STACY. Next morning, the first thing I notice is the tantalizing aroma of food drifting through the air, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I let out a soft, contented moan, my body stretching languidly against the soft sheets. “Jay, whatever is cooking smells heavenly.” With a lazy smile, I reach out to the other side of the bed, my hand searching for Jason. But my fingers meet only cool, empty sheets, and my eyes flutter open. Confusion and a flicker of panic seize me as I sit upright. Jason isn't besides me. Where is he? The question gnaws at my mind, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, a terrible thought flashes through me. Did he leave after making love to me? I scan the room, my eyes stopping on the side table. There’s a single red rose resting on a folded note. My fingers tremble as I pick it up, unfolding it slowly. The bold handwriting is instantly recognizable, and I can’t help but smile. [Good morning, cupcake. I didn’t have the heart to wake yo
JASON. “Dad, what’s going on? I hear something… is everyone okay?” Stacy asks again when Dad doesn't respond with her eyebrows drawing together. I move closer, the faint commotion on the other end catching my attention too. My gut tightens, instincts flaring. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry about my dear,” Dad says, his tone steady but dismissive. “Just some kids fooling around with fireworks near the lake. Everything is fine.” I don’t buy it. “Dad, are you sure that’s all?” I press, my voice sharp. “It sounded more serious than fireworks.” I hear Dad sigh, a slight chuckle in his response. “Jason, it’s the usual teenage nonsense. If it were anything serious, do you think I’d still be on the phone with you? Relax, son. Enjoy your time with Stacy. You’ve worked hard enough for your weekend trip away.” I clench my jaw, every instinct telling me to push harder, but I force myself to let it go—for now. “Fine. But if anything changes, call me immediately. I mean it.” "Of course,
JASON. The stack of paperwork on my desk seems to grow by the minute, but I can’t focus on any of it. My mind keeps wandering back to Stacy. It’s been a week since we officially got back together, and I swear, every second apart feels like torture. The way she laughs, the way her eyes light up when she’s happy—it’s all I think about. I lean back in my chair, the pen in my hand forgotten, and pull out my phone for what must be the tenth time today. I type out a message, unable to help myself. Me: [When are you going to let me mark you again?] The moment I hit send, I smirk to myself, imagining the blush that always creeps up her cheeks when I tease her like this. A minute passes, then two. My phone buzzes, and I snatch it up eagerly. Stacy: [Hmm, I’m still thinking about it. Why? Do you miss being connected to me that much?] I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. She always knows how to keep me on my toes. Me: [You have no idea how much I miss you. I can’t stop thinking a
HANNAH. I lean over the sink in the hospital bathroom, gripping the edges as another wave of nausea crashes over me. My stomach churns, and I barely make it to the toilet before retching. My throat burns as I sit back on my heels, trying to catch my breath. This isn’t normal. I’ve been queasy for days, but this…this is worse. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and I groan inwardly. Of course, someone had to walk in now. “Hannah?” It’s Claire, my colleague and friend. Her footsteps echo on the tile floor as she approaches. “Are you okay?” I glance up at her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m fine,” I say weakly. “Probably something I ate.” Claire narrows her eyes, her arms crossing over her chest. “Something you ate? Or…something else?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, frowning as I get to my feet. She tilts her head, studying me. “You’re pale, nauseous, and—no offense—kind of a hormonal mess lately. Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” The laugh that es
STACY. “Hannah's definitely hiding something...” I mutter to myself as I lean against the cold wall of the hospital hallway, letting out a long sigh. Relief had washed over me knowing Alpha John was stable, but my mind kept circling back to Hannah who acted totally strange a few moments ago. I could have sworn I heard it—faint, but distinct second heartbeat within her. The moment plays on repeat in my mind: Hannah explaining Alpha John’s condition while a steady, rhythmic thump seemed to echo softly beneath her own. And then, the positive pregnancy test fell from her pocket. Her rushed explanation... It doesn't add up. “Hannah isn’t telling me the truth.” I shake my head, trying to push the thought away, but the unease lingers. 'Well, if Hannah is pregnant, she’ll tell us when she’s ready,' my wolf interjects, her calm voice nudging me to be patient. I exhale deeply, hoping that day comes sooner rather than later. We used to share everything—our thoughts, our dreams, ou
HANNAH. (Hours later) The tires of my car crunch on the gravel road as I approach the Blue Moon pack’s borders, the early morning sun barely illuminating the dense forest surrounding me. My stomach churns with anxiety, the weight of my decision pressing down on my chest. I grip the steering wheel tighter, replaying how I’ll tell Daniel about the pregnancy in person since he hasn't picked up any of my call since last night. Will he be happy? Angry? Indifferent? When I reach the entrance, two hulking warriors step out from the shadows, their gazes sharp and unwelcoming. One of them raises a hand, signaling me to stop. “Stop there! Who are you, and what’s your business here?” His voice is clipped, and tone screaming suspicion. “I’m Dr. Hannah Wood from midnight pack,” I reply, forcing calm into my voice. “I’m here to see Alpha Daniel Black, I'm sure you have seen me around when I come to visit with Alpha Barron.” They exchange a glance before one of them mutters into what
