STACY
“Why you ungrateful mutt, is this the nonsense you called us for?” Jason's father is the first person to erupt at his announcement. Alpha John might be the former Alpha but he still command with dominance and power whenever he spoke. Jason scoffs at his father's words which I had never seen before. This isn't the man I know. For a moment, I can’t breathe. Jason's words echo repeatedly in the air like a death sentence. ‘He can’t be serious.’ I force myself to speak in-between John scolding his son. "Jay… is this some kind of joke?" My voice is trembling but not more than my legs. Jason’s cold eyes meet mine, and the chill in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. "I’m not joking, Stacy," he says flatly, as if discussing the weather. My world spins, and suddenly, everything around me fades. The murmurs of our guests, the soft music playing in the background—it all goes mute. I can see Jason’s parents scolding him some more, their faces red with anger, but their words don’t reach me. It’s like I’m watching a silent film, detached from reality. ‘How can this be happening?’ I think back to our perfect two years of marriage. Every moment, every smile, every kiss. I remember how perfect it all seemed, how Jason and I were the envy of the packs even though my parents were against the marriage from the start, but I didn’t listen. I thought love would be enough, that our bond was unbreakable. But now, here I am, standing in a room full of people, while the man I love announces he’s leaving me for someone else. I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it. My newborn son’s cries break through the fog that surrounds me, snapping me back to the present. I look down at him, his tiny face scrunched up in distress. The room comes rushing back into focus, and I realize Jason and his father, John, are nose to nose, the tension between them palpable. "I won’t let you disgrace our family like this!" John’s voice booms, his fists clenched at his sides. "Stay out of it, old man, no one ever interferes into your marriage issues," Jason snaps back, his eyes burning with anger. The two Alphas are seconds away from tearing into each other, their energy crackling through the air like a live wire. "Stop!" I call out, but my voice is swallowed by the chaos. I take a deep breath and, with as much composure as I can muster, I say louder, "Please, stop this. Jason, can I have a word with you?" Jason doesn’t even look at me. His arm tightens around Nicole, pulling her closer. "Say whatever you need to say right here, Stacy. I don’t have time for private conversations." My heart sinks at his callousness, but I know I can’t let this go. Not like this. "Why, Jason? Why the sudden divorce? Did I do anything wrong?" I manage to ask, my voice barely more than a whisper. Jason scoffs, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Why?" he repeats, as if the answer should be obvious. "Because I never loved you, Stacy. I only married you to fulfill my duty to the pack, to sire an heir since age was catching up on me... But I’ve always been waiting for Nicole to come back to me. She’s the one I love, not you." ‘NOT YOU!?’ His words cut deeper than any knife could. I feel the blood drain from my face, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces. ‘He never loved me?’ My mind struggles to process the confession, to make sense of the past two years. How could I have been so blind? Jason’s father, John, steps forward, his face contorted with fury. "You little shit! Apologize to your wife! Apologize to everyone here for this disgrace!" Jason doesn’t flinch. "I’m not apologizing to anyone, least of all Stacy," he says coldly. "The only person I owe anything to is Nicole." The room goes deathly quiet. In a flash of movement, John punches Jason square in the jaw, sending him staggering backward. The force of the blow reverberates through the room, leaving everyone frozen in shock. My baby’s cries grow louder, more frantic. Jason glares at his father, his eyes dark with rage. He looks like he’s about to lunge back at John, but his mother, Linda and the two elders, steps between them. Linda is in tears and I can't help but feel sorry for her because she obviously can't pick a side as one was her husband and the other her son. "Please, Jason, leave," she begs. "Not here, not now. Two Alphas fighting in front of a baby isn’t what any of us want." For a moment, I see a flicker of conflict in Jason’s eyes, but then he snorts, dismissing it. Without another word, he grabs Nicole’s hand and storms out of the house, leaving me standing there, more shattered than before. The door slams shut behind them, the sound echoing in the silence of the room. I feel myself start to crumble, but I hold on, if only for the tiny life in my arms that needs me to be strong. My perfect world has been shattered, but right now, I can’t afford to fall apart. Not in front of my guests anyway.STACY. The house is eerily quiet