LOGIN*Hazel*
It was already late at night.
Mira prepared my bath while Bella arranged my meal on the small table near the window. The soft glow of lantern light filled the room, casting warm shadows on the walls. I could not help but smile as Mira continued to talk, sharing stories about her childhood, her siblings, and the simple joys of her life. She was so lucky — a full family, laughter, warmth. Bella, on the other hand, remained mostly quiet, though she occasionally chuckled at Mira’s jokes, her lips twitching in quiet amusement.
Their energy lifted something inside me that had been buried for far too long. Their loyalty and kindness gave me confidence I thought I had lost.
“My lady should sleep now,” Bella said gently when the night had deepened. “It is getting late. We will return to our quarters. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to call.”
“You girls can sleep here with me,” I suggested quickly. “The bed is large enough for all of us. I do not wish to be alone tonight.”
Mira smiled sadly. “The rules do not allow that, my lady.”
“Then I wish you both a wonderful night,” I said softly. “Thank you for keeping me company.”
They bowed and left after switching off the lights, the door closing quietly behind them.
The silence pressed around me.
I could not stop staring at the window. Ever since arriving in this pack, something inside me had felt wrong — or perhaps too right. A strange pull tugged at me, invisible yet powerful. I inhaled slowly, catching the faintest trace of a musky male scent in the air. It did not belong to anyone I recognized, yet it stirred something deep in my chest. My feet carried me from the bed before my mind could stop them. I lit the lamp again and stepped outside, following the trail of that scent as if guided by something beyond reason. The hallway was quiet, the air thick with night. I turned down a corridor, my heart pounding.
Then I saw him.
He stood in the shadows, tall, still, his presence commanding without effort. Our eyes met.
My breath hitched.
Is he the one?
Do we know each other from before?
Questions flooded my mind, but no answers came. The pull was overwhelming, yet fear held me in place. I turned away and returned to my room, shutting the door behind me. I crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over my head, trying to chase him from my thoughts — but my heart refused to listen.
ORION
Ray would not be silenced.
My wolf paced inside me relentlessly, demanding I follow the call. The closer I moved toward her, the calmer he became, as though only her presence could bring him peace.
There was something unusual about her.
I could not fully sense her wolf. The scent was faint, distant — like a whisper on the wind. It unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.
I saw her walking toward me down the corridor, her steps slow and uncertain. She was searching, just as I was. When she suddenly lifted her gaze and found me standing there, her eyes widened before she turned and retreated. I watched her go, knowing she could not escape the bond.
Sooner or later, she would acknowledge it.
When the halls had fallen silent, I entered her room quietly. Moonlight spilled across the bed, illuminating her face. She looked peaceful in sleep, vulnerable in a way that made my chest tighten.
I moved closer, brushing my fingers gently against her hair.
“My baby,” I whispered.
I placed a tender kiss on her lips, then another on her forehead, tucking the blanket around her shoulders before lying beside her. Her scent wrapped around me, calming every storm within.
Her eyes, when awake, always carried a quiet sorrow. I reached into her mind and saw the truth — her parents’ exile, her lonely childhood, the pain she carried without complaint.
She deserved so much more.
I withdrew carefully and mind-linked Shane.
Begin the search. Find everything about Hazel’s parents. Bring them back.
It will be done, Alpha.
I looked down at her sleeping face.
“You are not alone anymore,” I murmured.
For the first time in years, I felt hope.