HANNAH “Roxanne, we’ve talked about this,” Daniel says, his tone weary. He shrugs off her hand, stepping away. “You’re not my fiancée. We’ve been over this.” She glares at him, her nostrils flaring. “Not your fiancee??? Oh Daniel, but we both know it’s what’s best for the pack. Everyone expects it, and you can’t just keep running from it.” I clench my fists, my voice trembling with anger. “Daniel, what the hell is going on? Are you engaged or not?” I snap angrily. Daniel turns to me, his expression pleading. “Hannah, it’s not what it looks like. Roxanne and I—” “Don’t you dare,” Roxanne interrupts, stepping between us. “Don’t you dare downplay what we are.” I’ve had enough. My hands shake as I glare at Daniel. “You know what? Maybe this was a mistake. Clearly, you have things to figure out, and I don’t have time to play games.” Daniel’s eyes widen. “Hannah, wait. Don’t go. I can explain everything—” But I’m already turning toward the door, my heart pounding and my vision blur
JASON. (Meanwhile in midnight pack) It's morning and the intoxicating scent of my mate Stacy sleeping next to me hits my nose, I immediately feel my shaft grow hard that I can't resist to trace slow patterns on her bare skin, feeling her stir at my touch, she moans softly, "Morning love, " before turning over to face me. "Morning indeed, where did we stop last night?" I ask, smiling as our eyes meet. My fingers travel down to her lower belly, then to the top of her thigh. “You were telling me about how additive of a drug I am to you,” Stacy looks into my eyes, her breath hitching slightly as my hand comes closer to the junction between her thighs. Her gaze flickers downwards for a moment before returning to lock onto mine. “Ah, that's true. Now I'm craving for a dose of my medicine before I begin my day,” I lean in and capture Stacy's lips, teasing her tongue with mine while my fingers lightly stroke the soft folds of her pussy. She responds eagerly to my kisses, letting
HANNAH.Minutes later, the dining room is filled with the comforting aroma of fresh pastries and freshly brewed coffee. I savor the quiet moment with Daniel, relishing the way his gaze holds mine, as though nothing else in the world matters.“Do you think your pack will ever get used to me?” I tease, stirring honey into my tea, my tone light but curious.Daniel chuckles, the deep timbre of his laugh sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “They will, once they realize how amazing you are. If they don’t, that’s their problem, not yours.”“But what do you think so far?” he asks, his fingers brushing mine across the table, the touch deliberate yet gentle.“It’s different,” I admit with a small smile, though the weight of the weird stares and notes I received earlier still lingers. “But I think I could find my place here... if I became your mate.” I joke and Daniel chuckles lightly .“Good answer,” he replies, his voice low and reassuring, his eyes locking onto mine. “You already belong
HANNAH. (meanwhile in Blue Moon) The first rays of sunlight seep through the curtains, spilling a soft, golden light across the room. My body feels pleasantly achy, a tender reminder of the endless passion Daniel and I shared in the past two days cooked up in his room since we arrived here. I shift carefully, trying not to wake him, but as I glance over my shoulder, I see him still deep in sleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way that makes my heart ache a little. ‘I think you know it's about time we tell him about the pregnancy, Hannah,’ my wolf says via mind link but I'm not mentally ready, so I ignore her and slip out of bed, my bare feet padding across the cool floor. The slight chill sends a shiver up my spine as I make my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I flick on the light and lean against the sink, staring at my reflection. My cheeks are flushed, my hair a tousled mess, and yet, there’s something different about me. A glow I don’t quite recognize. My hand
STACY. ‘Marry me again!?’ The words take my breath away. Oh my Goddess. That's why he's been acting strange all evening. He wanted to proposal... My heart pounds wildly as I struggle to steady my racing pulse. “What?” I whisper, my anger evaporating in an instant. Jason doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walks to the dresser where his suit hangs, reaching into the pocket. When he turns back to me, he’s holding a familiar tiny box. My breath catches as he steps closer, dropping to one knee in front of me. “I wanted to do this tonight, during the grand opening, when everything was perfect,” he says, opening the box to reveal the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. “But then everything fell apart, and I let my frustration get the better of me.” “Jason…” My voice trembles as I take in the sight of him kneeling there, his eyes locked on mine. “Stacy,” he says, his voice steady despite the emotion in his gaze. “I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want to doubt us. All I
