LOGIN*Hazel*
Hazel stood at the top, in front of all the pack members, the pack elder and council, along with Beta Shane.
“Here is Miss Hazel from the Red Scarred Pack. She is being sent as an allegiance and will be joining our pack officially tonight,” the pack elder announced. His eyes shifted to a very nervous Hazel as he asked, “Do you have any objections, my lady?”
Hazel stepped forward slightly, her voice steady despite the nerves swirling inside her. “Not at all,” she said softly.
The elder cut her palm with a dagger, making her face twitch slightly as her blood dripped into the ancestral vessel. “As no special position holds for Miss Hazel currently, she is now part of the pack royal maidens,” he declared.
Murmurs spread across the crowd; no one expected a mediator to be inducted as a palace maiden. “Does anyone here have an objection? Before you raise your hand, please remember—this is the Alpha’s order,” the elder continued, his words immediately restoring decorum.
“I believe everyone here is satisfied. We shall continue with the process,” he concluded.
Hazel was then provided with the palace badge and the livery of the palace maiden. She expressed her gratitude and swore her loyalty to the pack. The members welcomed her wholeheartedly, though some whispered that her beauty and important position might sway the Royals more than they should.
*Orion*
I spent a few days traveling to the Queen of Witches, determined to understand why she couldn’t discern Hazel as my mate.
“Look who’s here! An Alpha King!” she exclaimed, laughing hysterically. I wasn’t amused. Everyone knew Imogen.
“You want to know why your mate is wolfless?” she asked, already aware of why I had come.
“Since you already know, kindly provide an answer. I do not have time to waste,” I said, keeping my wolf in check.
“You have to mate with her and mark her. That will trigger her wolf and make her acknowledge your presence as her fated mate,” she replied, walking back to her seat.
“Okay, thank you. I owe you one now,” I said, knowing Imogen never does anything for free.
“Consider it a payback agreement between your mother and me,” she said, her voice cooling. I glanced at her one last time before leaving her coven.
Imogen has always been a close friend to my mother. They grew up together, and sometimes she would spend days here whenever she had a fallout with my father. We always assumed her daughter and I would be a perfect match, but life had other plans—we are not fated. Hazel later found her place in my pack, while Imogen’s daughter found her mate: the Blue Moon Alpha, her mother’s greatest enemy, who had destroyed her grandmother’s coven in the past. Despite that, they had no choice but to forgive each other, as they couldn’t keep them apart.
Today is Hazel’s ritual party. She would officially join my pack, and soon, her coronation would follow. I could smell and sense her presence in the mindlink, indicating her blood had now mixed with the pack generally. I ordered her to be part of the palace maidens because I didn’t want her to be maltreated or treated like a regular mediator. The packhouse does not condone such treatment, and anyone caught attempting it would be dealt with brutally—Shane ensured that.
I have to enter the palace and actually live there for the moment, something I haven’t done in ages. Hazel needs to be close to me because I haven’t marked or mated with her yet, and being apart would weaken my powers.
I changed my shirt and pants, took a bath, and dressed in fresh clothes. Mounting my horse, I gave my house one last look before riding toward the pack.
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







