LOGINAria’s POV
Friday arrived with the quiet kind of weight that settled on my shoulders the moment I stepped into my office.
The Silver Moon headquarters hummed with its usual efficiency, clerks moving briskly down the hallways, guards stationed at every corner, the faint echo of conversations behind closed doors, but inside my office, there was a different atmosphere entirely. Anticipation. Decision. Responsibility.
Interview day.
I stood by the tall windows for a moment, looking out at the city beyond the Federation grounds, grounding myself before turning back to the mountain of neatly arranged folders on my desk. Each one bore a name, a resume, a history. People who wanted to work directly under the Luna of t
The morning sun rose gently over the newly completed Star Plaza, sunlight cast over glass, greenery, and flowing open corridors. Four months had passed since Aria gave birth, and in that short span of time, her world had transformed in ways she once only dared to dream of.The wide entrance road, newly paved, lined with young trees and flowering shrubs, was already bustling with life.When Mason’s black SUV pulled up to the main entrance, the energy shifted instantly.Julian and Kendra were already on standby, coordinating security and media placement with calm authority. Enforcers subtly formed a perimeter, not intrusive, but protective, while reporters adjusted their cameras, excitement buzzing through the air.Th
The hotel garden erupted into controlled chaos the moment Aria spoke the words.“Oops… My water broke...”For half a second, the world seemed to freeze, confetti still drifting through the air, blue streamers swaying gently from the ceiling, laughter suspended mid-breath.Then everything exploded at once.“Oh my God!”“Is this real?”“Call the hospital!”“Move, move!”Before anyone could even form a coherent plan,
The land stretched wide beneath the morning sun, a promise made tangible.Rolling hills framed the horizon, still bearing the marks of construction in progress, fresh soil, scaffolding in the distance, cranes paused like watchful sentinels. The air smelled of earth and new beginnings, of something being built not just in steel and stone, but in intention.It was the day Aria had been waiting for.Months of planning, negotiations, council meetings, sleepless nights, and quiet hope had led to this moment, the ocular inspection of the commercial space she bought from the five neighboring packs. A place meant to bridge territories. A place meant to soften borders and to bring peace to all the packs in the Federation.A
The courtroom did not erupt all at once.It fractured.The instant the judge’s gavel struck for the final time, the carefully maintained illusion of order shattered like glass under pressure.“Defendants will rise.”The metallic scrape of chairs echoed as officers moved in swiftly, efficiently—too efficiently for people who still believed mercy might be begged into existence.Stella Riggs screamed.“No… NO!” Her voice tore through the room, raw and hysterical. “Don’t touch me! Get your hands off me!”
The Supreme Court building loomed like an ancient sentinel under the gray morning sky. Located in the city center of Silver Moon Territory, it was ignored by a lot until today… Its stone facade was crowded with people who had no intention of missing what history would later label ‘The Case of the Century’.Six months had passed since the night everything imploded, since truth had clawed its way out of darkness, and now the world waited for judgment.Mason Larkin’s black SUV rolled to a smooth stop at the front steps exactly thirty minutes before the session was scheduled to begin.The moment the engine cut off, the crowd outside erupted.Flashes burst like lightning. Cameras whirred. V
Aria’s POVThe dinner had barely begun when I realized my cheeks were already sore, from smiling too much, from laughing too freely, from crying happy tears I hadn’t even tried to hide.Long tables were filled with food, the kind that tasted like home no matter who cooked it. Plates were passed around, glasses clinked, Nina hopped from seat to seat because she “needed to sit with everyone at least once,” and music hummed softly in the background, waiting for the right moment to take over the night again.I was in the middle of listening to Hailey animatedly retell some embarrassing childhood story about Daxton when my Mom gently tapped her glass with a spoon.The sound was soft, but it carrie







