The mansion was hushed, its halls. As he made his way through the corridor toward their shared quarters, Dalton loosened his collar, his thoughts already turning to her, her voice, her warmth, the steady anchor she’d become in his world.Their bedroom was dimly lit. The gentle scent of lavender hung in the air, mingling with Daniella’s own. She was already beneath the covers, her hair loose across the pillow like dark silk. She turned slightly as he entered, her eyes heavy with sleep but still alert, as though she’d been waiting for him.“You’re late,” she murmured, her voice wrapped in concern.“I know,” Dalton said, stripping off his coat and draping it over the nearby armchair. “Council ran long. Then the paperwork. You know how it is.”He slipped into bed beside her, the warmth of her body welcoming him home in a way no place ever truly had. Daniella rested her head on his shoulder, one hand instinctively placed on his chest, right above his heart.He pressed a kiss to her hairlin
The Riverdale Pack Council MeetingAlpha Dalton sat at the dining table, a steaming cup of black coffee in one hand and a half-eaten croissant on the plate before him. Across from him sat his father, Alpha Reid, reading the day's security report with furrowed brows.Dalton cleared his throat lightly, setting his cup down. "Father, I’d like to speak with the council this afternoon."Reid looked up from the paper, arching a brow. “Council? What for?”Dalton leaned forward slightly, his tone steady but resolute. “It’s about the annual rounds. I want to begin preparations to visit the fealty packs under our banner—and those we’ve allied with. It’s time we reaffirm our ties.”Reid gave a thoughtful nod, folding the paper and setting it aside. “Good. Very good. That’s long overdue. Call the meeting for this afternoon, then. The council should hear it straight from you.”**************Alpha Dalton sat facing his father, flanked on either side by his Beta and Gamma. The elders, six of them,
RIVERDALE PACKIt was the second morning after their wedding, and the world felt impossibly serene. Daniella wore a soft grey sweater, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, she walked beside Dalton, her fingers intertwined with his, still adjusting to the strange and beautiful weight of the wedding band that now adorned her finger. Dalton walked with easy confidence, the gait an Alpha possessed without trying too hard. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions—joy, exhaustion, and beneath it all, a steady thrum of something she couldn’t name. Contentment, perhaps. Or maybe, the quiet beginning of peace.They had decided to take a quiet walk through the ancestral lands of the Riverdale Pack, now that the noise and pomp of the celebration had faded. The trail took them past the old stone arch where generations of Alphas had pledged loyalty to the land, and toward a sun-dappled glade filled with wildflowers.“I still can’t believe we’re married,” Daniella murmured, brushing her
The car slowed as it pulled up to the Garvalle estate.Alpha Liam exited first, his jaw clenched tight, his expression stormy despite the calm weather. His mother followed closely behind, silent and composed, though a strange tightness pressed behind her eyes.They walked inside silently, climbing the stairs to her private sitting room. It was one of the older wings of the house, quieter and warmer than the more modern, sterile parts of the estate. The room smelled faintly of rosewood and lavender—of memories.Ms. Garvalle moved purposefully toward a tall armoire in the corner. She opened it and began rifling through the lower drawers, finally pulling out a large, worn leather-bound album with faded corners and gold embossing on the spine.“Come sit,” she said softly, placing the album down on the coffee table. Liam joined her on the couch, his broad shoulders tense, his brow furrowed in irritation rather than curiosity.The first page flipped open, revealing a photo of two toddlers—J
Alpha Czar and Luna Arya stood near the waiting vehicle that would return them to their pack. Arya smiled faintly as she tucked a loose strand of her golden hair behind her ear. “It’s strange, Czar,” she murmured, glancing back toward the pack house. “I initially did not want to come, and now that it is time to leave, I already feel nostalgic.”Czar turned toward her, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile. “Alpha Reid has indeed been a good host.”They had barely spoken the words when a tall figure approached them. It was Beta Elric, Dalton’s second-in-command.“Alpha Czar,” he said with a respectful bow of his head. “Alpha Dalton requests a private word with you before you depart—if you’d be so kind.”Czar lifted an eyebrow, surprised. “A private word? With me?”Elric nodded. “Yes, sir. He asked that I escort you personally.”Czar glanced at Arya, who gave him a soft nod of encouragement. “Go,” she said. “I’ll wait here.”The drive to Dalton’s private office was short but quie
Alpha Reid and Luna Maeve, as the proud parents of the groom, make an intentional decision to visit their esteemed guests where they were quartered before they leave for their various homes. It was important to them that they thank them personally for making the journey to their packs and honouring them by attending their son's wedding. Sophie had insisted on joining them, throwing a tantrum when Daniella refused. “I want to say thank you, too,” she had said with wide, innocent eyes. “Because they came to see my mommy and Dalton get married.”After the statement, neither Daniella nor Dalton's parents could refuse her.They made their way to the west wing of the pack with Sophie skipping with innocent delight, holding on tight to Luna Maeve's hands.As soon as they reached the building, Luna Maeve knelt and brushed a loose curl from Sophie’s cheek. “You’ll help us thank the guests, sweetheart?”Sophie nodded solemnly, puffing out her chest. “I’m very good at thanking people. Mama say
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