LOGINIan
I woke up with a clear head and a strange sense of lightness in my chest. The pack felt calmer. More stable. As if a long-standing weakness had finally been cut away. I rose from the bed and dressed, leaving Mira to sleep a little longer. The pack house was already buzzing with activity when I stepped into the main hall. Warriors trained in the courtyard, omegas hurried about their duties, and the air carried the familiar scent of breakfast being prepared. This was how it should be. A commotion near the main gates caught my attention. One of my betas came rushing toward me, his face a mix of excitement and confusion. “Alpha! A royal delegation has arrived from the capital. They carry a golden scroll bearing the Alpha King’s seal.” My eyebrows rose. A golden scroll? That was rare. Only the most important matters warranted such formality. Perhaps my victory over the rogues had finally earned me the recognition I deserved. “Bring them in,” I ordered. The delegation consisted of five stern-looking royal warriors in formal armor, led by a high-ranking emissary. They bowed respectfully as they approached, but their expressions remained neutral. The lead emissary stepped forward, unrolled the golden scroll tied with crimson ribbon with ceremonial precision and began reading aloud in a clear, resonant voice so the entire hall could hear: “By order of His Majesty the Alpha King, Alpha Ian of Shadowveil Pack and his Luna are formally invited to attend the Grand Royal Banquet at the Capital Palace in three days’ time, in celebration of the triumphant return of the long-lost Princess. Your presence is expected and required.” A murmur rippled through the hall as my chest swelled with satisfaction. A royal banquet? This was the recognition I had been waiting for. My victory over the rogues has finally earned me favor at the highest level. The emissary rolled the scroll back and held it out. “Alpha Ian, please kneel to formally accept the King’s invitation.” I moved forward, but my mind was elsewhere, caught on the words and his Luna. The hall seemed to blur for a moment. “Alpha?” the emissary prompted, a note of confusion in his voice. I jerked slightly, snapping back to the present. “Yes. Of course.” I knelt on one knee, accepting the golden scroll with both hands. ““I accept the invitation on behalf of Shadowveil Pack,” I said calmly. “We will be there.” The emissary bowed. “We look forward to your arrival, Alpha. We shall now take our leave.” As soon as the delegation departed, the hall erupted into excited chatter. My beta, Darius, stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Alpha… is everything okay? You seemed lost in thought just now.” I rose to my feet, gripping the scroll tightly. “Everything is fine,” I said curtly. “Prepare the best car and gifts for the journey. We leave for the capital in two days.” Darius nodded, though his eyes lingered on me with mild concern. I turned and headed back upstairs without another word. The moment I pushed open the door to the chambers, Mira stirred awake, sitting up in bed with a sleepy smile. “Baby, where did you go to?” I closed the door behind me and began pacing the room, the golden scroll still clutched in my hand. “A royal delegation arrived this morning. The Alpha King sent an invitation to a Grand Banquet at the capital in three days’ time… celebrating the return of the long-lost Princess.” Mira’s eyes brightened. “That’s good news, isn’t it? The King is finally recognizing your victory.” “Yes, but…” I stopped pacing and looked at her. “The invitation specifically says ‘Alpha Ian and his Luna.’” “So? Is that why you're pacing the room restlessly?” she said as she got out of bed. I stopped pacing. “How can I not, Mira? He specifically invited me and my Luna. Everyone at that banquet will expect to see her. What am I supposed to tell them when they ask where she is?” Mira walked over to me and placed her hands on my chest, looking up at me with those soft, reassuring eyes. “Ian, breathe.” Her voice was gentle, almost soothing. “You’re overthinking this. I am effectively your Luna now. I carry your child, until a few days ago.” She paused, slowly rubbing her belly. “And besides, the pack already sees me as such. Why complicate things?” I shook my head. “It’s not that simple, Mira. Deceiving the Alpha King is treason. If anyone finds out the truth—” “Then don’t tell them the truth,” she cut in smoothly. “Just say your Luna is away on a spiritual journey or something. People disappear for months all the time in our world.” She stepped even closer, her fingers tracing slow circles on my chest. “Besides, my father is very close to several powerful nobles at court. This invitation didn’t come only because of your victory. I made sure your name reached the right ears. This is our moment, Ian. Don’t ruin it with unnecessary guilt.” I looked down at her, the unease in my chest easing slightly under her touch and her words. “You really think we can pull this off?” I asked, my voice quieter now. Mira smiled, beautiful and confident. “I know we can. You are the Alpha of Shadowveil. You just crushed an entire rogue army. No one will dare question you too deeply. And I’ll be right there beside you — exactly where I belong.” She reached up and gently pulled my head down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Let the past stay in the past,” she whispered against my mouth. “Yara is gone. There’s only us now. Only our future.” I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, letting her words wrap around me like a warm blanket. The tension in my shoulders gradually melted away. She was right. Yara was dead and buried in the forest. There was no bringing her back. This banquet was an opportunity, one that could elevate Shadowveil’s status forever. I wrapped my arms around Mira’s waist and held her close. “Alright,” I murmured into her hair. “We’ll do it your way.” The unease was still there, buried deep. But for now, I let her words silence it.IanThe attendant led us down a wide, sunlit corridor lined with ancient tapestries and gleaming marble statues. She stopped before a set of ornate double doors carved with the royal crest and pushed them open with a graceful motion.“These are your quarters for the duration of your stay,” she said warmly, stepping aside to let us enter.The suite was breathtaking. A spacious living area opened into a luxurious bedroom with a massive four-poster bed draped in silk. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the royal gardens, and fresh flowers filled crystal vases on every surface. The air smelled of lavender and polished wood.Mira let out a soft, delighted gasp as she stepped inside, her eyes wide with awe. “Oh, Ian, look at this!” she exclaimed, spinning around the room with girlish delight. She ran her fingers over the embroidered curtains, opened drawers filled with fresh linens, and stepped onto the balcony with a happy giggle. “This is even more beautiful than I imagined. We’re re
