’ve missed her terribly—the little antidote who could only cure me now, because my heart had been poisoned by her charms.
For a whole century long, I’ve been in search of my mate, and each time I was met with disappointment. Out of frustration and boredom, I had sent a letter of battle to that weak little pack. At least the satisfaction of victory would give me pleasure.
But who knew that my naughty threat was going to land me a jackpot when I was informed that there were intruders on our back borders?
I grinned mischievously at the thought of how I was going to torture them myself, but my plans were thwarted when that scent—the scent of we
Danika's pov Jonah had been so happy when he woke up; the plan to spend the whole day with him had added to that happiness. But now that happiness had been replaced by a certain worry — and an ache that someone might leave him. It wasn't like I had intended to hurt Jonah. Mila had asked to see my wolf, and I had agreed. Now it seemed my actions had upset Jonah. I didn't want to see him hurt, but I had to keep the promise I made to Mila — and at the same time pacify my big, grumpy mate. I lingered by Jonah's bedside, my hand resting gently on his. "Look, I'll be back soon, okay? Even before you know it," I murmured, searching his eyes for reassurance. Jonah's grip tightened momentarily before he released my hand, his face a mix of frustration and resignation. "Sure," he muttered, looking away. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. "I promise," I whispered, before stepping out of the room, leaving Jonah t
Jonah's pov Ever since I woke up, Danika's words kept replaying in my mind. As she confessed her feelings, I felt a powerful shift inside me. Her gratitude, her love — it all hit me hard. Her eyes, bright with unshed tears, held mine with such intensity that I was left breathless. The way she looked at me like I was her anchor made my chest tighten. I couldn't find my voice. Every attempt to speak was thwarted by the overwhelming surge of emotions her confession had stirred. Her words painted a picture of a love so fierce and unwavering that it took my breath away. Each sentence was a silent testament to the battles we had fought together, the moments of doubt and despair we had overcome. For once, I didn't have a witty comeback or a sarcastic remark — all I could do was hold her closer, hoping she felt the unspoken promise in my embrace. For once, I didn't have anything cle
Danika’s Pov “You never give up, do you?” I rolled my eyes at how silly he was right now, despite his condition. “Never. That’s not the way of a proud Lycan.” His smirk revealed sharp teeth, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. “I’ve done my part, Danika. Don’t go back on your words, so come here.” The command in his tone made my heart leap. He reclined with effortless grace, exuding an aura of authority, his gaze demanding my obedience. Without hesitation, I obliged, walking toward him and climbing onto the bed. “And maybe that’s exactly why I’m with you,” I said softly, nestling into his arms. “I need you to know something,” I added quietly. Taking a deep breath, I shuffled to find a comfortable position before facing him. “You’ve been my rock—my anchor in the storm. When I thought I couldn’t go on, it was your strength that kept me grounded. Your relentless spirit, your u
Danika’s Pov I sat down on Jonah’s hospital bed, feeling the full weight of my emotions after the meeting with Drake. I had anticipated it would be difficult, but the reality was far heavier than I had prepared for. Now, alone in the quiet room, waiting for Jonah, a wave of sadness and anger crashed over me — one emotion colliding into the next. The storm inside me was relentless. These weren’t sweet memories; they were painful. But even so, I told myself I shouldn’t be sad — not anymore. Drake had already taught me that even when the Moon Goddess herself bound two souls as mates, rejection could still happen. And if he could reject me so easily, why had I ever believed others wouldn’t do the same? Even my father — the one person I had once thought different — had betrayed me the moment I turned my back. Of course, a part of me still felt pity for them, for what had befallen them. But it wasn’t my place anymore to pick up those who had once broken me. I was in a new phase of my
Jonah’s Pov The last time someone—Jason—came to see her, she was captured. And now there was someone else asking for her. My eyes narrowed even more, and I gently pushed myself into a sitting position, even though my body screamed out in protest. “Who is it?” I inquired, my tone low and suspicious. “It’s… it’s Drake,” Shadow said hesitantly. “The Alpha of the Silver Tail Pack. He asked to see you, but I told him to leave. You weren’t awake, but he insisted on seeing Danika instead—since you weren’t around.” “Really?” I asked, my face scrunching up. “So if I were still unconscious, you would’ve allowed her to go and meet him?” I asked calmly, but deep down, jealousy started to gnaw at me. “Relax, Alpha. Nothing is going to happen to her. Besides, I’ll be there to watch them—” My gaze snapped toward him, sharp and chilling enough to freeze him mid-sentence. The silence that followed was thick and heavy. My look said everything—he was one word away from disaster. “Tell him to l
Jonah’s Pov The soft glow of the morning filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room. Blinking, I felt disoriented — my mind slowly piecing together the fragments of my consciousness. This wasn’t my room. The continuous beeping sound that filled the silence made me realize where I was — the hospital. I turned my head slightly, eyes scanning the room, searching for any sense of familiarity. And then I saw her — beside me, her head turned in my direction as she slept peacefully on the edge of the bed. Danika. The love of my life. Her face was serene, exhaustion etched into her delicate features. But even in her sleep, she radiated that quiet strength that had always drawn me to her. My heart swelled as I watched her, memories of the battle and the days leading up to it flooding back — the blood, the pain, and her defiance in the face of it all. I remembered how broken she had looked, her cheeks swollen, her body battered. The sight had nearly destroyed m







