LOGIN*Hazel*
I couldn’t believe my ears. I had just found out that Orion was not the Alpha King’s guard—he is the Alpha King. I had been deceived all this while. It turned out they were all the same.
“He might have had a reason for lying to us, Hazel…” my wolf, Ayla, wouldn’t stop defending him.
“There’s no excuse for dishonesty!” I yelled, lashing out at her.
I walked back to his quarters, feeling stupid. How could I not have noticed? How could an Alpha’s guard own chambers in the King’s wing of the palace? Mira wasn’t joking when she said I would fit as Luna. Beta Shane always being with him, escorting me out for him every night—none of that was coincidence. The servants and nobles always bowed whenever they saw him. These were not coincidences. They all hid it from me.
I twisted the knob and stepped inside his chamber, but he wasn’t there. I mindlinked him immediately, demanding to know where he was.
ORION
I could feel her anger through the bond. I knew exactly why—she felt used, betrayed, and heartbroken. I shouldn’t have hidden my identity from her. I only wanted to protect her, not scare her away.
I dismissed the meeting with my Beta. My nose caught her scent—she was coming. I braced myself, thinking of what to say, how to calm her down. We had just reconciled as mates for the Moon’s sake.
Her scent grew stronger until the door finally opened. She stormed in, anger blazing in her eyes—though she still looked incredibly beautiful even when furious.
“You are no different from him,” she said, moving closer. “Both of you deceived me at every chance.”
Those words shattered me. I would never deceive her about her parents.
“Alpha guard?” Her voice cracked. “You had many chances to tell me the truth, Orion.”
I closed the distance and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“I was wrong,” I said. “I shouldn’t have lied. I’m so sorry.”
I held her tightly. “I didn’t want you to be afraid of me. I thought it would be difficult for you to relate to me as the Alpha King. I wanted to tell you the day I saw you with that guy, but that scene broke me. I lost control. I’m so sorry, my baby.” I kissed her forehead gently.
*Hazel*
“Don’t let our mate apologize too much… you were wrong for allowing Adrian to hug you too,” Ayla purred inside me.
I hugged Orion back, breathing in his warmth.
“You won’t lie to me again?” I asked softly.
“I promise, my lady,” he said, kissing my knuckles.
“Okay,” I whispered, claiming his lips instantly. I couldn’t stop craving him.
“Your coronation is tomorrow,” he said, catching me completely off guard.
“Wow… that’s fast!” I exclaimed.
“I want the world to know you’re mine. I’ll be inviting the other packs too.”
“I should go to the marketplace with Bella and Mira then—to shop,” I said excitedly.
“I won’t disturb you any longer,” I added, my eyes darting over the scattered documents on his table. I leaned in to give him one last peck, but he took over, turning seconds into minutes.
“Little monster standing up,” he murmured when he finally released me, “but now is not the right time.”
I returned to my quarters glowing, my emotions a whirlwind—angry, flustered, happy, and hopelessly in love.
“I want to meet Ray!” Ayla chirped inside me.
“You better not,” I warned, laughing.
We prepared for the marketplace, buying only necessities since the coronation robes would be provided by the palace. Bags, clothes, accessories—everything.
“You should replace your nighties, my lady,” Mira suggested.
She was right. We wandered into the nightwear section, selecting beautiful, dangerously attractive pieces.
“This will drive the Alpha crazy,” Mira said, handing me a sheer piece that left nothing to the imagination.
It was almost night by the time we returned, and Orion’s mindlink wouldn’t stop buzzing in my head, his impatience and anticipation practically vibrating through the bond.
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







