I still remember the first time I saw Daniella. It was a cool autumn morning on campus, the kind of day that makes you want to stay in bed and forget everything else. I was running late for class, struggling to carry a cup of coffee, my stack of books, and my old satchel. She had appeared out of nowhere, wearing a yellow scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. What caught my attention most was her wavy red curls, and the way they caught the sunlight, made her look etherealShe had been helping another student, crouched low to pick up scattered papers. I had stopped mid-step. Something about her struck me deeply, a pull I couldn’t explain. She was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. It was her presence, her warmth, the way she seemed to radiate light around her.After that day, I started seeing her everywhere—at the café on campus, in the lecture hall, sitting cross-legged on the lawn with a notebook and pen. She always looked busy, always deep in thought, and I found myself draw
Seven years had passed before I decided to return to the city, and I was more than determined to start afresh. I convinced myself that Daniella and Liam were living their best life together, and I vowed that whatever lingering feelings I’d once had for Daniella were long buried. It was foolish to think otherwise—or so I told myself. However, on my arrival, I was left with no donut that the Moon Goddess had other plans in store for me. Not long after I settled back in, I decided to run a few errands at Target, and that was when I saw her. She looked as ethereal as ever, and her presence still had that magnetic pull that I couldn’t resist. But something had changed—her eyes. They were still as striking and hazel-colored as I remembered, but now they carried a quiet sadness that hadn’t been there before. The worst part about seeing her again was that every emotion I thought I had buried—every flicker of longing, love, and heartache—rushed back to the surface, confirming to me that
I buried myself in work and convinced myself that if I worked hard enough if I exhausted every ounce of my energy, I wouldn’t have the time—or the strength—to think about him. About us. About what could have been, what should have been.However, I started to notice that I was becoming tired, too tired. The kind of exhaustion that seeped into my bones, making it difficult to function. At first, I blamed it on overworking, but then the nausea started. Subtle at first, like a mild uneasiness in the pit of my stomach, but soon it grew. The scent of coffee made her gag. Even the perfume I had worn for years suddenly smelled foreign. And then there were the dizzy spells—small ones at first, I also started noticing a foreign scent around me, it was nothing like the way Liam used to smell, it was different and worse, it seemed as if it was coming from within me.I should have known something was wrong but I ignored it until I almost fainted on my way back from a meeting.“Daniella, you okay
FOUR YEARS LATERDaniella’s POVThe airport was as busy as I remembered, bustling with people moving in different directions. The scent of fresh coffee and cheap perfume clung to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of jet fuel. Announcements echoed overhead, calling out delayed flights and final boarding calls. I gripped my phone tightly, pressing it to my ear as Roy picked up on the third ring. “Daniella?” His voice was warm and familiar—a tether to a past that didn’t hurt as much anymore. “Hey, Roy. I’m back.” I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. “Can you come get me?” There was a brief pause then he chuckled lowly. “Took you long enough, Thornhill.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll wait outside.” As I ended the call, I adjusted the strap of my purse and started toward the exit, weaving through the crowd. My heels clicked against the polished floor, my heart lighter than it had been in a long time. And then I saw them. Liam Garvalle and Matilda. Ti
LIAM'S POVIt had been four years. Four years of silence. Four years of searching, questioning, and coming up empty-handed.Daniella was gone.I never thought she had it in her. Leaving me? No, that was impossible. For years, she had been by my side, unwavering, constant. She belonged there—or at least, I had believed she did. But she vanished without a trace, walking out of my life like I never mattered like we never existed.I had searched. I had sent men to track her down, combed through records, and called in favors from people who owed me their lives. But there was nothing. No trail, no whispers, not even a ghost of her existence left behind. It was as if she had been swallowed by the earth itself.I had confronted Grace and Roy more times than I cared to count, demanding answers. Their unwavering silence was infuriating. They had sworn they didn’t know where she was, but I knew better. They were loyal to her, not me. I could have used my Alpha command to force them to speak, to
LIAMS'S POVI stretched out on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the muffled sounds of Matilda moving around in the bedroom. I could tell she was still irritated but I didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood for another night of endless nagging and passive-aggressive remarks. I needed space.Matilda didn’t take rejection well, and I knew I’d pay for it in the morning. But for now, the couch was my sanctuary. The cushions weren’t exactly comfortable, but they were better than the alternative—lying beside her, and listening to her whine about what I was supposed to do about us.I turned to my side, willing sleep to take over and drown my restlessness. My mind, however, had other plans. It drifted—like it always did—to Daniella. Four years, and still, she haunted me. I could almost hear her voice, soft and steady, cutting through the chaos of my thoughts. She had been my balance, my anchor, and I had let her slip away.Damn it.I shut my eyes and forced my body to relax. Think
