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Daniella’s POVThe restaurant was elegant but not overly extravagant—just the right amount of class and warmth.I took a deep breath before stepping inside, my eyes immediately scanning the room.Dalton was already seated.He looked completely at ease, his broad shoulders relaxed as he skimmed through the menu, a glass of red wine already in front of him. His golden-blond hair was perfectly styled, but there was something effortlessly charming about the way one rebellious strand had fallen over his forehead.He didn’t see me at first.For a moment, I hesitated, watching him.The way he swirled the wine in his glass absentmindedly, the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table's polished surface. He looked calm, and collected—so different from the chaos that had become my life.Then, as if sensing my gaze, he looked up.Our eyes met.And for the briefest second, something flickered in his deep blue gaze, something he quickly masked.Was it admiration?I barely had time to wonder
Daniella’s POV I had been working non-stop since morning, drowning myself in paperwork, determined to keep my mind focused on business.And yet, my thoughts kept drifting back to yesterday’s lunch with Dalton.It had been… unexpected. Not just the meeting itself, but the warmth of it. The normalcy of it.I had laughed without forcing it, spoken without hesitation, and—most dangerous of all—felt comfortable in someone’s presence.But I had promised myself not to overthink it. Dalton was my friend, nothing more. He had been there when I needed someone, and that was all it was.Just as I started signing off on a document, my phone buzzed beside me. I glanced at the screen.Grace.A tired smile crossed my lips as I picked up the call. “Hey, Grace.”“Dani! Are you busy?”I leaned back in my chair. “Drowning in paperwork, but what’s new?”She chuckled. “Figures. Anyway, have you seen today’s papers?”I frowned at her tone. There was something there—concern? Amusement? I couldn’t tell.“No,”
Daniella’s POVA smile played on my lips as I leaned back in my chair, twirling a pen between my fingers while holding my phone to my ear. Talking to Dalton had become… easy. Effortless. I hadn’t realized how much I missed having genuine conversations—ones that weren’t filled with hidden barbs or underlying pain.“I really should get back to work,” I said, though I made no effort to end the call.Dalton let out an exaggerated sigh. “You haven’t responded to my request.”I frowned slightly. “Request?”A deep chuckle rumbled through the line, and I could almost picture the smirk on his face. “Yes, my request for another lunch date. Have you already forgotten? I thought we had something special.”I giggled, shaking my head. “Oh please, Dalton. You’re acting as if I just broke your heart.”“You did,” he said instantly. “Completely shattered. It’s going to take weeks to recover from this kind of rejection.”I laughed, genuinely amused. “You’re so dramatic.”“I like to think I’m expressive,”
Dalton’s POVI leaned back in my office chair, a small, satisfied smile playing on my lips. Dinner with Daniella.Not just dinner—at her place, she also wanted to introduce me to her daughter.That meant something.I turned my chair slightly, staring out the wide glass window of my office, watching the city skyline stretch out before me. Daniella’s child. A little girl, no doubt beautiful like her mother. I wondered what she liked, what would make her happy. A stuffed animal? A doll? A book? I wanted to bring her something thoughtful that would make her feel comfortable around me.But as my mind wandered down that path, my thoughts inevitably shifted to Liam.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I ran my hand through my hair. How the hell did Liam mess up so badly? He had a woman like Daniella—loyal, kind, strong—and he threw her away like she was nothing. Now, Liam didn’t even know he had a child—a whole daughter out there, growing up without a father.I clenched his jaw, frustration simmer
Daniella’s POVAt exactly 7 PM, my doorbell rang.I steadied my breath before opening the door, my fingers lightly gripping the handle. The moment I swung it open, there he was.Dalton stood there, looking effortlessly charming in a dark button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of well-fitted jeans. His presence always carried an air of warmth, and ease, that made you comfortable in his presence.“Right on time,” I teased, stepping aside to let him in.“I wouldn’t dare be late,” he said smoothly, a slow smile tugging at his lips. He reached forward and handed me a single rose. “For you.”I blinked in surprise, my fingers brushing against his as I took it. I felt a flutter in my stomach which I quickly dismissed as nothing.“Thank you,” I said softly, inhaling its delicate scent. “You didn’t have to.”Dalton tilted his head, his eyes glinting with delight. “I wanted to.”I glanced down at myself, suddenly self-conscious of my loose jeans and oversized sweate
