DANIEL. The office feels stifling. Papers clutter my desk, demanding my attention, but my thoughts are elsewhere—on her. No matter how much I try to focus, her face keeps invading my mind. Her voice, her scent, the way her eyes sparkle with mischief yet hold secrets she won’t dare share. It’s maddening. I lean back in my chair, my hands steepled beneath my chin as I stare blankly at the wall. For a man who prides himself on control, this is unfamiliar territory. My wolf stirs restlessly, growling his discontent at the distance between us and her. “Alpha?” A sharp knock interrupts my reverie. I don’t respond, barely registering the sound. “Alpha Daniel?” The voice is closer now, accompanied by the creak of the door. My Beta, Mark, steps into the room, his brows furrowed as he takes in my distracted state. I glance up, blinking as I see him standing in the doorway, concern written all over his face. “What is it?” I ask, though my tone comes out harsher than intended. Ma
DANIEL. I'm going to make sure we're both more than satisfied. My hand roughly cups her breast over her shirt and she moans. "No, not here, it's too open and I don't want anyone seeing us," she gets into her car and I follow her immediately, jumping in the front seat with her. The windows are tinted so no one would be able to see us from the outside if they looked at the SUV. She starts to remove her jeans and I take this as a go head cue. I quickly remove my trousers while moving towards her seat. My own pants now around my ankles, I gently position myself on top of her in the driver side without care for anything else but our need for each other right now. I kiss her and our tongues slide together, swirling and twisting in a battle of sensuality dominance that pushes all rational thought out of our minds. My throbbing cock rubs against her lacey pant covering pussy as I move down to her neck biting lightly causing goosebumps to appear everywhere that flesh meets skin. "Fuck I'
STACY. It’s been a week since the rooftop incident, and of Jason’s cryptic behavior. I still don’t know if he was serious about asking me to marry him or if it was just another one of his bold statements to throw me off balance. I push the thought aside as I help Liam with his shoes. “Mom, can we get pizza after school today instead of ice cream?” Liam asks, his wide, hopeful eyes sparkling as he looks up at me. I let out a small laugh, ruffling his soft hair. “Not today, sweetheart. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. Maybe tomorrow, okay?” His face falls into a small pout before he nods reluctantly. “Is it because you’re planning Grandpa’s birthday party?” The question makes me pause for a moment. I crouch down to his level, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Yes, baby. Mommy’s planning Grandpa’s birthday party. And there’s still so much to do.” “Oh.” He sighs, then brightens up. “But Mommy, why don’t you and Daddy go together? Like all the other mommies and daddies d
STACY. (Next morning) The faint sound of my bedroom door creaking open pulls me from a hazy dream. I squint against the soft light spilling in from the hallway. Jason’s voice, low and gentle, breaks the silence. “wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” I groan and bury my face in the pillow. “Jason... It’s too early. Come back later.” But a warm hand brushes against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. “No, training starts now. No excuses.” “Jason,” I whine, peeking at him through half-closed eyes hoping he will let me be. “I barely slept last night. Can’t we start after sunrise?” He chuckles, the sound soft but insistent. “If we wait until the sun comes up, we’ll miss the best part of the day. Come on, lazybones.” I sigh heavily, knowing he won’t relent. “Fine. But I’m blaming you if I pass out halfway.” He grins, clearly pleased with himself, and steps back to give me space to get up. I drag myself out of bed and kiss Liam softly on his forehead. He stirs but doesn
STACY. “No, nothing out of the ordinary,” I say, perhaps too quickly. “The week has been busy with your father’s preparations for the party to notice anything strange.” Jason’s eyes linger on me for a moment longer, as if he doesn’t entirely believe me, but he lets it go. “If something does happen, you’ll tell me, right?” “Of course,” I reply smoothly, though the weight of his penetrating stare makes my stomach twist. It’s as if he can see right through me, peeling back the layers of the half-truth I just told. My palms grow clammy at the thought. The truth is, the last episode was only two days ago while I was at the venue. That strange, old woman appeared again, her presence unsettling as ever. This time, she didn’t say a word—just stood in a dark corner, watching me with those haunting, knowing eyes before vanishing as quickly as she came. Jason’s gaze sharpens, his jaw tightening slightly. “You’re sure? Nothing at all out of the ordinary happened?” I force a smile, w
HANNAH. The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as I carefully stitch a patient's stubborn, unhealing wound. My hands move with practised precision, but my mind is far from here. No matter how much I try to focus, my thoughts keep circling back to last night—with Daniel. I can still feel the ghost of his lips on mine, the warmth of his arms wrapped around me as if I were the most treasured thing in his world. His whispered words replay in my mind like a forbidden melody: ‘She’ll never know, Hannah. And this wasn’t a mistake. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this moment? You and me?’ A soft smile tugs at my lips before I even realize it. How could it not? The truth is, I’ve felt the same way since the first time I saw him. We might not be fated mates, but the pull I feel toward him is undeniable, unlike anything I’ve ever known.... My past love life was a complete disaster. But reality crashes down around me, heavier with every passing second. I can’t do
JASON. “How can I win over Stacy?” I sit behind my massive oak desk, fingers steepled as I stare out the window, frustration gnawing at me. The midday sun does little to warm the icy knot in my chest even after a vigorous workout session with the woman I love. I’ve tried everything to win Stacy back—everything. Directly asking her to marry me? She shut me down. Taking her shopping with Liam? She bought a few things for herself and more for Liam and walked out after five minutes. Training together? She treated it like a chore. Inviting her to share my room? She slept there one night and the next day she laughed it off like I was joking. Offering her a million dollars to plan Dad’s birthday? She accepted it only because I tricked her into it… I slam my palm against the desk, the sound echoing in the silent office. What the hell else can I do? Stacy is slipping further away, and the harder I try, the more she friend zones me. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Alex strides
STACY I stare at the documents Jason just handed me, my heart racing. The words 'Property Deed' and the official pack seal glare back at me like an accusation. This building—this multibillion-dollar marvel—is his way of apologizing? My fingers tremble as I lift my gaze to meet his. This was definitely not the surprise I was expecting from him... “Jason...” I manage, my voice wavering. “This is too much. I can’t—” “It’s not too much,” he cuts in, stepping closer, his eyes soft but intense. “It’s the least I can do after everything I’ve put you through. Please accept it.” I shake my head and push the papers back into his hands, the weight of the gesture too heavy to bear. “I can’t accept this. I don’t need an apology gift. Especially one that probably costs more than the entire pack combined somewhere out there.” Jason exhales sharply, his brows drawing together in frustration. “It’s not about the cost, Stacy. It’s about making things right.” “But you’ve already apologi
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