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
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
Daniella’s Point of View Liam is my mate. But I wasn’t his. The thought had carved itself into my mind like a wound that refused to heal, raw and stinging no matter how many years passed. Ten years. Ten years of loving him in silence, enduring his indifference and callousness. Ten years of my heart beating for a man who would never truly be mine, of chasing shadows, holding onto fleeting moments, and pretending it didn't hurt every time I saw him smile at someone else.After a stroke of faith, I got a job as Liam's secretary, and for seven years, I became a shadow at his side, his ever-loyal secretary, his secret lover when he felt like it. **************The morning air was crisp as I stepped into the Garvalle Holdings towering headquarters, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The receptionist gave me a quick, pitying glance—an expression I had grown used to. They all knew. Everyone in this building had seen how Liam treated me. I tugged at the hem of my blous
Chapter 2 Daniella’s POV I stood frozen for what seemed like a lifetime before Matilda's syrupy voice filled the air. “Ah, the coffee,” she purred. “How thoughtful.” her gaze never left me, her eyes glinted with something venomous beneath the veil of a practiced smileI ignored her tone and placed the tray on the table beside her. My hand had barely left the cup when Matilda suddenly stood, her chair screeching backward. Her foot wobbled theatrically, and the next moment, her shriek pierced the air.The tray tilted, spilling its contents. Most of the hot coffee splashed onto my leg, the searing pain making my breath catch. But Matilda clutched her arm “Oh!” she yelped, stumbling into me, blinking rapidly as if on the verge of tears. “I know you don’t like me, but this is too much. Bullying me like this?” her eyes wide with feigned innocence. My lips parted, words of protest bubbling up, but Liam’s head snapped up from his phone. His eyes zeroed in on Matilda’s reddened hand, a
#Chapter 3Daniella’s Point of ViewThe morning rain only dampened my spirit and made me want to stay in bed and nurse my wounds. My stomach churned, a deep, uneasy ache that hadn’t left me for days. I sat on the edge of the bed, debating whether to call in sick. I could barely stand the thought of facing Liam today—or his sister, Jessica, who always seemed to be lurking nearby.But calling out wasn’t an option. Liam wouldn’t understand. He’d see it as a weakness, an inconvenience. The idea of his disapproval made my stomach twist even more. I couldn’t risk it. Not now. Not when I had so much to lose. It was at times like this that I yearned for a family, being an orphan and alone in this world had never been so gut-wrenching as it was lately, I feel lost, alone, and afraid.When I arrived at the office, the air felt off, heavier than usual. Conversations stopped abruptly as I walked past, eyes darting away too quickly, as though they were caught red-handed. My instincts were alarmed,
Daniella’s POV “Well,” she said, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Isn’t this cozy?”Her lips curved into a wry smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Daniella,” she said, her voice dripping with feigned warmth. “I thought I’d find you here.”“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Her smile widened. “I think the better question is: What are you doing here? Because whatever game you’re playing, Daniella, it ends now.”“What do you mean, ‘it ends now?’” My voice was steady, but I could feel my hands trembling by my sides.Matilda took a step closer, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “You know exactly what I mean, Daniella.” Her voice was sweet, almost mocking. “Liam and I are going to be mated soon. It’s been decided. The grandest wedding, the most lavish mate ceremony. Everyone is thrilled. And, well…” She trailed off, her gaze flickering to my stomach.“What?” My chest tightened as dread spread through me.“We can’t have any… c
Chapter 5 Daniella’s POV The knock on the door felt distant, almost surreal, as though it was coming from a world far removed from my reality. My body felt light and I felt pain all over as I lay sprawled on the cold floor. “Daniella? Are you in there?” I wanted to answer, but my lips wouldn’t move, and my voice wouldn’t come. Another knock came, it was louder this time, then followed by the jangle of keys. I heard the lock click, then the sound of the door creaking open.I heard Grace gasp and her footsteps hurrying as she rushed to my side.“Daniella!” she cried, dropping to her knees beside me. Her hands cupped my face, tilting it gently to look at her. “What happened to you?”I blinked at her, my vision blurring with unshed tears. “Grace…” My voice was barely a whisper.“You look awful!” she scolded, though her voice cracked with emotion. “How long have you been like this? You didn’t answer my calls, and I just knew something was wrong.” She shook her head, her braid swinging
Chapter 6:Daniella’s POV Liam’s text had been brief. “Urgent. Meet me at the Royal Crescent Hotel, Room 514.”For almost a week now, I have avoided him, ignored his calls, and buried myself in anything I could lay my hands on, hoping it would drown out the memories of him—and the child I lost. But here he was, summoning me with a single word like I was still tethered to his whims. My thumb hovered over the screen, torn between deleting the message and replying. I’d told myself I was done with him. My resignation letter had been my final declaration of independence. But old habits die hard, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the hotel room door, I hesitated, my hand poised over the doorknob. This was a mistake. I should leave.But the door opened before I could knock. Liam stood there, his gray eyes locking onto mine like a predator who had just cornered his prey.“Daniella,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, yet underpinned with an edge that sent a shiver down my
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