Masuk*Adrian*
I received a letter—an invitation to Hazel’s coronation as the Luna. I had become the Alpha of the Red Scarred Pack a few months after Hazel left. Father had retired from his position, moving with Mother to the northern side, leaving me to handle the pack. Ariana had found her mate, the vampire prince, and since then, I hadn’t laid eyes on her, only communicating through letters.
I had made up my mind to give up on Hazel, accepting that we weren’t fated. I tried to find my own mate too, but to no avail. Perhaps the Moon Goddess had forgotten me.
For Hazel’s sake, I tried to search for her parents, knowing all she had endured with their exile, but even after traveling to the desert countless times, I found nothing.
*Hazel*
My room was bustling with activity as palace servants assisted me—dressing me in the coronation robe, applying makeup, adding accessories, and more.
“Luna is so beautiful!” they exclaimed repeatedly, complimenting me endlessly.
The position of Luna was something I had never imagined for myself. All I had ever wanted was to live peacefully with my mate and my parents by my side. Now, with Orion by my side, I regained confidence in myself and my steps, believing I could handle anything.
The chambermaid guided me outside, the heavy robe making movement difficult.
*Orion*
Being mated to Hazel was a blessing I would forever thank the Moon Goddess for. I had once believed I would live without a mate, and then she had slipped into my life, bringing light into the depths of my darkness.
I dressed fully, ready to see my bride, my mate, my Luna, my everything…
“We are going to have an endless fuck tonight,” I muttered to myself, my inner wolf Ray already whining with anticipation.
I stepped outside with my Beta, but my heart stopped at the sight of someone familiar.
“Mother…!” I muttered softly as she walked closer, pulling me into a tight hug.
“I’ve missed you, son…” she whispered, her voice trembling as she sniffled.
I hugged her back, guilt stabbing my heart. I hadn’t sent her an invitation because I felt unworthy, ashamed to even look at her.
“I should go see your mate,” she said softly, releasing me.
*Hazel*
On my way to the hall, a woman stopped me abruptly.
“Hazel…” she pulled me into a tight hug.
I stiffened, unfamiliar with her, and pulled back to look into her eyes. Then it clicked—Orion’s mother. Oh my God! She was stunning, so much like him. The face structure, the lips… I should have known immediately.
I hugged her again, this time smiling warmly.
“You should get going… don’t be late,” she said, holding my hand like a mother’s touch. Tears welled in my eyes, memories threatening to sour my mood, but she seemed to understand. She handed me a handkerchief, gently tapping my back as if to reassure me.
I spotted Orion and smiled immediately. His eyes locked on mine, and I moved closer. We both took our places on the throne while the High Priest began the rituals.
We walked forward to the stage. The High Priest cut our hands until they bled, mixing the blood into the ancestral vessel. After several rituals, he handed it to us to drink, completing the process. He then linked me to the pack mindlink, and the pack welcomed me with praise and jubilation.
One of my worries had been whether I would be accepted as Luna.
“Since the Alpha has already marked the Luna, there is no need for the mating process… We all welcome our Luna to the pack. Long live the Luna!” the High Priest pronounced.
The jubilation continued as I danced with my mate, kissing him openly in front of the pack, fulfilling their desire to witness our 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







