LOGIN*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.
Justice had finally been served.
We rode back home beneath the rising moon.
My mother walked beside me, her hand in mine, her mate’s soul finally at peace.
Orion’s arm circled my waist.
The desert would never hide their evil again.
When we returned to the palace, exhaustion finally caught up with me.
The burden I had carried for so long had lifted, leaving behind nothing but quiet relief.
Orion led me to our chamber.
We bathed together in silence, the water washing away the dust of the desert, the smoke of the fire, and the last traces of sorrow clinging to my heart.
When we lay down, wrapped in each other’s arms, sleep came easily.
For the first time in a long while, I slept peacefully —
knowing my father had been avenged,
knowing the world was safer,
knowing justice had truly been done.
I woke up in the morning feeling energized and refreshed. I looked at my mate as his eyes slowly opened.
“Good morning,” I said, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Morning, my lady,” he replied, pulling me back for a deeper, more proper kiss.
The kiss lingered, leaving me wanting more. I straddled him, kissing his face while he tickled me playfully. The moment grew more intense.
He removed my clothes swiftly, revealing my bouncy breasts to his hungry gaze.
“I think it got bigger,” he said, squeezing them firmly.
“Mm… oh… yeah…” I couldn’t form a proper sentence.
Everything grew more intense as I lay on him, receiving the strong, deep, fast strokes of his thrusts. His hips lifted and drove hard into me, and I screamed his name over and over again.
Soon my legs began to shake and I knew what was coming. His pace increased, and I crashed into release, breathing out in relief.
Later, we went into the bathroom together. He would fondle my breasts while I teased him in return. It was fun and pleasurable. We washed ourselves and dressed.
I loved every bit of our time together. I finally knew peace — everything had fallen into place, and I wished to spend the rest of my life with him.
We decided to go on a shopping spree, getting clothes and necessities.
“This will look good on you,” he said, holding up a nightwear that left little to the imagination.
“I know you will love that… you wicked Mr. Wolf,” I teased, pouting playfully.
“I would love to see you in this, in the dim light on our bed,” he whispered dangerously close to my ear.
He was such a bad guy.
We bought many clothes and shoes, and also got gifts for Bella, Beta Shane, and the other servants.
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







