Late afternoon, Grace and Ethan prepared to leave. Grace sighed, adjusting the strap of her handbag on her shoulder.“I hate driving in the dark,” Grace muttered, pulling her jacket tighter around her as she gave Daniella a firm hug. “I swear, these roads turn into a horror movie set the moment the sun dips.”Daniella laughed, though she felt a small pang of sadness as her friend prepared to leave. “I’d tell you to stay the night, but I know Roy would come banging on my door, demanding to know what I’ve done with his wife and son.”Grace smirked. “He’s hopeless without me, and we both know it.”Dalton, who had been standing beside the car with Sophie clinging to his hand, chuckled. “That’s the price of being indispensable.”Grace rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. She leaned down, planting a kiss on Sophie’s forehead. “Be good to your mum, okay? And stop terrorizing Ethan.”“I do not terrorize Ethan!” Sophie protested, but Ethan, standing behind Grace, made a face that said otherwis
The next morning, Daniella drove Sophie to school. The drive to school had become a comforting routine, a pocket of time in which mother and daughter shared silly jokes and favorite songs. The little girl sat in the backseat, swinging her legs, her tiny fingers playing with the hem of her school skirt. There was a thoughtful silence between them, one that Daniella had grown to recognize. Sophie was thinking, which meant questions were coming.“Mummy?” Sophie’s voice was soft, hesitant, yet filled with the natural curiosity of a child.“Yes, sweetheart?” Daniella glanced at her through the rearview mirror, offering her a gentle smile.Sophie hesitated, her little brows furrowed as she toyed with the straps of her backpack. “Who is my daddy?”Daniella sucked in her breath, she knew sophie would ask the question someday but she never expected it to be so soon. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as her heart pounded against her ribs. She had always known this moment would come,
The rumours started as hushed murmurs, slithering through the pack like a venomous snake, growing louder with each retelling. At first, it was only a few sympathetic ears—women who had always resented Mrs. Garvalle’s iron grip on the pack, men who had long desired a change in leadership. But Matilda was clever. She didn’t just let the rumors take root naturally; she watered them, nurtured them.Matilda had been clever about it, never uttering the words herself in public but letting others do it for her. Her maid, Jane, had been instrumental—discreetly slipping money into the hands of pack members with grievances against Mrs. Garvalle. Those who already bore resentment, those who had long grumbled about the matriarch’s iron-fisted rule, took the bait eagerly, fanning the flames of discord.“She was pregnant with Liam’s heir,” one would say in hushed disbelief.“Didn’t you hear? She lost the baby because of the Luna,” another would add, eyes darting around for eavesdroppers.“She was pu
Alpha Liam took a step forward, his towering presence now looming over her. “I will not have you turn my pack against itself. And I certainly won’t have you defaming my mother to satisfy whatever twisted game you’re playing.”Matilda’s smirk didn’t waver. “Are you threatening me, Alpha?” she taunted, tilting her head, amusement flickering in her expression. “Oh, how terrifying. You forget, my father is a better Alpha than you will ever be. Maybe if you had his spine, you wouldn’t let yourself be led around like a leashed dog.”Liam’s eyes darkened, his wolf howling beneath his skin. His patience was wearing thin, fraying at the edges and about to snap. “If you think,” he said slowly, each syllable a warning, “that mating with me gives you the right to harass, bully, and defame my mother, you are gravely mistaken. This ends now, Matilda.” His hands curled into fists at his sides, a desperate attempt to restrain the rage coursing through him. “If you continue acting unreasonably, I will
Some minutes after matilda left, Alpha Liams phone rang. Liam barely glanced at the screen before snatching it up, his patience already frayed from his earlier encounter with Matilda."Hello?" he snapped, his voice edged with irritation."How dare you maltreat my daughter?" The voice on the other end was deep and seething with fury.Liam stiffened, recognizing it instantly. Alpha Seth. A growl rumbled low in his throat. Had he seen the caller ID, he would have ignored the call altogether. But it was too late now. Hanging up would only worsen matters. He could already picture Matilda, crocodile tears in her eyes, playing the role of the wounded victim while her father swallowed every word whole."I should have known," Liam muttered, running a hand down his face in frustration. "What lies has she fed you now, Seth?""Lies?" Seth spat the word as though it burned his tongue. "I heard your mother and yourself have turned my beloved daughter into your personal punching bag. Your marriage
