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
STACY. (Next morning) I wake up to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, stretching as the events of last night play in my mind. The party was a success, but Jason’s sudden disappearance keeps nagging at me. I slip out of bed and wrap myself in a robe, padding down the hall toward the dining room. Maybe he’s already awake, sitting at the table with that smug smirk of his, pretending he wasn’t up to something suspicious. When I step into the dining room, it’s empty except for Ava, who’s setting out breakfast for one. She looks up and greets me with a polite smile. “Good morning, Ma'am. Did you sleep well?” “Morning, Ava. I slept fine,” I reply, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Have you seen Jason?” Her smile falters slightly. “Alpha Jason didn’t come back last night after he left for the party.” Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water. I blink, trying to process. “He… he didn’t come back?” “No, ma’am,” Ava says, her voice calm but hesitant. “I as
STACY. (Two hours later) The chatter of the last few guests fades into the background as I stand near the entrance of the venue, double-checking the checklist in my head for the night’s wrap-up. Suddenly, I hear Alpha John’s warm voice behind me. “Stacy, dear,” he says, stepping closer with Luna Linda at his side, Liam’s small hand tucked safely in his. “It’s getting late, and you still seem busy here. Linda and I were thinking it might be best if Liam stayed with us tonight. What do you think?” I glance down at Liam, who looks up at me with his big, curious eyes. “Would you like that, sweetheart?” He nods eagerly. “Can I, Mom? Please?” A small smile tugs at my lips as I crouch to his level, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “Alright, but only if you promise to be a good boy and listen to your grandparents.” “I will, I promise!” Liam says, his enthusiasm lighting up his face. Standing back up, I turn to Alpha John and Luna Linda. “Thank you for offering. I app
JASON. An hour into the party, I find myself leaning against one of the tall cocktail tables, nursing a glass of whiskey as my eyes trail Stacy across the room. She’s in her element—composed, graceful, effortlessly weaving through the crowd while ignoring me and ensuring everything runs seamlessly. The guests are clearly impressed, and so am I. How I wish she knew I won’t be here for the entire party, that I’ll be leaving soon to deal with Velkan, maybe she wouldn’t be so quick to freeze me out.But even now, with her focus locked on her work, I know she feels me watching her. I catch it in the way her gaze flickers my way—fleeting, careful, pretending not to see me. And every time she looks away like I don’t exist, it only stokes the smug satisfaction curling in my chest. She might ignore me, but she’s not fooling anyone—least of all me... “Oh, Jason, stop staring or you’ll burn a hole through her,” Daniel murmurs as he passes by, smirking at me. I ignore him, pretending his wor
JASON. I watch Stacy disappear into the crowd, the sleek blue gown I bought her hugging her figure in a way that has no business being legal. Every sway of her hips makes it harder to look away. But what really grates on me is how she smiled at Daniel—And that hug? Too comfortable for my liking. 'We should have been here earlier than going last minute suit shopping for Daniel who showed up earlier than us,' my wolf grumbles, his irritation matching mine. A growl vibrates in my chest before I can stop it, and Daniel, standing just beside me, raises an amused brow. “Relax, Jason,” he says, his tone dripping with mockery. “What’s with the death glare? Jealous already?” “She’s my mate,” I bite back, turning to him. “Keep your hands off her.” Daniel laughs—a deep, hearty sound that makes my fists twitch. “Your mate, huh? You sure about that? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re still trying to convince her of that yourself.” I scowl, narrowing my eyes. “Don’
STACY. (Later in the evening) My room is a flurry of activity—shoes by the bed, hangers draped across the chair, and Liam standing in the middle of it all, fidgeting in his little navy-blue suit. The tie sits slightly off-center, giving him a mischievous charm. “Mommy, do I have to wear this?” He whines, squirming as I straighten his tie for the third time. “I look like a grown-up” I kneel to his level feeling much better than earlier at the venue after the dizzy spell incident. I brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Yes, sweetheart. You’re going to a grown-up party, so you have to look the part. Trust me, you will be the most handsome boy there will be tonight.” His nose scrunches up, but a grin sneaks through, his cheeks flushing pink. “Even more handsome than Daddy?” he asks and my hands still for the briefest moment before resuming their task... I wonder why Liam always brings up his father in almost all of our conversation... Nevertheless, I swallow the a
JASON. “Don't worry Alpha, Miss white is fine,” The medic assures me for the third time that Stacy will be fine after passing out for a few seconds, but my chest still feels like it’s in a vice. I can't believe she starved herself to reach such a point. What was she thinking? I watch her finish the last bite of her sandwich, her delicate fingers brushing crumbs off the table. She looks paler than usual, her sharp edges softened by exhaustion and something I can't put in words. “Happy now?” she mutters, her voice flat, though a hint of vulnerability lingers beneath. “Not even close,” I reply, stepping closer to the table. My tone is low, more serious than I intended. “Why would you starve yourself, Stacy? You need to take better care of yourself.” Her lips twitch, as if she wants to argue, but instead, she drops the napkin on the table. “I don’t have time for this... Leave me already, I still have so much to do.” she says, trying to deflect. Leave her in this condition? Is
STACY. I nod. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Expanding the business just makes sense, especially with how many connections I will potentially make after tonight.” Lizzy studies me for a moment. “Does this mean you’re staying? You know, for good?” I glance at her briefly before returning my focus to the road. “It doesn’t mean anything. You run the office in blue moon and I run this one here. It’s just business nothing more.” She hums thoughtfully but doesn’t push further. Soon, we arrive at the venue, my team of temporary workers is already bustling around, arranging centerpieces, and double-checking the decorations. The energy is contagious, and I jump right into the chaos, giving directions and making sure everything is on schedule to keep my mind off Jason and his mess. By midday, the sun is high, and the venue is starting to come together beautifully. I’m just about to inspect the replaced floral arrangements when a familiar figure confidently strides through
STACY. (Next day) I stare into the mirror, groaning under my breath. My reflection mocks me: pale skin, shadows under my eyes, and a tiredness I can’t shake no matter how much makeup I pile on. ‘We look like death warmed over us,’ my wolf grumbles in my head, her tone a mix of concern and irritation. “I can see that… Thanks for the reminding me,” I mutter, running a brush through my hair for the third time. ‘I’m just saying,’ she continues, ‘You knew today’s important but you decide to keep us awake the whole night.. You’ve been working on this party for weeks, and now you’re going to show up looking like a zombie to potential clients? How professional.’ “Ugh, Piper…it’s not like Alpha John’s guests are coming to see me,” I counter, forcing a laugh to hide my unease. “They’ll be too busy admiring the decorations to care what I look like.” ‘Maybe, but you care. Don’t pretend you don’t.’ I sigh, shoving my sunglasses onto my face. “Whatever. Let’s just survive today. The
JASON. I hold up a hand, my glare never leaving Daniel. “Hannah, please go back home.” “But—” “Now,” I snap, my tone leaving no room for argument. She flinches but nods quickly, stepping toward her car. “Alpha, please don’t do anything to him,” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t,” I say, though my clenched fists suggest otherwise. Hannah hesitates, glancing nervously between us, before finally getting into her car and driving off. The sound of her engine fades into the distance, leaving me alone with Daniel. For a moment, the two of us just stand there, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. “You’ve got some nerve,” I finally say, my voice low and dangerous. “Coming into my territory, sneaking around with one of my packmates.” Daniel shrugs, utterly unbothered. “Hannah’s a grown woman. She can make her own choices.” “She’s my packmate,” I snap, stepping closer. “And you’re on my land without permission. That’s two strikes, Daniel. Car