The final chapter The pack celebration lasted for three days. From the moment the news of the Alpha heir spread, wolves from distant territories arrived — some on horseback, some in royal convoys, some by foot, each bringing gifts, blessings, and promises of loyalty to the newborn prince of the pack. The palace courtyard was transformed into a sea of lanterns and silver banners, the moon symbol glowing everywhere. Hazel stood beside Orion at the entrance of the hall, Rowan resting in her arms, wrapped in the white blanket her mother had woven for him. The cheers of the pack rose like thunder. Then Hazel saw them. Adrian and Mira stepped forward from the crowd, a little girl standing between them, her tiny hand clutched in Mira’s gown. The child’s dark curls bounced as she looked around with wide curious eyes. “Mira…” Hazel whispered. They met halfway, Hazel handing Rowan carefully to her mother before pulling Mira into a warm embrace. “I missed you,” Hazel said. Mira smiled
*Hazel* I lay on the hospital bed feeling both weak and strangely strengthened, as if something inside me had shifted forever. “Congratulations to us,” Ayla’s voice echoed inside my mind. I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for her games. “You shouldn’t mess with my mental health, Ayla. You weren’t there when that servant was trying to hurt me.” She laughed softly. “Exactly. I wanted you to face her yourself. And be careful, Hazel — our baby boy is still fragile.” I froze. “Baby… boy?” I whispered. “Ayla, don’t joke about this.” But she was already fading away. “You’ll see,” she said, leaving me with a racing heart and too many thoughts. Moments later, Orion walked in with a smile so wide it looked like he had just conquered the world. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Congratulations to us,” he said again. My eyes widened. “You too?” He laughed. “The doctor told me. We’re having a baby.” The room felt like it was glowing. I wrapped my arms around him, laughing and cry
*Hazel* Life had been good for a while. I had grown closer to Ayla, learning to control myself and protect my emotions. I had become stronger and more powerful. I often wondered if being Luna was truly worth it, especially when my personal life felt overwhelming. But I soon realized that without stability in my own life, I could never properly lead the pack as its Luna. So I became more consistent — checking on the servants, attending to their needs, visiting the pack’s children at their schools, and taking part in pack activities. It was exhausting at first, but I eventually found it enjoyable and always looked forward to it. Sometimes I even accompanied my mother when she delivered her handmade gifts and artwork. Today had been especially busy, and my body felt unusually weak. I decided to return early. I mindlinked Bella and Frost — the new servant who had replaced Mira. She had passed the final test and earned her position. While Bella arranged my room, I asked Frost to escor
*Orion* We hid within the bushes until night fell, waiting for the right moment to strike. This was the final mission — to eliminate their packhouse. They had become a plague to the surrounding packs: attacking borders, killing hunters, and committing unforgivable crimes against innocent wolves, especially young females. Many had tried to track them, but they were clever, hiding near the desert where no pack dared to remain for long. Tonight, it ended. When the moon stood high, I ignited the paper in my hand and sent it drifting toward the roof of the packhouse, channeling my power into the flame. The fire spread swiftly. The night glowed with heat and light as the structure was swallowed whole. *Hazel* We stood together and watched. Watched the home of monsters collapse into ash. Watched years of fear burn away. Watched justice take its final breath. No rogue pack remained. My heart was heavy — but for the first time since my father’s death, it was steady. Jus
*Hazel* The decision was made before the sun reached its peak. We would return to the desert. The desert that had swallowed my parents’ hope. The desert that hid the rogues from every pack. The desert that would now expose their sins. My mother stood beside me as we prepared. She was quiet, but there was a fire in her eyes I had never seen before. Not grief. Not fear. Resolve. “They always passed through the southern ridge,” she finally said. Orion lifted his head. “You’re certain?” “Yes. If I saw the one who killed my husband. I would recognize him anywhere.” My chest tightened. The wound in my heart reopened — but this time, it bled purpose. We rode before nightfall. The desert air was heavy and cruel, but we pushed on. Wolves shifted when needed. The sand cut at our legs, the wind clawed at our faces, yet none of us slowed. We followed the route my mother remembered. Every turn… every ridge… until at last— “There,” she whispered. Her hand trembled as she poin
*Hazel* I woke up the next morning feeling the warmth of Orion beside me. The sunlight streamed faintly through the curtains, and I could hear the soft breathing of his wolf echoing in my mind. I stretched languidly, smiling at the scent of him filling the room. My legs were still sore from yesterday, but my body craved him again. “Morning, my lady,” he murmured, nudging me with his nose playfully. I giggled and pounced on him, tangling my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. He growled low in his throat, rolling us both onto the bed. My hands roamed his body while his hands kneaded mine, the heat building quickly. After several stolen kisses and soft moans, we finally disentangled, laughing breathlessly. I slipped into the bathroom, my body aching but yearning for normalcy. The water cascaded over me, washing away yesterday’s tension. Orion was nowhere near silent either, teasing me through the steam, catching my attention with glances and fleeting touches. I dressed in a sim





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