after the last guests leave. Only Linda lingers, her ever so kind and loving face is etched with concern as she watches me cradle my now sleeping son. The warmth in her eyes is a stark contrast to the icy chill that has settled in my heart. “Stacy,” Linda breaks the silence, reaching to touch my arm, “ I can stay with you tonight if you would like…you should not be alone after … after everything,” she smiles with a tight lipped smile. I manage to return a small shaky smile, trying to reassure her even though my insides are a turmoil. “Thank you mom, but I will be fine. I just need time to process all this alone,” Her eyes search mine, lingering on my streaked face. I can see the doubt to leave me alone but she nods slowly. “Alright, but please call me if you need anything at anytime… anything at all,” I nod, my throat too tight to speak. She leans down to kiss her nameless grandpup’s forehead before she reluctantly heads towards the doo
STACY. But this isn't a dream. It's all reality. I bow to show some submissiveness because I know he isn't bluffing with his threat. Jason's expression doesn't soften; instead he looks at me with a mixture of disdain and impatience. “I'm giving you today to pack your things. You will be moved to the guest house in the back. That way you can tend to my son when he needs you,” he says emotionlessly. My eyes pop out of their sockets. Move to the guest house?! I'm in total shock and I can't fathom why he is doing all this. Was he hell bent on hurting me emotionally and making me a laughing stock or what? I stand there staring at him in disbelief as he zips up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. Without another word, he walks out of the room leaving me standing in the wreckage of what used to be. The door closes behind him and I collapse on the carpet, my body racked with silent sobs. How did I get to this point in my life? That was not the man the goddess gave to
JASON. “Will you be needing me for the evening Alpha?” My Beta, Alex inquires as he pulls up in my driveway at home. I sigh and shake my head, “No Alex, you can take the evening off… Come in tomorrow morning,” I rub my tempos as I had a stressful day at the office and now I was home. I used to look forward to coming home when Stacy was my wife but ever since Nicole moved into the house, something has changed and I can't put a finger on what it is. “Okay, but Alpha if you don't mind me asking, you don't look good, is everything okay with your fiance?” Alex asks openly because in as much as he was my beta he was my close friend from childhood. “Ya, I'm good, why shouldn't I be?” I frown as something flashes through my eyes. It’s been six months since I divorced Stacy to marry Nicole... Six months since I thought I’d found happiness again with the woman who was supposed to be my forever... But as I get out of the car and step into the house, I hear my son’s piercing cries, that happ
STACY. Beep, beep, beep…. I wake up to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of machines echoing in my ears. My body feels heavy, and my head is foggy as I try to make sense of where I am. I look around the cold, white walls and the sharp, clinical smell make it clear—I'm in a hospital. But why? I struggle to remember how I got here, as my memories are a blur… What happened to me? I remember feeling unwell for days, my body growing weaker with each passing hour, but I can’t recall how I found myself here. Panic starts to creep in, but before I can fully process it, a nurse walks in, her eyes widening in surprise when she sees me awake. Without a word, she rushes back out, leaving me alone with my jumbled thoughts. Great, now who tells me what's going on? I sit up. Moments later, the door opens again, and this time it’s Dr Hannah, one of my true remaining friends walks in with her signature all black outfit with a backpack on her back. Relief floods throu
STACY. Minutes later, the car hums along the road that led to the mansion, and I sit in silence, my mind swirling in chaos. Nicole’s pregnant for Jason... The words echo over and over in my head, like a cruel mantra I can’t escape. I can't fathom Jason and Nicole are going to have a baby, a sibling for my son—our son. I blink rapidly, trying to hold back the fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over. I'm in total shock and I can't understand why all this was happening to me because there were times in the few months we have been divorced when Jason would let his guard down and give me some slight hope to fight for our love... But now all that hope was thrown out of the window. Nicole is pregnant! I sigh heavily. Did I offend the goddess to receive such a cruel punishment? I mull deeply while I feel like a stranger in my own body. “What did I do wrong as a wife?” I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. “Where did it all go wrong?” Hannah glances over at me, c