Liam’s POVI left Dalton’s office in a blind fury, my pulse pounding so violently that I could hear it in my ears. My hands clenched at my sides, itching to hit something—anything—to release the unbearable pressure building inside my chest.That smug bastard. That condescending, self-righteous son of a bitch."She’s done with you, Liam."Dalton’s words echoed in my mind like a relentless taunt. My breath came out ragged as I stalked down the street, ignoring the few people who cast wary glances in my direction."She’s moving on, Liam. Let her. And seriously speaking, she deserves better."I gritted my teeth. Moving on? With him? Was that what this was? Daniella, laughing, smiling, looking at another man the way she used to look at me? The thought made my stomach churn. I let out a bitter laugh, one that tasted of venom and self-loathing. Better? As if he was better. As if anyone could love her the way I did.Love.I halted mid-step, the realization slamming into me like a gut punch.I
Liam’s POVThe pounding in my head was relentless, a dull, persistent ache that refused to let me breathe without pain. My mouth was dry, my body sluggish. Hangover. A cruel, deserved punishment for the mess I had made the night before.The first thing I did after dragging myself out of bed was head to the kitchen, as soon as I walked in, my chef placed a strong, bitter cup of coffee in front of me without a word. He didn’t need to ask why I looked like hell. he never did and even if he did ask I never answered.I gulped down the first cup and asked for a refill which I took to my office. I sat in my office, staring at my phone, my grip tightening around the device as I debated making the call. This is pathetic. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t care.But I did.The image of Dalton with Daniella had burned into my mind like a fresh wound, raw and throbbing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—him smiling at her, her laughing, it drove me crazy.Without much pondering, I scroll
Liam’s POVThe restless fury in my heart refused to settle. No matter how many times I told myself I was being irrational, I couldn’t stop. I had made up my mind—Dalton would never have Daniella.The thought of them together burned like acid in my veins. I could see it so clearly—her laughter, soft and warm, directed at him, the way she once used to smile at me. The thought made my stomach churn.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand down my face as I exhaled sharply. I had already set things in motion. Patrick was on the job, and soon enough, I would know exactly what was going on in Daniella’s life. It wasn’t enough, though. I needed to do more.The contract with Riverdale Pack was dead. Terminating the agreement was reckless—I knew that. But the satisfaction I felt at knowing Dalton would suffer the consequences was worth it. He thought he could take what was mine? That he could parade Daniella around, as if she had never belonged to me first?He was wrong.My phone buzzed on t
Mrs. Garvalle turned to Liam, placing a firm but elegant hand on his forearm. Her voice was clipped, refined with years of social grace, but it left little room for debate.“Liam, it’s time,” she said, eyes flitting across the lavish ballroom toward the dais where Daniella and Dalton stood surrounded by well-wishers. “We should go and present our gift now.”Liam exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening ever so slightly as he followed her gaze. There they were — Daniella and Dalton — standing side by side beneath the soft golden lights, their heads bent close as they laughed quietly at something shared between them. The sight of Daniella smiling like that, not at him but at another man, twisted something low in his chest.His hands, buried in the pockets of his tailored coat, clenched into fists.He turned his eyes away, unwilling to let his expression betray the turmoil roiling inside him. “No,” he muttered finally, voice low and gravelled.Mrs. Garvalle turned to him, bro
Once adorned with steaming platters and fresh-baked bread, the long table now lay scattered with used linen napkins and half-full wine glasses. At the head of the hall, Daniella sat with Sophie nestled at her side, the child still clutching the handmade cloth doll Grace had given her during dinner. Sophie’s cheeks were rosy from all the affection and attention, but her eyes darted occasionally toward the door, as if still fearing this was all a fragile dream that might vanish.Dalton, seated next to Daniella, reached under the table and gently squeezed her hand. She turned to look at him, her smile weary but grateful. Then the sound of a wooden staff striking the ground once, then twice, reverberated through the hall. All eyes turned toward the ceremonial steward standing near the hearth.“May I have your attention?” the steward declared in a deep, commanding voice. "Tonight, we don’t only celebrate a reunion, or even survival. We celebrate love, loyalty, and the unwavering ties of b
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