“You’ve just committed a direct act of aggression against my pack,” Liam growled, his voice low and venomous. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve broken the governing bodies’ ruling—attacking an allied pack is treason. I’ll ensure you are dealt with swiftly.”Alpha Seth’s chuckle was slow, deliberate, and brimming with condescension. “You’re focusing on the wrong problem, boy,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “Instead of flapping your mouth about consequences, perhaps you should be more concerned with the infiltrators within your own pack. I already have the upper hand, whether you like it or not.”Liam clenched his jaw. He hated the way Seth spoke to him, as though he were a mere pup trying to play at being Alpha. He had fought for his title, had bled for it. No one, not even this arrogant old wolf, would dictate his rule.His mind raced as it filtered through his security reports, the recent disruptions within Hollow Pack. Could it be possible? No—Seth was bluffi
The phone rang twice before Beta Adam picked up, his voice sharp and alert. “Alpha, I was just about to call you. There’s a situation at the farmland—an explosion. I’m overseeing it now.”“I know,” Liam said, his voice tight. “Leave it and come to my office. Now.”There was a brief pause, the sounds of shouting and urgency in the background. “Alpha, with all due respect, this is serious. We need to assess the damage and—”“I said now, Adam,” Liam cut him off, his tone brooking no argument. “Hand it over to someone else. I need you here immediately.”His Beta hesitated for a second before exhaling sharply. “Understood. I’ll have Gamma Lucas take over.”Liam could hear Adam turning away from the chaos, issuing rapid orders. “Lucas, you’re in charge. Secure the perimeter, report any unusual findings, and make sure the fire doesn’t spread. Keep the warriors on high alert until I return.”Gamma Lucas’s voice crackled faintly over the line. “Understood. I’ll handle it.”Liam ended the call,
Murmurs passed through the elders. One of them, Elder Reginald, leaned forward. “This urgency better be justified, Alpha,” he said. “This better not be another political affair concerning—”“This is far beyond politics,” Liam cut in sharply, his patience thinning. “This is a direct attack on our pack.”A hush fell over the room.Liam took a breath, steadying himself before he spoke the words that would change everything. “The explosion today at the farmland was no accident. It was orchestrated by Alpha Seth.”Gasps rippled through the room. Some warriors exchanged alarmed glances, while others clenched their fists. The elders, however, remained still, their expressions darkening. They were wise enough to know that Seth had always been a dangerous man, but this was outright provocation.Elder Vaughn narrowed his eyes. “You are certain of this?”Liam nodded grimly. “He told me himself.”More murmurs. A few of the warriors visibly stiffened. Vaughn exhaled through his nose, his fingers t
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
Elizabeth’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body slack against the cruel embrace of the experimental chair. Straps bit into her raw skin, long since chafed and torn, yet she no longer felt the pain. Her nerves had dulled, her senses numbed. She was more spirit than flesh now, drifting between worlds, untethered.Her head lolled to one side, dark strands of matted hair clinging to her sweat-soaked skin. Her once vibrant eyes, those fiery defiant eyes that had once shown with life and love, now stared at the ceiling—glassy, distant, the fight flickering out like the last glow of an oil lamp. There was no screaming anymore, no struggling. They had taken everything from her—her strength, her dignity, her voice.Yet within the silence, her mind slipped somewhere far from the sterile hell around her.She was eight again.The scent of wildflowers filled her nose, and golden sunlight poured through the trees of the glen behind her childhood home. Her mother laughed—a light, airy sound that
The cell was always cold.No matter how long Elizabeth stayed there—days, weeks, years perhaps—her bones never grew used to the damp chill that seemed to cling to her skin like a second layer. The air was thick with mildew and rot, and the stone walls wept with condensation. The silence, when it fell, was almost worse than the screams that came before.She heard the iron door screech open again, and her blood ran colder.“No,” she whispered, her body trembling already from the day before. “Please—please not again.”Heavy boots approached. A gloved hand reached down and grabbed her by the arm—an arm so bruised and battered it barely felt like her own anymore—and dragged her out. She cried out as her knees scraped the rough stone floor.The guards always ignored her pleas.Elizabeth was hauled into the chamber again—the room that smelled of blood, fire, and wet leather. Chains hung from the ceiling like spiders waiting to pounce. A rusted grate in the floor whispered of what had already