Matilda sat across from Liam in his study, her manicured nails tapping rhythmically against the polished oak desk. She was dressed immaculately, as always, her emerald-green dress hugging her curves, her blonde hair cascading in perfect waves. A woman who knew the power of appearances."I’m going to Paris," she announced, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.Liam, who had been reading over some pack documents, barely glanced up. "For what?"Matilda’s smirk deepened. "To get my Luna gown, of course. And the jewelry to match. I will not be wearing anything less than perfection for my ceremony."Liam exhaled, setting down the paper in his hand. "You could find a dress here. We have designers—"She scoffed. "In this town? Please. The future Luna of the Hollow Pack deserves the best. And that means the fashion houses of Paris, not some local seamstress who stitches prom dresses."Liam studied her for a moment. He was a man of few words, but Matilda could see the irritation flickering in
The low hum of the pilot’s voice crackled through the cabin speakers."Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into New York. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing."Matilda stirred from her slumber, groggy from the indulgences of the previous night. Her temples pulsed with the dull ache of too much champagne, too little sleep, and an overdose of self-satisfaction.Jane, ever the dutiful maid, hovered close, waiting for instructions."We’ll be landing soon, Ms Matilda," she said softly.Matilda let out a sigh, stretching before running her fingers through her slightly tousled golden curls."I need to change," she muttered, rubbing her tired eyes. "I refuse to step foot in New York looking anything less than spectacular.""Fetch my gold sequin dress. The one with the slit," she ordered, her voice slightly hoarse from the night of partying in Paris. Jane scrambled to retrieve the garment from the carry-on.Matilda’s movements were meticulous as she reapplied her
The day of the Luna ceremony arrived with the first golden rays of the morning sun stretching across the Hollow Pack’s vast lands. It was a day steeped in history, one that had been celebrated for centuries in honor of the mate chosen to stand beside the Alpha, to bring unity, strength, and prosperity to the pack.The venue had been prepared days in advance, set before the sacred Moon Goddess Shrine, a towering marble structure veined with silver, standing proudly in the heart of the pack's sacred grounds. The shrine was built centuries ago by the ancestors, honoring the divine spirit that guided their kind. It was a place of reverence, surrounded by towering oak trees, their gnarled roots pushing through the earth like the veins of time itself. A river ran nearby, its waters glistening like liquid silver under the light of the sun. Ancient symbols, carved deep into the shrine's stone walls, whispered of prosperity, fertility, and the unbreakable bond between mates.For generations, t
The ceremony had reached its climax. The sacred vows had been spoken, and Matilda now stood beside Liam as the official Luna of the Hollow Pack. A hush had settled over the congregation as they waited fr their alpha to speak.Alpha Liam, stoic as ever, took a step forward and addressed the gathered pack. His voice, deep and authoritative, carried over the sea of faces, each member standing in respectful formation before the Moon Goddess Shrine.“I want to thank you all for your loyalty and dedication to our pack,” Liam said, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. “It is through your hard work, resilience, and unity that we have remained strong. The Hollow Pack has thrived because of its people, and I expect that strength to continue.”A roar of approval erupted from the crowd, chants of “Alpha Liam” ringing through the night as the pack clapped and howled in solidarity. The moment was powerful, a show of devotion to their leader, their alpha. But then, Liam turned to Matilda and gestured
The past few weeks had been nothing short of a dream Daniella never dared to hope for. She and Dalton had started seeing each other more often, their meetings gradually shifting from coincidental encounters to planned outings. At first she was wary at first. Her heart had known only pain for so long, it was strange to let someone in. But Dalton—he was patient, understanding, and he never pushed her beyond what she was ready for. Instead, he remained steadfast by her side, giving her space to heal, but never letting her feel alone.He had a way of making everything feel easy—like she wasn’t the woman who had been heartbroken, abandoned, and forced to rebuild herself from the ground up. Instead, he made her feel like a woman who deserved to be cherished.From cozy dinners at quiet restaurants to spontaneous coffee runs where he’d tease her about her obsession with vanilla lattes, their time together had become the highlight of Daniella’s days. Sophie adored him too, clinging to him eve
The moment Liam and Matilda entered their chambers after the Luna ceremony, Liam's jaw clenched in irritation. The evening had been meant to solidify their leadership before the pack, to inspire confidence in the future under their rule. Instead, Matilda had turned it into a spectacle of vanity and arrogance.Matilda, still in her extravagant gown, lounged on the velvet chaise, her lips pursed in a pout. She turned to face Liam, eyes filled with indignation."I can't believe you did that to me!" Matilda whined, her voice sharp and petulant. "In front of everyone! You snatched the mic away like I was some fool who didn't know how to speak. You embarrassed me, Liam!" She stomped her foot, her face flushed with indignant rage.Liam exhaled slowly, his patience hanging by a thread. He turned to face her fully, his jaw tight, eyes dark with frustration. "You embarrassed yourself, Matilda," he said, voice low and firm. "Do you even hear yourself? Calling our people ‘servants’? Laughing at t
The journey back from the omega camp was made in uncomfortable silence. Liam sat stiffly, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He had never felt so frustrated in his life. Matilda, on the other hand, lounged in her seat, inspecting her nails with disinterest, as if she had merely endured a boring luncheon rather than displayed a disgraceful lack of leadership.As soon as the car pulled up to the packhouse, Matilda swung the door open and stepped out with an exaggerated sigh. "Finally," she drawled, stretching as if she had been through a physically exhausting ordeal. "That was utterly horrendous."Liam slammed his door shut, fists tightening at his sides. "Horrendous?" he echoed, his voice dangerously low. "You didn’t even step inside. You stood there, sneering at them like they were beneath you."Matilda turned to face him, her expression impassive. "They are beneath me, Liam," she said, as if stating the obvious. "I am Luna and the daughter of the Alpha of Range pack. My presence w
The elders of Hollow Pack gathered slowly in the grand council chamber. A few paused by the long table to pour themselves tea from the silver pot placed there, while others settled into their seats with the weariness of those who had seen too much drama in too little time."Another meeting? So soon?" Elder Miriam muttered as she adjusted her shawl. She took a seat with a slow sigh. "I swear, if this is another incident involving our dear Luna Matilda, I might actually consider retiring."Elder Jonas chuckled, taking the seat beside her. "I second that. Last week it was her screaming at the kitchen staff because the caviar was on the wrong toast. Before that, she stormed out of training grounds because someone called her 'Miss' instead of 'Luna.'"Elder Ruth snorted as she shuffled in with her cane. "You forgot the flower incident. The one where she threw a tantrum because the omegas didn’t decorate her chamber with blue orchids.""Blue orchids in spring?" Elder Thomas asked, settling
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
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