LOGIN*Hazel*
I couldn’t control myself—my body wasn’t listening to me anymore. I knew it wasn’t right. I didn’t know him from anywhere; just because I was attracted to him didn’t mean I should allow him to touch me like this. And yet, I couldn’t stop the kiss. I responded with equal hunger, as if my body craved him as much as he craved me.
My thighs instinctively squeezed together, and I felt an ache spreading through my clit, a warmth that soaked my thong. My body betrayed me completely, betraying everything I had ever known about restraint and propriety. I was turned on in ways I had never experienced before. Even my first kiss with Adrian had not stirred anything close to this intensity. This kiss was consuming me, igniting a fire in every nerve of my body, leaving me weak and trembling.
I tried to fight it—tried to tell myself that I had to stop—but my lips still pressed against his, my body still arching toward his. I wanted him so badly it scared me, and yet there was something in the way he kissed me that made me feel safe, even as I lost myself in the sensation. Every touch, every sigh, every movement pulled me deeper, and I knew that, for once, my heart and desire were aligned in reckless abandon.
Finally, he released me, allowing me to breathe after what felt like an eternity. My chest heaved as I drew in air, my lips tingling from the lingering kiss. Seizing the opportunity, I shifted slightly away from him, forcing some distance between us. “I… I should get going…” I managed to say, my voice trembling, though every part of my body screamed the opposite. My pulse was still racing, and I could feel the aftershocks of our kiss pulsing through me like electricity.
*Orion*
I felt a pang of disappointment when I heard her words, but I understood completely. I knew it would take a lot for her to say something like that, especially considering the way her body had responded to me. She moved cautiously away, probably scared I might kiss her again, and I didn’t want to force her into anything she wasn’t ready for.
“I work in the palace,” I said, keeping my voice calm and steady. “I’m part of the personal guard of the Alpha King. My name is Thaddeus.” I felt a stab of guilt lying to her, but I couldn’t risk scaring her away. I needed her to feel safe, to feel comfortable around me before revealing the truth.
Her eyes widened slightly, the curiosity and caution mingling as she asked timidly, “But… how did you know me?”
I moved closer, careful not to invade her space too aggressively, careful not to tempt her lips again. “Beta Shane,” I muttered softly. My voice was low, almost a whisper, and I made sure every movement was measured, respectful. “I liked you the moment I set my eyes on you, when you first came to the palace. I… I didn’t have the courage to approach you then, so I seized this opportunity tonight.”
Even as I spoke, I felt the weight of the lie. I had to protect her, to make her feel safe. I wanted her to trust me, to be comfortable around me before I revealed everything—the truth about who I really was, the Alpha King she didn’t yet know she was destined for. It pained me to lie, but I knew it was necessary. Her comfort and trust mattered more than my immediate desires.
I watched her carefully, noting the way her body still trembled slightly, the way her eyes darted toward me, conflicted yet intrigued. Every heartbeat between us was loud and tense, the silence filled with unsaid words and unsated desire. And even though we were apart now, a careful distance maintained, I knew the pull between us had not diminished. It was still there, simmering, waiting for the right moment.
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