I stared at Liam’s broad back as he settled onto the couch, his muscles tense, his face turned away from me. The unspoken message was clear: he wasn’t in the mood for another argument.Coward-I musedMy fingers curled into fists as frustration surged through me. Four years. Four long years I had stood by his side, played the role of the perfect partner, tolerated his cold moods and his infuriating silence. And yet, he still refused to make me his Luna. Still refused to give me the one thing I deserved after all my patience.I had no intention of being like Daniella. That weak, pathetic girl who had wasted seven years waiting for Liam to wake up and claim her. And where had that gotten her? Nowhere. She had vanished into thin air, and Liam had moved on without a second thought. Or at least, that was what I told myself.But the truth gnawed at me.Because for all his indifference, for all his apparent disinterest, I saw it—the way his gaze sometimes drifted, the way a shadow of somethin
LIAMS POVThe flight back to New York felt longer than it should have. Paris had been exhausting, not because of the city itself but because of Matilda. She had been insufferable, whining about how I wasn’t paying enough attention to her, complaining about how I still hadn’t marked her, and bringing up Daniella’s name far too many times for my liking.I had thought a lavish trip, designer shopping sprees, and five-star dining would pacify her—like it always did. But this time, she was relentless. The moment we landed, I wanted nothing more than to return to my penthouse, pour myself a drink, and have some goddamn peace.As soon as the car pulled up to my estate, I stepped out without offering Matilda so much as a glance. I could hear her irritated huff behind me, but I didn’t care. But the second I stepped into my home, that small desire was shattered.Sitting in my living room were my mother, my sister Jessica, and two of the eldest members of the pack’s council—Elder Harrington an
Liam stood rooted to the ground, the smile he’d worn moments ago stretched tightly across his face like a mask too brittle to hold. Daniella’s retreating figure moved with quiet resolve, her back straight, her shoulders squared against the world. She didn’t glance back—not once. That alone gutted him more than anything else.He swallowed hard, something bitter clinging to the back of his throat. It felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest and thrown into the wind, left to scatter in pieces he’d never gather again. The ache in his chest wasn’t sudden—it had been there for a while now, like an infection he’d ignored until it became impossible to ignore. But now, watching her walk away with that same quiet strength that once kept him afloat, Liam realized the finality of it. She was no longer his. Maybe she never had been.He blinked fast, furious even at himself, when he felt his vision blur. It was ridiculous. He wasn’t the kind of man who cried. He’d trained his whole life
A waiter handed Grace and Daniella a flute of sparkling wine. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much. Careful now. Your face might just get stuck like that.” Daniella let out a soft laugh, her eyes fixed on the dance floor where Dalton twirled Sophie around like she was made of air and starlight. The little girl’s laughter rang out, bright and unrestrained, her hands clasped tightly around Dalton’s as he spun her again.“Look at them,” Daniella whispered, her voice barely audible above the music. “He adores her.”Grace followed her gaze and smiled. “And she adores him right back. She hasn’t stopped laughing all evening.”A soft warmth bloomed in Daniella’s chest, almost too much to bear. Her heart swelled as she watched her daughter shriek with joy, her little shoes tapping against the polished wood as Dalton guided her gently, protectively, like she was the most precious thing in the world.A perfect moment.And yet…For the briefest flicker of a second, a shadow moved acros
It was already past noon when the wedding ceremony ended, and it was time for the reception. The garden outside shimmered under a thousand golden fairy lights, casting a warm, dreamlike glow over the venue. Music floated through the air, soft and romantic. Laughter rippled among the tables, clinking glasses, and heartfelt banter among the guests.At the heart of it all stood Dalton, tall and regal in a dark tailored suit that made his eyes gleam. Beside him, Daniella, radiant in another gown she changed for the reception. The gown was made of moonlight lace and soft pearl, and her hair was adorned with tiny blossoms. She smiled with trembling lips as the band shifted melodies."Ladies and gentlemen," the emcee announced with so much enthusiasm, "please turn your attention to the floor for the bride and groom’s first dance as husband and wife."Applause erupted as Dalton stepped forward and extended his hand to Daniella, bowing slightly. She placed her hand in his, her touch feather-li
