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
STACY. Beep, beep, beep…. I wake up to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of machines echoing in my ears. My body feels heavy, and my head is foggy as I try to make sense of where I am. I look around the cold, white walls and the sharp, clinical smell make it clear—I'm in a hospital. But why? I struggle to remember how I got here, as my memories are a blur… What happened to me? I remember feeling unwell for days, my body growing weaker with each passing hour, but I can’t recall how I found myself here. Panic starts to creep in, but before I can fully process it, a nurse walks in, her eyes widening in surprise when she sees me awake. Without a word, she rushes back out, leaving me alone with my jumbled thoughts. Great, now who tells me what's going on? I sit up. Moments later, the door opens again, and this time it’s Dr Hannah, one of my true remaining friends walks in with her signature all black outfit with a backpack on her back. Relief floods throu
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, c
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