STACY. (Three hours later) The evening had been perfect—or so I thought. The grand opening of my building went off without a hitch after the lights came back on, but something about Jason’s demeanor since then has left me uneasy. We barely spoke on the ride home. He was unusually quiet, his jaw set tight, his gaze fixed out the window. Now, as I sit beside Liam’s bed, his small hand clutches mine. His wide, innocent eyes search my face, filled with worry that I desperately want to erase. “Mommy?” he whispers, his voice soft in the dim light of his room. “Yes, sweetheart?” I smooth his hair back, offering him a smile that I don’t entirely feel. “Why aren’t you and Daddy talking? Did I do something wrong?” His question pierces my heart, the guilt sinking deep. “Oh, baby, no,” I assure him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Daddy and I… we’re just tired. It’s been a long day, that’s all.” He studies me for a moment, his little face scrunching
JASON. (Meanwhile in midnight pack) The air buzzes with energy as I stand near the entrance of Stacy’s new building. Fairy lights drape the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished floors and the crowd that fills the space. It’s her night—a celebration of her relentless work. But tonight isn’t just about her achievements. It’s about us. The small velvet box in my pocket feels heavier with each passing second, like it’s anchoring me to this moment. My fingers twitch toward it, but I force them still. Not yet. Timing is everything, and this has to be perfect. My gaze finds Stacy across the room... She’s talking to a group of guests, her smile brighter than the lights around her. She nods, laughs, and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. I’ve seen her like this a hundred times lately—confident, poised, in control—but tonight, it feels different. Because tonight, I’m going ask her to marry me again. “Daddy, are you nervous?” Liam’s small voice pulls me
MARGARETThe midday sun streams through the grand windows of my office, casting golden beams across the polished mahogany desk. Patience has never been my strong suit, but today, it’s necessary. My fingers tap a steady rhythm on the desk’s surface, my gaze locked on the door.Finally, a soft knock breaks the silence. “Come in,” I call, arranging my features into calm authority.The door opens, and Roxanne steps inside, her hair perfectly styled, her silk blouse catching the light with every movement. She exudes poise and sophistication—the embodiment of what a Luna should be. Daniel may not see it yet, but I do.“Beta Margaret,” she says, her voice smooth but careful. Roxanne knows I don’t summon anyone without reason.“Roxanne,” I reply, gesturing toward the chair across from me. “Please, sit. We need to talk.”She moves gracefully, lowering herself into the seat with practiced elegance. Her hands fold neatly in her lap. “What’s this about?”I lean back, my eyes scanning her like a c
STACY.Next morning after the festival, I glance out the car window as the scenery rushes past, the excitement of the morning overshadowed by my racing thoughts. Jason is focused on the road, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting comfortably on my leg. For someone who claims to be so perceptive, he’s completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside me.I turn to him, my voice steady but laced with suspicion. “So, why exactly did you invite Daniel to the festival last night?”Jason doesn’t even flinch, keeping his eyes on the road. “Why not? He’s a good guy. I thought it would be nice to see him.”I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “Since when are you and Daniel such good friends? Last I checked, you barely mentioned him unless it was about some deal or favor.”Jason lets out a sigh, overly dramatic and clearly meant to push my buttons. “We’re friends now, cupcake. He’s helped me out a lot when I needed it.”“Friends uh?” I echo, my tone cutting. “And just like that, you're
HANNAH.The bracelet sparkles under the festival lights as I twist it nervously around my wrist. It’s beautiful—but not more than the pendant I received a day ago…The thought of Daniel's sweet gestures me makes my heart race. No one’s ever done something like this for me before just to say sorry. I glance up at him, standing so confidently beside me, and I want to say something—anything—to break the silence.“Daniel,” I start, my voice barely above a whisper.He looks down at me, his eyes warm and patient. “What is it, Hannah?”I swallow hard, the words pressing against my tongue. I’m pregnant. Three simple words, yet they carry the weight of my entire world.But before I can gather the courage to say them, I hear someone call Daniel’s name.“Daniel!”I turn to see Stacy and Alpha Jason walking toward us. Stacy’s expression is tight, her sharp gaze bouncing between Daniel and me. My stomach sinks.“Stacy,” Daniel greets her, his tone calm but guarded.She doesn’t return the pleasantry
DANIEL.(Next day)The clang of metal against metal echoes across the training grounds as warriors spar with precision and strength. I stand at the edge of the field, arms crossed, watching them, but my focus is elsewhere.Hannah.Her name runs through my mind like a mantra, her hurt expression yesterday I saw her is haunting my thoughts. I tighten my jaw, replaying the moment Roxanne announced herself as my fiancée—uninvited, manipulative, and calculated. I wanted to explain everything to Hannah, but the shock and betrayal in her eyes left me frozen."Alpha Daniel," one of the warriors calls, breaking into my thoughts. "The warriors are ready for your feedback."I nod curtly, giving them a few pointers before dismissing the session. As the field clears, I pull out my phone and scroll through Hannah’s messages. There are none, of course. She’s stayed silent, leaving me to wonder if I’ve lost her for good.I pocket my phone and straighten with my resolve hardening in my chest. If I wan