The sight of prisoners being dragged across the border hits me like a punch to the gut. What is Jason up to? All packs in our region had agreed—no more taking in prisoners. Yet here they are, beaten and broken. This isn’t just about Stacy anymore; something darker is brewing here. But I shake o
STACY. Meanwhile at the venue…. I try to stay focused on the event setup, but my thoughts keep drifting off to nothing when suddenly Jason returns just as abrupt as he left earlier. The unease I’ve been feeling all morning sharpens. He walks into the venue like everything’s fine, but somethin
I nod, giving him a soft, albeit wary, smile in return. “I hope so.”.... After we finish our lunch, Jason insists on driving me back even though it's a walkable distance back to the venue. But instead of heading toward the venue, he takes a different route. I frown in confusion. “Where are we g
NICOLE. "Ma'am, where are we headed? We've been driving around for over an hour and if we ain't careful, we might run out of gas in the middle of nowhere." My driver's soft voice pulls me from my thoughts. I glance out the window and realize we've long left the pack's territory. I definitely don't
This will work. It has to work. By the time I reach his mansion, it’s late, and only a few guards are watching the house. It is dark and perfect to sneak inside using the secret passages. I make my way to Jason's bedroom. There he is, sleeping peacefully. I swifty strip off all my clothes and slide
JASON. It’s been two days since I chased Nicole out of the pack after she attempted to seduce me, looking like Stacy... and also two days since Daniel stormed in, all righteous and concerned, thinking Stacy was here against her will. Hatred and Jealousy twisted in my gut when Stacy asked me to apo
“Our son,” I correct gently. A small smile tugs at her lips. “Yes, our son, Jason. Now, can we get going so we can see him sooner rather than later?” I take a deep breath, steadying myself before slipping behind the wheel… As I drive out, I catch Stacy eyeing the convoy of the guard's cars in the
STACY How could Nicole be dead? I just saw her two days ago, looking perfectly healthy. I tighten my arms across my chest, barely holding back my anger as I glare at Jason. “Prove it to me, Jason. Prove you had no hand in her sudden death.” My voice is sharp. I hadn’t meant to sound so accusatory,
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Stacy sighs dramatically. “Men.” I grin, shaking my head. But deep down, I know how lucky we are. After everything, we made it. We fought our battles, we endured the worst, and we won. Now, we have everything we ever wanted... Love, family, and a future brighter than we ever imagined. And fo
HANNAH. An hour later, Laughter and music fill the air as guests drink, dance, and toast to our happiness. Alpha Jason and Stacy are still smirking from the earlier spectacle, but even they are caught up in the lighthearted atmosphere. Daniel never leaves my side. His hand stays firmly on my
Daniel stiffens. His entire body goes rigid, as his jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. “What?” His voice is barely more than a growl. I nod, my grip on his hand tightening. “You heard me.” Fury flashes in his eyes, dark and dangerous. He doesn’t even hesitate before turning on h
HANNAH. I freeze in the doorway, my breath hitching as my brain struggles to catch up with the sight before me. Roxanne and Adrian. Together! Their bodies are tangled together with their hands greedy, and their lips locked in a desperate, forbidden kiss. Clothes are haphazardly disheveled, Roxann
I stare at the pile, then burst out laughing. “Were you two planning to open a pharmacy?” Daniel smirks. “Figured it was better to be thorough.” I shake my head, grabbing one of the tests and handing it to Stacy. “Alright, go pee on this.” Stacy glares at me like I just asked her to do something
HANNAH “You, get a doctor! Now!” Daniel’s voice booms through the wedding venue, commanding instant obedience from the nearest guard. But even as the order leaves his lips, I tighten my grip on his arm. “Baby, I am a doctor, remember?” His eyes flick to mine, realization dawning before he steps a
HANNAH. "Uh-uh, no, not today" Stacy says the moment her eyes land on Margaret. "Please, just hear me out," Margaret pleads, standing in a simple deep red dress suited for her age. She looks… hesitant, so unlike her usual self. Gone is the cold authority, and the condescending stare. Instead, he
HANNAH. (Hours later) Dinner is tense, the air thick with an unspoken rivalry that neither Roxanne nor I are willing to acknowledge outright. The dining room is dimly lit, with the scent of roasted chicken filling the air, but I can barely focus on the food. My attention is solely on Daniel and