JASON. “That son of a witch!” I grip the burner phone tightly while Victor's voice echoes in my ears. The cabin Kane gave out as Victor's current location is empty save for this cursed device. Victor clearly wants to play a deadly game with his own rules… But this will not end well for him! I shove the phone into my pocket and begin to head back towards my car with frustration simmering beneath the surface. I should have known that Kane couldn't be trusted. As I step out into the clearing, the night becomes suddenly eerily silent. My instincts kick in and I know danger is not far. Hence I quicken my pace towards the car to get out of that place but just as my hand reaches out for the door handle, a deafening explosion erupts, sending a wave of heat and force that slums me backwards. I crush hard against the cabin wall, pain radiating through my body. For a moment everything is a blur of smoke and ringing ears… Then a sharp agony in my stomach cuts through the haze, I glanced
STACY. The night air bites into my skin, cold and relentless, as I sit on the porch steps, staring into the pitch-black streets. My arms are wrapped tightly around myself, but it does little to stave off the chill—or the fear inside me. Liam is out there somewhere, and every second that passes feels like another cut to my heart. Is he safe? Is he scared? Has he eaten anything since the kidnapers took him? The questions torment me, each one worse than the last. Suddenly, a noise behind me—a car pulling up—snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts. I turn quickly, hope flaring and then twisting into something darker when I see Daniel stepping out. But he’s not alone. My heart skips a beat when I notice Jason, slumped over and unconscious, being helped out of the car by another man I don’t recognize. “What happened to him?” I’m on my feet in an instant, rushing toward them. Daniel’s expression is grim. “My warriors found him like this at the boarder while patrolling, barely conscio
JASON. “This is a dumb idea, by the way,” Kane says, but no one responds. The drive is already oppressive, every second dragging on under the weight of whatever we might walk into. Daniel sits in the passenger seat beside me, arms crossed tightly over his chest. I can practically feel his glare burning a hole through the windshield. The air is thick with tension, each breath a struggle against the pressure in the cramped space. But none of that matters. With every passing second, Victor could be doing something terrible to my son. Time is of the essence and I need my son back like yesterday… Finally, Daniel decides to break the silence in the car. His voice is cold and clipped as usual. “We should rethink this plan. You staying back and me using my army would give us a better chance.” I keep my eyes on the road, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. “For the last time, Daniel, I’m not staying back.” “But your connection to Victor—” he starts, but I cut him off, my voice shar
STACY. Jason and I slip into the building unnoticed while Daniel and Kane create a diversion. The oppressive silence is only broken by the faint creak of old wooden floors beneath our feet while my heart pounds as I catch a whiff of Liam’s scent—faint but unmistakable. I grab Jason’s arm, my breath hitching. “Jason, I smell him,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “This way.” He nods silently, his eyes scanning the shadows as I lead the way. The scent grows stronger, guiding us down a dimly lit corridor until we stop in front of a door guarded by two hulking rogues. Their sneers and postures radiate menace. Jason’s jaw tightens as he pulls me back gently. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.” I grip his arm tighter, my eyes wide with anxiety. “Jason, be careful.” He gives me a small, reassuring smile. “I will. Stay hidden.” Before I can protest further, he steps out into the open, his movements calculated and deliberate. The rogues straighten, their eyes
STACY. The road to Blue Moon feels like it stretches endlessly before us, and each mile drag my heart deeper into dread. I steal a worried glance at Daniel. My heart feeling heavy, and torn between relief for Liam and guilt over leaving Jason behind. "Daniel," I say quietly, glancing at him. "Are we really going to leave Jason back there with Victor? All alone?" He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but his jaw tightens. "Jason’s no fool, Stacy. He knew what he was doing. And don’t worry," he adds, glancing at me. "His guards and my warriors are already on their way. They’ll have his back sooner than later." A rush of relief floods through me, easing some of the weight on my chest. But just as quickly, my concern shifts back to Liam, his small, pale form lying limply against me, still so cold to the touch. I cling to Liam, his fragile breaths barely stirring against me, each one coming slower than the last. His skin is icy under my fingertips, and his lips are pale, ting
STACY. An hour passes, dragging painfully as I sit in the cold waiting room. My mind swings between the urgent prayers for Liam and the nagging worry about Jason. I can’t help picturing both alone, facing their worst fears… Each time a door creaks or footsteps echo in the hallway, my heart leaps, but it’s not any of the people I'm currently worried about. Only doctors, nurses, and strangers passing by—no sign of Jason or news about Liam. Finally, just as the first light of dawn starts to seep through the hospital windows, the doors to the ER swing open. I’m on my feet instantly, heart pounding, but instead of a doctor, I see a familiar figure—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with that calm, lethal confidence I know so well. Jason steps into the waiting room, his clothes rumpled, but not a single scratch marks on his skin. His gaze sweeps the room, finding mine, and for a moment, relief floods through me. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath. But as he walks closer,
STACY. Two days have passed since we returned from the hospital, and though everything seems normal, an undercurrent of tension remains. Jason’s guards are stationed around us day and night, a constant reminder that he still believes his enemies could strike at any moment once again. I’m sitting on the couch with my laptop balanced on my knees, typing away, while Lizzy flips through paperwork beside me. Every so often, she sneaks a glance in my direction, as if there’s something she wants to ask but doesn’t. The only other sounds are the occasional clink of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, where Jason is busy making lunch—a sight that still feels strange, because of all the time we spent together, I’d never seen him step foot in a kitchen to prepare me a meal for anyone even himself... Oh well, I guess there is always a first time for everything… I’m tapping away on my laptop when Lizzy suddenly nudges me with a knowing look in her eyes. “So, how’s it going, working
STACY. “Driver, please get the car—we’re leaving now,” I order the guard who escorted me to the office. He nods and rushes out, leaving me staring down at the contents of the box I just received. Inside is a photo of me and my son smeared in some red substance, accompanied by a strange, unsettling voodoo doll I can’t begin to describe. My pulse races as I wonder which of Jason’s enemies could have sent this. “Lizzy, did you get a look at the guy who handed you this?” I ask, preparing to leave. She shakes her head, visibly shaken. “Not really. I was packing my car when he just… appeared, handed it over, then said it was for you and walked away without another word.” I exhale slowly, fear settling like a weight in my chest. My son’s life is once again under threat. “Alright, handle things here. I’ll call you once I reach Midnight Pack,” I say. “What? You can’t seriously leave me alone with that,” she protests, pointing at the box. I manage a strained smile. “I’m sorry, L
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