LOGINHazel
“H—Hazel…”
Hearing my name pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned slowly, my heart skipping when I recognized the voice.
Adrian.
The Alpha’s only son.
He stood a few steps away from me, tall and composed as always, his dark hair falling into his eyes. The torchlight from the corridor painted shadows across his face, making him look even more distant and unreachable.
“Good evening, Your Highness,” I said, bowing my head slightly.
“Leave the formalities, Hazel,” he replied softly. “How are you doing?”
Before I could answer, his gaze drifted to the pail beside me and the scrub brush still clutched in my hand. His expression tightened.
“Stressful, I guess,” he murmured, answering his own question.
“Your Highness shouldn’t worry about me,” I said quickly.
He shook his head. “Hazel… I’m so sorry for everything that’s happening to you. Just hold on. Please. Give me some time.”
My chest tightened at his words, but I forced myself to remain calm. “Your Highness shouldn’t worry about me,” I repeated. “I’m fine.
”Silence fell between us.
Then he spoke again, his voice lower. “Come to think of it, if Beta Blaze hadn’t betrayed the pack—”
“Excuse me, Your Highness.” I interrupted him sharply.
His eyes widened slightly in surprise.
“You should get going,” I added, my voice tight. I would not allow anyone — not even him — to speak ill of my parents in front of me.
The moment hung heavy between us.
I wouldn’t deny the truth: a part of me still cared for him. We grew up together. Adrian, Blaze’s son, and I attended the same pack school. We were inseparable once — laughing, training, dreaming of futures that now felt like distant lies. Many in the pack believed Adrian and I would become mates someday. We fit together so easily, like it was written in the stars.
But life had its own cruel plans.
I stepped back. “Good night, Your Highness.”
“Hazel—”
I didn’t let him finish. I turned and walked away. Gossip already poisoned the pack; I wouldn’t give them another reason to tear me apart.
I returned to the servants’ quarters where all the pack workers retired after the day’s labor. The room was dim, crowded with narrow beds and wooden chests, but it was the only place I could breathe.
If I truly wanted to escape and search for my mate, it had to happen tomorrow — during the Alpha’s daughter’s birthday celebration. The pack would be distracted. Guards would be busy. It was my only chance.
But how would I do it without being caught?
Tears burned my eyes, but I forced them back. This was not the time for weakness. I had to be strong. Stronger than I had ever been.
I quietly began packing the few things I owned: some worn clothes, a pair of extra shoes, my treasured books, and a small bundle of undergarments. Days ago, when this idea first took root in my heart, I had sewn myself a cloth backpack from leftover fabric. Now I filled it carefully.
When I finished, I hid it beneath the servants’ wardrobe, pressing it far into the shadows.
A sudden creak of the door made my heart leap.
“What’s going on with you?” Ressa asked sharply as she stepped inside.
I turned, forcing a calm expression. “Nothing, ma’am. I’m just arranging the room.”
She studied me closely, suspicion flickering in her eyes. “That’s good. It won’t be easy for you if I find out you’re trying to steal anything.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After a long moment, she left.
Only then did I release the breath I have been holding.
She had no idea.
Tomorrow, everything would change.
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







