All Chapters of The One He Chose: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Blessing of the MoonThe Blue Moon Pack had always been a land of pride, tradition, and resilience. From its expansive forests to the crystal rivers that wound through its lands, the pack lived under the ancient blessings of the Moon Goddess. Yet, rarely had there been a day so charged with emotion, so heavy with destiny, as when Harold Walker brought Henry back to the pack grounds—not as an exile, not as a lost son, but as his chosen Luna.The next day, the whispers traveled from wolf to wolf, carried on the morning mist. “He’s back… Henry has returned,” they murmured. “The boy who once lived in exile. The boy who made the human world speak his name. Now he comes as Harold’s Luna.”For many wolves, disbelief clashed with wonder. Some carried bitterness, old prejudices that Henry and Evelyn had once been tainted by shame. Others, however, carried awe—the kind that only legends inspired. For they had seen Henry rise from nothing, seen his name cut across Milan, seen billionaires a

The Return to Blackwood Academy The whole of Greyhaven town boom with gossip, the murmurs of Henry’s choice still echoing through cafés, streets, and markets. Yet for Henry, the true test of his decision was not in the whispers of Greyhaven or the roars of wolves in Blue Moon, nor even in the silence of Damien Dowell’s skyscraper. It was here, in the heart of his past—at Blackwood Academy. For years, Blackwood had been the crucible of Henry’s struggle, the stage on which he had played the role of exile’s son, invisible boy, survivor. It was also the place where Principal Adrian had opened a door when all others were shut, offering shelter, education, and dignity. If Milan had given him glory, and Blue Moon recognition, then Blackwood would give him something even greater: closure. That morning, Henry, Harold, and Evelyn prepared in the mansion. Harold adjusted his tie in the mirror, though his wolf instincts told him the day would be weightier than the others. Evelyn wore a blue

The Greyhaven where whispers of exile and betrayal had colored the city’s gossip before, now the name Harold’s Interpress dominated every conversation, every headline, every digital feed. Yet even more remarkable than the company’s rise was the figure at its heart—Henry.It was no longer just Harold Walker’s company. Though Harold remained its Alpha in spirit, it was Henry’s fingerprints that were everywhere: in the vision, in the policies, in the way the corporation breathed. Reporters wrote of him as if he were some kind of phenomenon—“the exiled wolf who rewrote the destiny of Greyhaven’s economy.” Business journals chronicled his innovations with awe. Rivals wanted to know his strategies, trying to decipher how a young man, once discarded by his own pack, could now sit at the top of one of the most formidable enterprises in the world.Henry, for his part, bore it with humility. He remembered too clearly what it felt like to be voiceless, powerless, unseen. That memory guided every

The rain had fallen throughout the night in Greyhaven, washing the streets clean and leaving behind a morning wrapped in mist. From the balcony of their house, Henry could see the city blinking awake, headlights crawling along the wet asphalt, office towers shimmering the dawn. The world looked fresh and reborn.Yet inside Harold Walker’s heart, the weight of the memory is heavy.He sat in his chair, an open book resting in his lap though he wasn’t reading it. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the fire that snapped and hissed in the hearth, brighten the whole walls. His thoughts were not on the present, but on the past—on faces that no longer smiled at him, on voices that had once sworn loyalty only to twist into betrayal.Henry entered the office, carrying two mugs of coffee. His instincts told him Harold was lost in reverie, and he placed the mugs on the desk before sitting in front him.“You’re brooding again,” Henry teased, sitting his cup down.Harold’s eyes shifted, softening when

The world had barely recovered from Evelyn’s interview when news broke that her son, Henry, had agreed to his own. If Evelyn’s words had shaken the foundations of the whole of Greyhaven, Henry’s would ignite the flames of speculation, passion, and controversy that had been smoldering for months.The press was ravenous. The Greyhaven Daily Press, international business networks, supernatural journals, and even gossip outlets demanded his attention. In the end, Henry chose a single stage—Global Voice Network, a media house that broadcast worldwide and carried weight both among humans and wolves.The studio was immaculate. White lights framed the stage like a halo. Henry sat in a navy suit, his posture elegant but determined. He exuded a kind of poised magnetism, not just the beauty of a young man but the authority of someone who had lived through fire and emerged with purpose.In his front, another interviewer sat, a respected journalist known for her fairness and incisive questioning.