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 Ring, ring… “Hey stac_” “Hannah, Jason is dying. What should I do?” I cut her off, my voice trembling as I kneel besides Jason's unconscious body. “Stacy, calm down and tell me what is happening?” Hannah replies, her voice steady but urgent. “Someone shot him with two silver arrows. One in his chest and the other in his head. He is bleeding out Hannah. Should I pull them out so that he can heal himself?” I ask on one panicked breathe. “No Stacy!” Hannah’s voice comes out sharper with alarm. “If they are silver arrows, don't pull them out. It might kill him. I'm sending an ambulance to pick both of you. Where are you?” “I'm on the rooftop of the new building, but waiting for an ambulance might take long. I'm bringing him in myself.” I say, panic tightening in my throat. “Alright. Just be careful and hurry,” she urges, her calmness doing little to soothe the chaos inside me. As soon as Hannah says that, I hung up and look down at Jason's bloody soaked shirt whic
STACY. “Mommy, are you okay?” Liam's voice breaks through my fog, pulling me back to the present. I force a smile, but it feels heavy on my lips. “Of course, sweetheart, I’m okay. just a little tired that all.” His small brow furrows with concern. “Then why aren’t you telling me what time Daddy will come home?” My heart shatters all over again. I kneel to hug him tightly, his little arms wrapping around my neck. “Why aren’t you in bed? It’s way past your bedtime mister.” I try to steer the conversation else where. “I know, Mommy,” he says, his voice soft and earnest. “But I wanted to tell Daddy what we should get for Grandpa’s birthday.” The lump in my throat swells, and my heart clenches painfully. I stroke his hair, searching for the right words. “Daddy won’t be coming home tonight, sweetheart. He’s busy with a lot of work at the office.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue. Liam’s shoulders droop, his disappointment evident. “Okay… but tomorrow, will he still drop me
STACY. Once away from Linda and the elders, I press my phone to my ear as I pace the corridor outside the hospital’s main lobby. Each step feels heavier than the last, like the weight of Jason’s condition is anchoring me to the ground. “Hi, this is Miss White,” I say, keeping my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. “Yes, ma'am,” my temporary supervisor at the venue replies politely. “How can I assist you?” “I need you to put everything on hold. No further preparations until I contact you again,” I say firmly, glancing over at Liam, who’s chatting animatedly with Greg by the waiting chairs. “Understood ma'am. We’ll await your instructions,” the supervisor responds without question. “Thank you,” I reply, ending the call. I slip the phone into my pocket and take a deep breath before turning toward Liam and Greg. Liam notices me and immediately bounds over. “Mommy, what are we doing here? Hospitals are boring,” he complains, scrunching up his nose. I force
STACY. Half an hour later, Greg, Liam, and I are heading toward Jason’s office. The weight of my new role as interim Alpha feels heavier with each step, but I keep my head high for Liam’s sake. He skips innocently a little ahead, clutching Greg’s hand, his energy a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. I know I’ll have to face a thousand questions and decisions once we get to the office. As we walk, my phone buzzes in my bag. I quickly pull it out and see Lizzy’s name on the screen. My heart sinks; I was almost forgetting about the birthday party planning amidst all the chaos. “Hello?” I answer, trying to sound composed. “Hey, Stacy!” Lizzy’s cheerful voice comes through the line. “I just wanted to check if I should go ahead and start off with the truck to bring the decorations for Alpha John’s party.” I stop in my tracks, momentarily stunned. Of course, Lizzy wouldn’t know about the party being postponed. I take a deep breath and glance at Greg, who raises an eyebrow but say
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