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.
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,
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 stov
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 fro
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 groggi
I did this. *** A few days pass after the burial of the remains of Stacy and my son, but the weight of the loss doesn’t lift. It’s crushing me, suffocating me even. I’m drowning in it. Drowning in alcohol, too. Bottle after bottle. It’s the only thing that dulls the pain, even just for a moment.
JASON. “Jason, Jason, you honestly can't let your mom insult me in my own house. I'm to be Luna in a few days. She needs to respect me,” Nicole presses me further to say or do something about my mother uncalled for behavior but I won't pick a side. "Jason, Jay.... Say something!" she snaps. A tak
“Jason, darling,” she says, her voice sickeningly sweet, “you need to get ready. I need your opinion, we’re going gown shopping today. Our wedding is in two days, remember?” Gown shopping? Me? Hell no! I sigh, irritation creeping up my spine. “I’m not going, Nicole. I need to get to the office. I’
I take her hand, squeezing it gently. Now is the time I show her that I will choose her over my mother if I had to. “Enough talk about my mom, come with me. I’ve got something that will cheer you up.” She raises an eyebrow but follows me downstairs and out into the garden. The space is lit with s
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 m
Her words land like a blow, but I keep my voice steady. “Every Luna brings her own strengths to the role.” “True,” Margaret says, though her tone suggests otherwise… Hannah -2, Margaret -1. After lunch, she shows me the pack nursery which is alive with the sound of giggles and playful growls as p
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 o
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 tea
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
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 imme
He exhales slowly, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I think he might actually say what’s on his mind. But instead, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to fight with you, love. Just let it go.” “No,” I say firmly, climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside him. “I won’t let it go, Jason. If you’re
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