I exhale, sinking back into my chair. My phone buzzes again, another video update from Marcus. This time, it’s of Hannah wearing the pendant, her smile brighter than before. Despite everything, a small smile tugs at my lips. Let Mother plot all she wants. I’ll fight for Hannah—and I’ll win. --- T
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
My breath catches in my throat. The idea of visiting his pack again, of stepping into his world, is as exciting as it is terrifying. “I’ll think about it,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. A small smile tugs at his lips. “That’s all I ask.” He extends his hand to me, palm up. “In the mea
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 perce
I take a step forward. “Natalie, what you said—” “I know,” she interrupts, her voice cracking. “I know I hurt you. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I’ve paid for it every day since I lost my job. Please, ma'am. I’ll do anything. Just… forgive me. I need this job to survive.” Jason huffs, his voice
MARGARET The 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
Daniel’s eyes narrow, suspicion flickering in his gaze. “And you wouldn’t happen to know how those concerns started, would you?” “Daniel,” I say, my voice steady and measured. “Are you accusing me of something? Everything I’ve ever done has been for your benefit—for the pack’s benefit.” “What’s be
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. Bu
His words settle deep in my chest. He’s right. Stacy is giving me another chance, but that doesn’t erase what I did. “I’ll love her right this time,” I say, my voice firm. “Divorce will never be an option again.” A proud smile tugs at his lips. “Good.” The conversation shifts to lighter topics
JASON. An hour later after Stacy's dress distress moment at the bridal shop, I stand at the wedding venue which looks perfect. White and gold decorations gleam under the afternoon sun, and the floral arrangements line the aisle exactly as planned. Everything is in place, just as my mother promised
“Alright, what’s the crisis this time?” she asks, her hands on her hips. I glance at Jason, who’s still wearing that unreadable smirk that’s been tormenting me all morning. “First, tell me what happened at the club that has your Alpha smiling like that.” I say pointing to Jason. Hannah frowns, l
STACY. (Meanwhile in midnight pack) It's the day before my wedding, I sit on a plush cream couch in the boutique while my fingers absently smoothing the fabric of my skirt. My gaze shifts to Jason, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his lips curved into that same infuriatingly smug
DANIEL. (Meanwhile in Blue Moon pack) It’s been two damn days since Hannah left, slamming the door behind her, leaving me with more questions than answers. The mansion feels colder, quieter, like her absence has stolen something vital from it and me... I have tried calling her cell none-stop but
STACY. (The Next Morning) “Oh, my head...” The pounding ache in my skull drags me awake, and as I slowly open my eyes, the sunlight streaming through the curtains feels like a stab to my senses. My mouth is dry as sand, and my stomach is twisting uneasily. “What happened last night?” I groan, tu
I stalk toward the bed, my eyes locked with hers. As soon as I reach her side, she grabs my hips and pull me towards her face. Her warm breath fans against my erection, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. She leans forward, running the tip of her tongue along the underside of my rigid c
JASON. Stacy’s wearing a deep red, two-piece lingerie set that clings to every curve of her body. The sheer material leaves little to the imagination, and the sight sends a wave of heat coursing through me. My wolf lets out a pleased growl, his possessiveness surging. “Stacy,” I say, my voice rou
JASON. Who the fuck is touching my mate?! My blood boils instantly when I spot Stacy in the arms of another man. A Gamma. He’s holding her as she giggles, her head tilting back, her soft laugh like a dagger to my chest. My wolf roars and before I know it, I’m across the crowded room. My hand clam