Daniel grins. “I’m just glad you chose to come home after whatever you have gone through… Come, I'm sure you hungry,” I'm reminded of why I liked Daniel. He doesn't like to pry into personal issues if you don't want open up. He is a perfect gentleman and host. We walk to the dining table, and Da
STACY. “I’ve got everything I need now,” I murmur to Daniel, feeling unsettled. “Can we go now?” Daniel nods, ever calm. “Of course.” He steps ahead and pays for everything without hesitation. We walk out of the clothing store with bags in hand, the weight of the whispers still hangs in the ai
By the time I finish, my mother’s face is pale with anger. “That bastard… after everything you gave him, everything you sacrificed for you to marry him… how dare he?” Her voice shakes with fury, but she softens as she reaches for my hand. “I’m just so thankful you escaped and came back home.” I sw
JASON. A few days after dress shopping with Nicole, it’s the day of my wedding—a day I’m supposed to feel on top of the world, yet something feels off. The sun is shining, the guests are arriving, but I can’t shake this heaviness in my chest. I’m standing in the grand hall, waiting for Nicole’s
Nicole’s smile falters for a split second, her eyes narrowing, but she keeps her composure. The guests murmur, some shocked, others exchanging looks, but the ceremony continues. We’re married within minutes… As the reception gets underway, I head straight for the bar. Drink after drink, I drown
JASON. “I won’t eat or drink anything you give me. Take this filth away!” My voice shakes with barely contained rage as I slap the glass from the bedside table, watching it shatter on the floor. Nicole’s face pales, her hands trembling as she recoils with wide eyes filled with fear. Meanwhile, V
She crosses her arms, still refusing. “A Luna never bows to someone beneath her.” “Then get on your knees,” I snarl, the command bursting from me before I can stop it. “Apologize. Now.” Nicole’s eyes widen in disbelief. “My love—you can’t be serious.” “I’m dead serious,” I say, my voice colder
JASON. “Which room have you placed Nicole?” I storm into the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest, barely able to contain the storm of rage building inside me as I ask one of the nurses at the entrance. She bows her head to show submissiveness, “She is in suite 03,” she responds immediate
“What is an outsider trying to do? She’s not fit to be helping here,” someone murmurs just out of earshot, though their disdain carries. “You are right. What will the Alpha's bitch do differently here?” “Nothing…” “Yes, nothing… The Alpha must be bewitched.” Their words sting, each one like
HANNAH. The nausea hits me like a tidal wave, relentless and unyielding that I barely make it to the bathroom before my stomach revolts, expelling everything I’d eaten today. My hands grip the edge of the sink as I gasp for air, my reflection in the mirror pale and clammy. How could I ruin to
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