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
STACY. The moment Nicole disappears from view, the silence between us is suffocating. I can still feel the weight of her hatred, and her eyes burning into my back as if she’s still standing there, watching us. I knew meeting her again was going to be dramatic. Thank goodness there was no crowd in sight to witness all that. Jason shifts uncomfortably beside me, glancing at me as if waiting for something—an explosion, maybe. But I'm way past that. Nicole is Jason's problem and not mine. “Stacy,” Jason starts, his voice low and apologetic, “I’m sorry about Nicole. I didn’t think—” “Don’t,” I cut him off sharply. I don’t want to hear it. Not from him. The last thing I need is another one of Jason’s apologies that won’t change anything. “Alpha Barron, thanks for the supplies, Hannah, let’s just go.” He flinches at the edge in my voice but doesn’t argue. Instead, he gestures to Avery, who’s been awkwardly hovering near the store entrance, probably wishing she’d been anywhere but here
JASON “What is wrong with that woman,” I mutter angrily under my breath referring to Nicole after pulling that stupid stunt in public without care of my status. “Enough is enough! I need to put her in her place once and for all!” I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white. The tension in my chest burns, pulsing through every nerve as I drive back home. Nicole’s face flashes in my mind—her screams, accusations and drama towards Stacy… For her, it was always necessary to cause a scene even if you can just talk it out calmly like adults. But today… Today was the last straw. The car rolls to a stop outside the house. For a moment, I just sit there, heart pounding harder than it should. I know what I have to do. There’s no avoiding it now. I step out and head inside, the door creaking open as I walk into the cold, quiet house despite the sun warming the sky. The place feels like ice. I immediately catch a glimpse of Nicole sitting on the edge of the couch in the livin
STACY. As I drive toward the main road leading out of the pack, my thoughts circle back to Hannah’s earlier revelation. She knows too much about Jason’s reckless plan for it to be a coincidence, and the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. I glance over at her, sitting in the passenger seat and scrolling through her phone. “Hannah,” I say, trying to keep my tone casual but firm, “how exactly did you find out about Velkan and Jason’s plan?” Hannah freezes for a split second, her fingers hovering over the screen, before she looks at me with feigned innocence. “What do you mean? I overheard it, of course.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Overheard it where? And when? This isn’t exactly something you’d catch in casual conversation at the coffee shop.” She shifts in her seat, clearly uncomfortable under my scrutiny. “Stacy, it’s not a big deal. Alpha Jason might have mentioned it once in passing, and I just pieced things together.” I snort, gripping the steering wheel ti
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