STACY. An hour later, I'm packing my bags in the silence of my house as I’m still replaying Jason's words in my mind. I hate him more for how he has manipulated me to go back into his territory, where he’ll have full access to me whenever he wants. Again, why is he doing this? He has Nicole. She’s the one in his bed every night, not me. So why go through all these lengths? Does he want me to be his side piece like she was before he divorced me? I toss another set of clothes into my bag, zipping it up with a frustrated tug… No, I won't allow him to win. He is my past and not my future. I sit on the edge of my bed, when suddenly Liam’s innocent question from earlier lingers in my mind. He thinks I’m leaving to bring his father back—like I promised. How do I tell a 5 year old that I can never allow his daddy back into his life again for what he did us? A soft knock on the front door breaks my chain of thoughts. My brow furrows—who would visit at this hour? I take a
JASON. Having Stacy back here, in the pack, feels surreal. I glance at her as we walk through the halls of the packhouse, her heels tapping softly on the polished floors. I finally have her where I can reach her again, no more avoiding me, no more hiding. I can win her back, piece by piece, and there’s nothing in my way this time. “This is your place,” I say, stopping at the top floor, turning the key to her new apartment. The door swings open, revealing a spacious, freshly renovated suite. I step aside, letting her enter first. She walks in, her eyes scanning the apartment with cool detachment. I watch her closely, waiting for a reaction, any sign that she feels something. “It’s a two-bedroom in case you get a special visitor who wants to spend the night,” I say hoping that special visitor will be our son. I continue, gesturing toward the kitchen. “New appliances, granite countertops. Fully stocked. You can cook, or I can have someone bring your meals everyday.” Her eyes flick
JASON. I can't believe she did that. Stacy's door slammed behind me and the echo reverberated through my chest leaving a hollowness. I stand outside her apartment, fists clenched and heart hammering…. I still can't believe she shut me out after everything we share. But at least I got to see my son and confirm his identity. He is the same handsome boy I had bumped into back in Blue moon square market. This is definitely a sign from the goddess. She wants me to reunite my family once again. I let out a breath while running a hand through my hair with a smirk. I'm more determined to win Stacy back… But how? She is colder and stronger than the woman I remember… winning her back might just prove to be a challenge. But nevertheless, I need a celebratory drink now that I spoke to my son and confirmed his identity. I drive to the pack bar not so far from the pack house. It's dimly lit with a few packmates just how I like it. The scent of alcohol and worn leather fills the air as I hear
STACY After I kicked Jason out of my apartment, I couldn’t shake the thought of him grabbing my phone and talking to my son wasn't done on purpose. Was this part of some twisted plan to worm his way back into my life? What lie can I now tell Liam to hide the truth from him after that stunt? I couldn't let him grow up confused, caught between his father’s lies and my attempt to shield him from the truth. I sigh, towel drying my hair after a long, hot shower, trying to scrub away the frustration clinging to me. Just as I start to feel a sense of calm, a sharp knock sounds at my door. My body tenses as his strong intoxicating scent wafts through the air, unmistakable. It's Jason. He's here. And he's on heat. But why come to me? My breathing increases while I keep quiet hoping he will leave if I don't respond to him. He knocks again, louder this time. His voice is gruff yet pleading. "Stacy, I can hear you in there. Please, open the door." My heart thuds wildly. I don
STACY. “Luna Linda?” “Stacy.” Her voice is gentle but firm. She still has the kind of voice that commands respect after all these years. She steps inside, her eyes scanning the apartment before settling on me. “When Jason told me you were alive a few days ago, I honestly didn't believe him and was just thinking it's a grieving stage as well.” I swallow hard, feeling the tension rise in my chest. “Luna Linda... I didn’t expect you so soon.” I try to change the topic. She waves a hand dismissively, her expression warm yet sharp. “Drop the formality and just call me mom like old times… besides I couldn’t wait any longer. When Jason told me you were back, I had to see you. To welcome you properly.” She moves to the small couch, and I follow her reluctantly, sitting across from her. There’s a moment of silence, thick with unspoken words. “I’m sorry,” I blurt out, not sure how else to start. “For... everything. For faking our deaths. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but I had no other ch
JASON. Meanwhile on the other side of the pack..... The early morning sun slants through the blinds, casting light across my cluttered office. The empty glass, ice packs scattered everywhere, and the half-empty bottle of whiskey are all reminders of the sleepless night. I haven’t left this damn office, and regret gnaws at me like a relentless predator. How the hell did I trust Nicole again? I groan, pushing myself upright and rubbing a hand over my face. The choices I made last night feel like a train wreck. Running to Stacy afterward? What was I even thinking? I stand, pulling on the spare suit I keep in the office. The crisp morning air feels sharp against my skin, but it does nothing to cool the frustration boiling inside. I can’t keep letting Nicole pull such strings, and I sure as hell can’t keep rushing Stacy like this. I need to fix it. Now. I throw on my jacket, leave the office, and head straight to the mansion. As soon as I arrive, Ava, the head servant, is wait
STACY. The moment Linda leaves, the apartment feels too quiet, like the silence itself is pressing in on me. I glance around, trying to shake off the unease, and start unpacking my bags, but every minute that ticks by only makes the loneliness more suffocating. I’m in enemy territory, and the reminder gnaws at me. Just as I’m pulling a few things out of my suitcase, a knock on the door startles me. I hesitate, wondering who it could be. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Slowly, I walk over and open the door. Two young omega ladies stand there with their postures timid, but their gazes steady. “Luna Stacy!” one of them asks softly, her voice tentative. I flinch at the title. “It’s just Stacy,” I correct her. She nods, but her expression doesn’t change. “We’ve been sent to clean your apartment.” I blink, taken aback. “What? That’s not necessary, I can handle it myself.” The second omega, who looks no older than nineteen, fidgets nervously with the hem of her apron. “We’re under orders
NICOLE. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at myself in the mirror in front of me. My heart is heavy after Jason's outburst about what I did last night… But what did he expect when he barely looks my way. Besides, why isn't Jason trying to work things out like he had said? ‘If you ever try something like that ever again, you will regret it…’ His words ring hollow in my mind, each promise slipping through my fingers like sand. He’s colder every day, pulling further away, and no matter how hard I cling, I can’t stop it. Why aren't I enough for him? I feel tears sting my eyes again, but I quickly swipe them away because I'm tired of crying. Suddenly my phone buzzes loudly beside me. It's an unknown number and I almost ignore it, too drained to deal with some random caller, but my fingers move on their own, and I answer. “Hello?” My voice is still shaky, betraying my earlier tears. There’s a brief pause, then a woman’s voice, calm and unsettlingly answers. “Luna Nicole? Call me