IanThe rumors had spread like wildfire through Shadowveil and beyond.Everywhere I turned — in the training fields, during meetings with the elders, even in casual conversations with warriors, the topic was the same: the long-lost Princess and the Grand Banquet being held in her honor. The entire kingdom seemed electrified by her return.I sat in our private living room that evening, the golden scroll resting on the low table in front of me. Mira lounged beside me on the couch, flipping through a catalog of luxury items while sipping herbal tea.“Have you been hearing the stories?” I asked, unable to keep the intrigue from my voice. “They say the Princess is extraordinarily beautiful. Silver hair like moonlight, eyes the color of storm clouds. Graceful, elegant, and kind in a way that makes people remember her years later.”Mira glanced up from her catalog, her expression carefully neutral. “The entire kingdom is obsessed. It’s all anyone can talk about these days.”I leaned ba
YaraThe heavy thud of boots echoed against the stone floor. Ronan instantly stood up, a rare, genuine smile breaking across his otherwise stern face."Ah, he's here," Ronan announced, stepping away from the table. He turned to my father and me, offering a brief, apologetic bow. "Forgive me, father. With the morning drills, I completely forgot to inform you that Alec would be joining us for breakfast today.""Alec?" I repeated, the name slipping from my lips before I could stop it.I looked toward the doorway, and my heart completely stopped. My breath trapped itself in my throat.Standing there, dressed in a sharp, dark military uniform that bore the crest of a powerful general, was the young man from the hospital. The stranger I had collided with. The one who had picked up my ultrasound from the floor."Yara, allow me to introduce my closest friend and one of our most powerful generals, Alec," Ronan said, completely oblivious to the sudden, icy dread paralyzing my limbs. "Alec
YaraThe impact knocked me backward. The printed ultrasound, the prescription, and my bag slipped from my grip, scattering across the polished linoleum floor."Oh, I'm so sorry!" a male voice apologized.My heart hammered against my ribs. I didn't look up at him. Desperate to hide my face, I dropped directly to my knees and began frantically sweeping the papers together with trembling hands.The young man crouched down beside me to help. His fingers closed around the glossy piece of photo paper that had slid the furthest away. He picked up the ultrasound image, his eyes dropping to the unmistakable shape printed on it.A warm, genuine smile broke across his face as he held it out to me. "Looks like you're expecting a baby. Congratulations."Panic flared into pure survival instinct. I snatched the image roughly out of his hand, jammed it into my cloak alongside the other papers, and scrambled to my feet. Leaving him confused on the floor behind me, I burst through the hospital do
YaraThe city hospital smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. I kept my hood low and scarf high as I approached the reception desk, my heart hammering against my ribs. No one here knew who I was, but I still needed to be careful. The receptionist, a tired-looking woman in her forties, barely glanced up from her computer. “Purpose of visit?”I swallowed, my throat dry. “Ultrasound test.”She typed something quickly, then handed me a clipboard with forms. “Fill these out. Take a seat over there. We’ll call you when it’s your turn.”I nodded, found a long row of metal chairs in the crowded waiting area, and sat down. The chair was hard and cold against my back. Around me, people coughed, flipped through old magazines, or stared blankly at their phones. The air tasted faintly of disinfectant and anxiety. I kept my head down, filling out the fake name and details with shaking hands.Ti
_Flashback_ The night before Ian left for the rogue campaignI sat on the edge of our bed, arms wrapped around my knees, watching Ian pack the last of his things. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, but it did nothing to warm the cold dread in my chest.“You’re really leaving tomorrow,” I whispered, voice thick.Ian turned from his bag and sighed, walking over to me. He knelt in front of me, large hands resting on my thighs.“I’ll be back soon, love,” he said gently, rubbing soothing circles on my skin. “It’s just a mission. A chance to prove myself to the Alpha King. I’ll return victorious.”I shook my head, tears already stinging my eyes. “You don’t understand. Every time you leave, I feel like part of me goes with you. What if something happens? What if—”“Hey, hey.” He cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the first falling tears. “Stop sulking like this. I’ll be fine. I always come back to you, don’t I?”I wasn’t having it. The tears came faster. “You say that every t
RonanThe council chamber was thick with the scent of aged parchment and flickering torchlight. I sat at the head of the long oak table, jaw clenched as the elders droned on about border skirmishes and grain shortages. My mind, however, was miles away with Yara. It had been two long months since he
YaraChaos erupted in seconds.Mira’s screams pierced the night, raw and desperate, drawing guards and maids from their quarters like moths to a flame. I stood frozen in the guesthouse doorway, my hands still outstretched from where I had tried to catch her. Blood pooled beneath her on the stone p
YaraI stood frozen in the middle of our once-beautiful bedroom, the scent of roses now turning my stomach. Ian’s words hung in the air like smoke after a wildfire; thick, choking, and impossible to ignore.“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together. “You’re kicking me
YaraI smoothed the deep crimson silk over our bed for the third time, my fingers lingering on the petals I had scattered across it. Red roses — his favorite. The entire room smelled of lavender and vanilla, the candles flickering softly in the golden afternoon light streaming through the windo