STACY “Why are you touching her?_ It doesn't look like nothing…” I mockingly murmur Nicole's annoying questions a few moments ago. I feel so stupid for not standing up to her and answering her when I had the chance. Suddenly Ava’s voice breaks through my haze of anger as I stand over the stove, flipping the eggs with far more aggression than necessary. “Miss Stacy?” she calls softly, stepping into the kitchen. I turn to look at her, barely masking my frustration. “What is it, Ava?” She hesitates for a moment, sensing the tension but then proceeds, “Your son is awake. He’s hungry and needs to be fed.” I close my eyes, letting out a long sigh. The weight of Jason's indecisiveness bears down on me. But my son needs me, so I force myself to calm down. “Thank you, Ava,” I mutter, putting the spatula down. I walk to my son’s room, pushing open the door. His innocent eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the pain I harbour for months eases. I cradle him in my arms, my heart aching with l
STACY. “Oh goddess, why is Jason doing all this to me? What wrong have I done to deserve all this?” I murmur to myself while everything feels like a blur as I stumble into the guest house. I can't imagine a life without my son... My breath is coming in as ragged gasps while my chest tightens from panic that is slowly consuming me. Nicole tricked me into laying my hand on her which felt so good at the time but now I kinda regret…My body shakes uncontrollably, and I can’t stop the tears of regret from falling. And the icing on the cake is Jason… he’s really done it. He’s taken my son, stripped me of every right to be a mother, as if I don’t even matter anymore. My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the small table, trying to keep myself upright. This can't be real, right? ‘ It is real Stacy, that bastard has taken away our pup,’ my wolf, Piper chimes with more rage than I feel. I can’t breathe and I feel the walls are closing in on me. How could Jason believe that home
JASON. “Alpha, Alpha…” I’m ripped out of sleep by the sound of pounding at my door. I groan with irritation while I glance at the bedside clock to check on the time. It was 02:43 AM in the morning. There better be a good reason I'm being woken up at this hour. “What is it?” I respond groggily as I sit up. Nicole is dead in her sleep as she doesn't even stir at the noise. My head warrior at the mansion peeps in his head into my room, his face tight with urgency. “Alpha, there’s been an accident.” he whispers. An accident?! The haze in my mind clears instantly. I leap out of bed, my heart racing. “What kind of accident?” I bark, already pulling on my clothes, the adrenaline surging through me. “A car, a few miles out north. You need to come now,” he says, his voice thick with something unspoken and dark. Before I can process his words, Liam's nanny appears in the doorway, clutching a baby bottle while her face is pale as a ghost. “Alpha...” she starts, her voice sha
DANIEL.Sitting in my home office, I rub my temples as I reread the anonymous notes Hannah received earlier. The words are etched in my mind, taunting me. ‘Leave Daniel before it's too late.’Whoever sent them isn’t just trying to scare her. They’re trying to drive a wedge between us. And that makes them as dangerous as the people who were spreading rumors about Hannah when she first arrived here.I glance out the window, watching Mother and Hannah strolling through the pack grounds. From here, they appear cordial, and that’s a relief—I couldn’t bear the thought of the two most important women in my life being at odds.I shift my focus back to the papers on my desk. If the threats are coming from someone within the pack, I need to figure out who. My gaze sweeps across the room, landing on the files I’ve been gathering on the staff within the mansion. No one here should have a reason to harm Hannah, but I’ve learned not to trust appearances.Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupts my
HANNAH.“Let me make one thing clear, Hannah,” Margaret’s voice cuts through the stillness as we step into the foyer. She turns to face me, her sharp features illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window. “I don’t want you running to Daniel every time we have a conversation. It will only upset him unnecessarily, and I’m sure you don’t want to be the cause of that.” she says, her tone low but laced with authority.Me, Upset Daniel? How?!Her sudden words settle over me like a storm cloud, heavy and threatening. I meet her gaze, refusing to flinch. “If I feel threatened,” I say, keeping my voice steady, “I will tell Daniel. Even if it’s his own mother.”Margaret laughs, the sound soft and mocking. “Oh, my dear,” she says, her lips curling into a smirk. “And who do you think Daniel will believe? His mother, who has been by his side all his life? Or you, the little omega trying to worm her way into a world where she doesn’t belong?”Her words sting, but I don’t let it show. I
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