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, concern etched on her face. “What did you say?” She asks and I repeat the same question. “What did I do wrong to deserve all this?” Hannah sighs softly, “ Oh Stacy, please don't beat yourself up. You did nothing wrong,” she responds but I shake my head. “But why am I going through all this like I'm cursed?” Hannah uses one of her hand to gently rub my arm while she takes her eyes off the road for a second,” Oh babes, don't say that… You are not cursed, besides why do you stay? You don’t have to keep living like this. You could leave—start over somewhere new. You don’t owe Jason anything.” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head once again. “Leave? Hannah, if I so much as try to leave with our son, Jason will hunt me down. He told me himself he would kill me if I took his heir away. I’d never get far enough before he finds us.” “What?! That’s not fair,” Hannah exclaims sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “He’s moved on. He’s with Nicole now, and they’re going to have another pup together. He has no right to keep you here like this, trapped in this pack that doesn’t even respect you anymore.” she says in one frustrated breathe. Hannah’s words sting, but she’s right. I’ve felt it every day since the divorce—the whispers behind my back, the cold stares, the way the pack members look at me like I’m a disgrace, and a failure. Tears spill over, and I don’t bother wiping them away. “I’ve disappointed everyone, Hannah. My parents… myself… Jason. I couldn’t even keep our marriage together. And now, he’s starting the family we were supposed to have—with her.” Hannah sighs, her voice softening. “Stacy, you didn’t fail. Jason’s the one who abandoned you, not the other way around.” I don't respond. The tears keep coming, and my chest tightens painfully as we pull up to the mansion which is heavily guarded by pack warriors. Hannah stops the car in the driveway and turns to me, her eyes filled with sympathy. “listen, don't get yourself worked up too much. You have a son that needs you more than anything… And remember, you’re stronger than you think.” I nod weakly, forcing a smile. “Thanks for everything, Hannah. I will take my leave now. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Stacy. Call me if you need anything at any time.” I nod and then step out of the car into what was once my home. My body is still trembling from crying. The house feels cold and empty, I know all servants have knocked off for the night. I head straight for my son’s room, finding him fast asleep in his crib. His tiny chest rises and falls with each breath, and for a moment, the sight of him brings me peace. But then the memory of Nicole’s pregnancy news slams into me again, and the pain returns, sharper than before. Jason threw everything away—our marriage, our family—just like that. Like it didn’t mean anything to him. And now, he’s starting a new life with her, already expecting a child before they’ve even exchanged vows. Pure raw rage simmers beneath the surface of my heart, mixing with the sadness. I stand there in the darkness, watching my son sleep, wondering how Jason could so easily replace me. How he could do this to our family. A sob threaten to escape my lips, but I hold myself back as I didn't want to wake Liam up. I quickly rush out of the house and head straight to my prison in the back. I get into bed as my body still feels weak from the poison in me. Oh goddess, what should I do? The night is long as I spend most of it tossing and turning without finding any sleep... I think of my next move from all this chaos.... Morning comes too slowly. I haven’t slept, and I can’t stomach the thought of eating any of the food that’s been brought to me by the servants. Hannah’s warning about the wolfsbane in my system lingers in my mind, so I decide to make myself breakfast in the main house. The guest house I live in doesn’t have a kitchen, and I need something to eat and—anything—to distract me from the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I grab my robe and step into the main house which I notice that no servants have reported for work yet. I make my way to the kitchen, focused on the task at hand. Grab breakfast as quickly as possible and return to the cottage to have it in peace. But suddenly I hear the front door open with a gash of wind which carry the most intoxicating alluring scent. Jason walks in without a shirt, drenched in sweat from his usual morning patrol. The sweat droplets trickle down his chiseled chest, outlining every muscle and disappearing into the waist band of his shorts which clung to his crotch. I can't help myself but lick my lips and swallow. For a split second, I find myself admiring him, remembering the man that seduced me with just his mare touch—the man I thought would be mine forever. Fuck Stacy, he divorced you remember! The illusion shatters as quickly as it forms, and I turn back to the stove, focusing on the food in front of me. “Morning,” Jason says, his voice casual, as if everything between us is normal. I scoff under my breath, refusing to look at him. “Morning,” I mutter coldly, keeping my focus on the sizzling pan. Jason steps closer, and I feel his presence beside me, his warmth radiating in the small space between us. