All Chapters of The One He Chose: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Milan still awake with noise, the stars twinkling like a restless ocean of light. From his hotel suite, Alpha Elias stood mute, hands clasped behind his back. His wolf stirred within, pacing, restless. His mind was consumed by one thought, one name, one soul.Henry.The boy he had once watched from afar, the boy whose was wrongly accused by the late alpha had left the Blue Moon Pack under shadows and shame, was no longer the trembling outcast. He had grown into a man of fire, intellect, and spirit—qualities that Elias knew would make him the perfect Luna, not just for him, but for the future of their people.Elias’s eyes moved as he thought of the past. Evelyn, Henry’s mother, had been cast out by the former Alpha. Exiled like criminals, stripped of their honor, forced into poverty while the pack turned its back on them. Elias remembered being young, watching helplessly as Evelyn carried her child away, Henry clinging to her hand, confusion clouding his face.He had wanted to run af

Even the Greyhaven town was quiet that morning, the news of Henry at the Milan conference reached the town itself. The streets were still damp from the night’s rain, the old brick houses wore their faded paint with stubborn pride, and the whole place wet.And far away from the town, the Blackwood Academy stood like a memory carved in stone. Its ivy-clad walls whispered of generations of students who had walked through its halls, laughed in its classrooms, dreamed in its rooftops. It was here that Henry had once taken shelter, here that his mother Evelyn had found brief respite from the world’s cruelty, here that Principal Adrian had opened the doors to them without question.Now, Adrian sat in his rented hotel, waiting at the Greyhaven town that morning. A newspaper lay open before him by the hotel's receptionist, but his eyes had been fixed on the same headline for over an hour.“Henry Stuns Milan Conference.”In it, a photograph captured Henry at the podium, eyes bright, voice caugh

The ink still smelled fresh.Henry set the gold-plated pen back into its box after signing those contracts, his hand aching from the endless loop of signatures. The table in the private suite was buried in contracts—thick folders stamped with crests, embossed in gold, lined with promises of wealth and power.Harold Walker stood, the Milan street noising around him, his reflection caught in the glass like a man crowned by light. His grin stretched wide. His voice carried the thrill of conquest.“You’ve done it, Henry. More than I dared hope.” He turned, his eyes bright with triumph. “We have secured contracts from Dubai, Zurich, New York, Singapore… Walker Enterprises will not just rise—we’ll dominate.”Henry forced a smile, though his chest felt heavy. His pulse drummed in his ears.“Yes,” he nod. “We’ve secured them all.”But his voice lacked the fire of victory.The suite buzzed with attendants—lawyers, assistants, secretaries from across the globe. Men in suits shook Harold’s hand;

The sound of the jet engines filled the place, a sound that lulled Evelyn into a calmness. She sat near the window, her eyes straight on the endless sweep of clouds. For the first time, her heart felt lighter, even though something pulled at her bones. Greyhaven awaited them, and with it, memories both bitter and sweet. Yet something was different now. She no longer felt like she and her son were returning as exiles. They were returning with honor, with new beginnings, with Harold Walker by their side.Henry sat behind her, next to Harold. His fingers drummed in his thigh, betraying the storm inside him. He had accepted Harold’s confession with honesty, admitting to himself and his mother that he, too, felt something. But the admission didn’t erase the echoes of other voices—Elias’s promise of belonging, Damien Dowell’s fiery intensity, Adrian’s real love that had once sheltered him when the world seemed to have turned its back.Harold glanced sideways, his eyes softening. “You’re awf

Now, going back to his pack of origin, the journey to the Blue Moon packlands began at dawn. Mist hung over the road as Harold’s black car wound through the forest paths leading to their old home—the place Henry had been denied, the place Evelyn had been cast out of in shame. Neither mother nor son spoke much on the way; their silence was full of memory.Harold, though, was composed. His eyes stayed on the road, his heart hit with purpose. “It’s time, the pack needs to see what has been hidden. They need to see you, Henry—not as an exile, not as a boy in the shadows, but as my Luna.”Henry flinched at the word. Luna. The title carried centuries of weight, stories of queens beside Alphas, protectors beside warriors. He had never imagined it tied to his name.Evelyn’s hand trembled in her lap. “Are you certain this is wise?” She asked. “The Blue Moon pack is proud, stubborn. They cast us out without hesitation. Do you think they will welcome Henry now, even as your Luna?” “They won’t h