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
NARRATORS POVThe air inside the Hollow Pack’s grand council hall was suffocating. Tension clung to the walls like a thick fog, a storm brewing beneath the heavy chandeliers that cast a dim glow over the long oak table. At the head of the table sat Liam Garvalle, his posture one of arrogance, his expression void of remorse. He leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming against the polished wood, as if this entire meeting was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.Across from him, Dalton sat trying to remain calm as Alpha of the Riverdale Pack he had to keep his emotion in check and not act on impulse like Liam was doing, but the way his fingers curled into his palm betrayed his growing frustration. He had known Liam for years—fought beside him, defended his decisions even when they were reckless—but today, he saw nothing but a man consumed by pride and something far more dangerous—obsession.The two councils, both from Hollow Pack and Riverdale Pack, were gathered, their expressions
NARRATORS POVAs soon as Alpha Dalton and his council departed, the tension in the council chamber was so intense as to seem almost tangible. The silence stretched as everyone remained silent and waited before Liam finally turned his piercing gaze on the elders before him. His jaw was taut, his shoulders rigid with barely contained frustration."I must say," Liam began, his voice deceptively calm, "I am surprised to see my own council wavering in their stance. Were you truly considering taking Alpha Dalton’s side against me?" His tone sharpened on the last words, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of weakness.Elder Harrick cleared his throat. "It is not about taking sides, Alpha," he said carefully. "Your decision was so abrupt. You cast away an alliance with Riverdale without a second thought. We need allies, not adversaries. Our enemies watch us closely, waiting for any sign of weakness. We cannot afford to be reckless."Liam exhaled sharply through his nose, his patience thin
The warm afternoon sun bathed the small garden in golden light as the laughter of two children echoed in the air. Daniella and Grace sat on a wooden bench, watching their little ones chase each other around the yard. Daniella exhaled, a slow, contented sigh. "They really are something, aren’t they?"Grace smiled, watching Ethan topple onto the grass with a triumphant yell as Sophie tumbled down beside him, both of them breathless and grinning. "They remind me of us when we were little. That same fierce loyalty. Like nothing in the world could ever come between them."Daniella nodded, warmth blooming in her chest. "I hope it stays that way."“Hopefully it will” Grace commented with a smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s adorable.”Daniella nodded, her eyes following the children as they tumbled into the grass, giggling uncontrollably. “It really is. Seeing Sophie this happy makes everything feel worth it.”Grace studied her friend’s expression, noticing the slig
It was mid-afternoon when Alpha Dalton and his companions arrived at their pack. He had already called his beta and asked him to inform all the senior officers of the pack about an urgent and impromptu meeting with them as soon as he got back. Immediately he arrived at the Riverdale pack, Dalton strode into the council chamber with the elders that accompanied him to the Hollow pack, he wore a grim expression as he took his seat at the head of the long oak table. The room was already filled with the elders of his pack, as well as his Beta, Humphrey, and Gamma, Tobias including the head of the pack patrol. He took his seat at the head of the long wooden table, fingers steepling as he exhaled slowly. “I won’t waste your time,” he began, his voice firm, cutting through the murmurs. “The meeting with Alpha Liam was a disaster. He has unilaterally decided to cancel our long-standing contract without reason. I don’t need to tell you what that means.”That kind of recklessness isn’t just di
The office was silent, except for the ornate grandfather clock ticking in the corner. Liam sat behind his heavy mahogany desk, his fingers drumming absently against the polished surface. The detective sat across from him, he kept a poker face as he delivered the news."Daniella has a child," the detective said simply. "A little girl. Almost four years old. Her name is Sophie. She was born abroad, Paris precisely."The words struck Liam like a physical blow. He stiffened, his mind momentarily blank as he tried to process the information. His breath hitched slightly, but he masked his reaction well, forcing himself to maintain a neutral expression."A child?" he repeated, his voice quiet, almost disbelieving. Liam finally forced himself to look up. “Are you certain?” His voice came out strained, raw.The detective nodded, his expression unreadable. “The records are solid. Birth certificate, hospital documents. She was born abroad, just as I said.”Liam swallowed hard. “And the father?”
Liam shrugged into his coat and stepped out of his office, running a hand through his already tousled hair. His driver approached, opening the car door as per routine, but Liam shook his head."No need, I’ll drive myself tonight," he said, his voice clipped, betraying his mood.The driver hesitated, but with a respectful nod, he stepped back. Liam climbed into his black Honda Jeep, gripping the steering wheel with a quiet sigh. This car—this specific car—had once meant something to Daniella. She’d always preferred riding in it over his other luxurious cars, laughing about how smooth the drive was, how it made her feel free. “I don’t know why, but I really like this one,” she had mused, leaning back in the passenger seat. “It suits you.”He had always ignored her and would usually take another car to undermine her whenever she made the remark.He exhaled sharply, pushing the thought aside. He had no right to dwell on the past—not when he had spent so many years making sure it stayed b
Daniella’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, her entire body thrumming with barely restrained fury. How dare he? How dare Liam Garvalle stand there, after all these years, and have the audacity to ask if Sophie was his child? His child?A bitter, humorless laugh clawed its way up her throat as she leveled him with a glare that could have burned through steel. “Are you serious?” Her voice, low and dangerous, wavered only slightly. “You—” she took a step forward, her heels grinding into the pavement, “—who never once acknowledged me as anything more than an afterthought? You, who pretended I was invisible in front of your peers, who never had the decency to call what we had a relationship?” Her breath hitched, but she forced herself to keep going, her voice rising with each syllable. “And now, after years of silence, after breaking me in ways I didn’t even know were possible, you think you have the right to stand in front of me and ask about my daughter?”Liam’s jaw tightened, his
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