WEDDING DAYThe sun rose that morning with a golden brilliance, casting its warmth over the Garvalle estate and bathing everything in a honeyed glow. There was a pulse in the air—a quiet buzz of anticipation that seemed to stretch into the trees, shake the birds from their nests, and awaken every wolf in the pack with a shared thought:Today was the day Daniella and Dalton were getting married.The pack had begun preparing days ago, but this morning, everything snapped into focus. The pack house, usually a center of training and council, had been transformed overnight into something magical. Banners in silver and deep forest green—the Hollow pack colors—fluttered gently in the breeze. Strings of delicate fairy lights were wrapped around the towering pine columns that lined the courtyard, and clusters of white roses were being fastened to every banister, doorframe, and post with painstaking care.In the great hall, pack members bustled with purpose, laughter echoing off the walls as fi
A DAY BEFORE THE WEDDINGThe grand hall of the Pack's estate buzzed with anticipation. Sunlight streamed through the towering stained-glass windows, casting vibrant mosaics of gold, crimson, and indigo across the polished marble floor. The scent of lavender and pine—blended with the faintest trace of ceremonial incense—drifted through the air, adding a sacred hush to the magnificence of the space.At the arched entrance beneath the crest of the Crescent Moon, Alpha Reid stood tall in a dark, ceremonial coat lined with silver embroidery. Beside him, Luna Maeve wore a flowing gown of midnight blue, the fabric catching the light like liquid stars. Her long auburn hair was pinned back with silver combs shaped like crescent moons, echoing the pack’s symbol and legacy.Reid adjusted the cuff of his jacket, casting a sweeping glance across the ballroom. His normally impassive face showed a rare flicker of uncertainty.“They’re all coming,” he said, his voice low but edged with tension. “Alph
PRESENT TIME (SOPHIE AND DANIELLA)Life didn’t snap back to normal the moment they walked through the front door, but little by little, Sophie and Daniella found their rhythm again.The mornings, once quiet and still, began with the familiar hum of the kettle and the comforting scent of chamomile and cinnamon. Daniella would wake before Sophie, padding through the house in her slippers, letting the silence settle around her. It helped her breathe—helped her remind herself that they were safe now.Sophie, once hesitant to leave her mother’s side even for a minute, slowly began venturing back into her own room, her laughter gradually returning. At first, she trailed behind Daniella like a shadow—silent, watchful—but eventually, she returned to her books, her sketches, the odd habit of humming while brushing her hair.They kept things simple in those first few weeks. Grocery runs were done together, hand in hand. They cooked meals with music playing in the background—sometimes jazz, some
Alpha Czar sat in his high-backed leather chair, a sealed ivory envelope resting in his palm. His fingers traced the wax seal embossed with the sigil of the Riverdale Pack—a howling wolf curled beneath a crescent moon. The letter had arrived just before dawn, hand-delivered by a warrior.Curiosity had flickered in his chest when he first opened it. Now, as his eyes scanned the invitation again, something strange unfurled in his chest—something old and aching.Together with their families, Alpha Dalton of the Riverdale Pack and Daniella Thornhill cordially invite Alpha Czar of the Emerald Pack to celebrate their union in marriage. The ceremony will be held under the full moon on the 14th of August, at twilight, in the sacred glade of Riverdale. A reception will follow under the stars. Your presence would honor us.Czar read it twice. Then a third time. He had received a personal invite, out of respect and a longstanding alliance with Alpha Reid, Dalton’s father.As his eyes
FIVE YEARS AFTER HIS LOSSAlpha Czar stood at the edge of the valley with his hands clasped behind his back. The scent of pine and frost filled his lungs, but it brought no comfort—not tonight. Not after all this time.He had come here on the same night every year for the past five years. A ritual of sorts. A silent vigil in the hope that the wind would change, that the earth would stir and return what had been stolen from him.His mate. His daughter.The memory still struck him with sharp, unforgiving clarity. One moment he had held her in his arms, his tiny daughter wrapped in her mother’s scent, warm and cooing softly against his chest. The next, there had been chaos—blood everywhere, screams in the darkness, and an aching silence that had never truly left him.He had searched every region, crossed every territory, called in every favour he was owed. Elders, seers, witches—he had begged them all. But each trail ran cold. And now… he was done.“I can’t do this anymore,” Czar murmure
The first thing Daniella remembered was warmth.After weeks—perhaps months, she couldn’t be sure—of cold stone, rough rope, hunger, and fear so constant it felt like a part of her skin, the heat of the blanket around her was a shock. Her eyelids fluttered as light seeped through, soft and golden, nothing like the oppressive dimness of the place she’d been held. For a moment, she didn’t move. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, the illusion would shatter and she would find herself back in that place again, chained to fear.But then came the sound of gentle voices—real voices, not threats or barked orders. The lilt of care, the rhythm of kindness. And something else… laughter. Childish, light, and echoing through walls that didn’t drip with damp or desperation.Daniella's eyes snapped open.She sat up too quickly, and her ribs protested with a sharp ache. The pain was grounding, almost reassuring. She was real. Alive.The room was simple, but clean and cozy. Pale cream walls, a