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
Mariam gave a warm nod. “May she bring you strength and clarity, Beta.”But then her gaze narrowed slightly, and she tilted her head. “And where is her pack from, dear? Surely not from any of our neighboring alliances. We’d have heard the talk.”The smile on his lips faltered.Adam hesitated for a beat, the smile on his lips faltering."She... she’s not from any pack. She’s human."Silence.Dead silence.A ripple of surprise moved through the elders. Some leaned back in shock, others exchanged uncertain glances."Human?" Elder Corin echoed. "You mean she's not turned yet?"Adam shook his head. "No. She's fully human. I met her on a business trip to Texas a year ago. It was... unexpected. I didn’t recognize the bond at first, but... over time, it became undeniable."Reuben exchanged glances with Mariam. “A human mate for a Beta is... unusual,” he said cautiously.“It’s not just unusual,” Caleb said. “It’s risky. Humans are vulnerable. In times of conflict, she becomes a target.”Elder T
After the meeting with the elders, Beta Adam returned straight to the pack house. As he stepped through the wide front doors, the scent of roasted chicken and fresh bread hit him, mingled with the faint chatter and laughter echoing down the hallway.He barely made it past the common room before a voice called out.“Beta Adam!” one of the pack teenagers shouted, bounding toward him.Adam turned just in time to catch a soccer ball being lobbed in his direction. He caught it easily with one hand, smirking. “Still trying to take me down, huh?”Another teen popped up behind the first. “You promised you'd help us plan the training routes for the tournament!”“And stay for dinner!” a girl added quickly, already tugging at his jacket sleeve. “Mira made that spicy stew you like.”Adam chuckled, loosening his tie with a shake of his head. “You lot don’t give up, do you?”“Nope,” they chimed together, grinning.He gave in with a sigh that wasn’t entirely reluctant. “Fine. Dinner. But just dinner
FLASHBACK TWO YEARS AGOHis mind wandered back, two years ago, to the trip he had never wanted to take."Come on, Adam," Alpha Liam had said, tossing a manila folder onto his desk. "You’re the only one who can finalize this deal. You’ve got the charm, the brains, and the patience I clearly lack. Texas isn’t going to bite."Adam had groaned, already buried under a pile of logistics for the upcoming winter solstice gathering. "You’re the Alpha. Just flash your scary face and sign the contract."Liam had smirked. "Exactly why I’m not going."So Adam had gone. Begrudgingly. He'd flown out to Austin, spent the afternoon checking into a sleek downtown hotel, and prepared himself for what he assumed would be a mind-numbing dinner with a client who collected rare books and spoke in long-winded metaphors.That evening, dressed in a tailored navy blazer and nursing a dull headache, Adam had wandered from the hotel early, looking to kill time before dinner. The air was warm, the sun dipping lazi
He smiled after he ended the call with Sandra, his heart filled with an unspoken joy at how everything had unfolded. The quiet hum of contentment settled over him like a warm blanket, his chest rising and falling with a rare sense of peace. After months of delicate conversations, cautiously hoping, and silent prayers to the Moon Goddess, things were finally aligning. Sandra would get to meet his people—his world, his family, the place that shaped the man he had become. And in turn, they would meet her, the woman who held his heart so gently yet so firmly, as if she’d always known how to carry it. He let out a breath, slow and steady, the corners of his mouth lifting again in a smile that wouldn’t leave. His parents had not objected either—a fact that did not surprise him. He had never truly feared their disapproval. They had always trusted his judgment, had always known that he didn’t offer his heart lightly. Their quiet acceptance had been another affirmation, a thread of reassurance
The wedding had concluded hours ago—glorious, heart-swelling, and perfect in every way. The garden had slowly emptied as the guests, pack leaders, and visiting dignitaries took their leave, returning to their assigned quarters in the expansive estate.Laughter still echoed faintly in the distance, mingling with the crackle of torches and the gentle rustle of evening wind. But not all was tranquil.Alpha Renwick, lingered in the west wing where the Garvalles had been quartered. With an almost careless charm, he leaned against the open doorway of Mrs. Garvalle’s room."You haven’t aged a day since I last saw you," Renwick said smoothly, his voice low and suggestive.Mrs. Garvalle arched a brow at him but did not turn him away. "You’re still terrible at lying, Renwick," she said with a small, amused smile. “But I’ll accept the compliment. It’s been a long day. Shouldn’t you be on your way?”“Perhaps,” he replied, a hint of mischief in his smile. “But your company is far more refreshing 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