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his voice softer this time, almost concerned. I freeze, my grip tightening on the spatula. How am I feeling? Is he serious? I want to scream at him, to unleash the fury and pain that’s been festering inside me for months. But I bite my tongue, trying to hold it together. “I’m fine,” I say through clenched teeth without looking at him. Suddenly without warning, Jason reaches out, his fingers brushing against mine. My heart skip a beat but I compose myself. “Stacy, what’s wrong? What happened to you yesterday?” What happened to me? Is he fucking serious right now? I pull my hand away, my anger finally boiling over from his hot and cold mood swings. “What’s wrong?” I snap, spinning to face him. “What’s wrong, Jason? Really? After everything you’ve done, you have the nerve to ask me that?” He looks taken aback, his brows furrowing. “I didn’t mean—” “You didn’t mean what?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “You divorced me, Jason. You threw away our marriage, our family. And now, Nicole’s pregnant, and you expect me to just… what? Be okay with all of it?” “How did you know about Nicole?” His jaw tightens and I roll my eyes disrespectfully. “How I know doesn't matter right now!” I snap back, forgetting his Alpha. Jason doesn't respond and for a moment, we just stare at each other, and in his eyes, I see a flicker of something I haven’t seen in months. Regret? Guilt? I don’t know, but it’s there, buried beneath the cold indifference he’s shown me for so long. For a split second, I see the man who once loved me, the man who promised me the world. And it breaks me all over again. I sigh to calm myself down. “Jason…” My voice trembles as I struggle to find the words. “Why? Why did you do this to us? To me?” I reach out to touch his face. He hesitates, his gaze flickering away from mine. “I told you, Stacy. I never loved you.” But his words sound hollow now, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as me. I swallow hard, my heart aching. I stare into his eyes, searching for the truth. “You did,” I whisper. “Once, you did. I know you did.” He doesn’t answer, and the silence between us feels suffocating. For a moment, I wonder if he’ll say something, if he’ll admit that he made a mistake. “Jay, please, you can talk to me about anything, I promise not to be angry,” I try to reassure him so that he could open up to me and explain why he did all this. But just as he’s about to say something to me, Nicole suddenly appears in the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she spots Jason standing too close to me. I hesitantly let go of his face and roll my eyes. Great timing bitch! I sigh with irritation and shift my attention to the stove once again. “What’s going on?” she asks sharply, her gaze flicking to his hand, which is still hovering near mine. “Why are you touching her?” Jason stiffens, pulling his hand back quickly. “It’s nothing, Nicole.” he responds and I sneer. So indecisive! Something isn't adding up with Jason's behavior. Nicole doesn’t look convinced, her arms crossing over her chest as she glares at me. “It doesn’t look like nothing.” The tension in the room is thick, and I want Nicole to say something bad to ignite me so that I could woop her ass in front of her so called man. I have been holding myself back for too long. Jason steps away from me, his loyalty to her clear. My heart shatters all over again, but I don't show it. “I was just asking her what caused her to be faint yesterday,” he mutters to Nicole who keeps her glare on me. My heart squeeze with anger and regret of letting myself show emotions to a man who keeps on rejecting me like a piece of used tissue. A lump firms in my throat and I'm mad at myself. “Forget her and let’s go upstairs to freshen up.” Jason tags his bitch out of the kitchen. And just like that, they walks out, leaving me standing there, my heart in pieces at my feet. Once again, I feel stupid for having hopes of restoring my failed marriage.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 hom
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 sh
STACY. “Can you please move that vase a little to the left?” I give instructions to one of the omega servants present in the room. “Yes my lady,” she replies politely with a nod as she moves the vase. The air is buzzing with excitement as I make my way around the dining room, ensuring every detail is perfect. The aroma of roasted lamb and honey-glazed vegetables mingles with the sweet scent of wildflowers I’d carefully arranged on the long table fill my home. Everything has to be flawless tonight. I’ve waited for this moment—my son’s naming ceremony—since the day I married my fated mate Jason Barron, the Alpha of Midnight Pack two years ago. Tonight, I finally present my newborn son to my in-laws and the two elders, as the future Alpha. "That should do it," I whisper to myself, smoothing the edge of the tablecloth. My eyes drift to the centerpiece—Jason’s favorite white orchids intertwined with emerald vines. It’s perfect. "Everything looks perfect Luna, you should get
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 wor
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