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
STACY. “Beautiful flowers for a very beautiful lady,” a familiar husky voice pulls me away from the computer screen I’ve been staring at for hours. I glance up and smile. “Good morning to you too, Daniel.” “Here, I picked these from my garden.” He hands me a bouquet of red roses, the vibrant p
I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “You will not call my son names. I expect you to apologize for that insult, right now.” I demand calmly. The woman scoffs, her husband crossing his arms, both of them standing there with a proud arrogance. “We won’t apologize for speaking the truth. You
STACY. I drive a few miles when suddenly Liam's voice breaks the silence in the car once again, small but insistent. “Mommy, please... I wanna see Daddy. Can we see him soon?” Daddy again for the second time? I grip the steering wheel tighter, forcing a smile for his sake. “Soon, sweetheart. I
He nods quickly, his smirk gone, replaced by fear. I drop him back into the chair and turn to Mark. “Get him out of my sight. I don’t want him anywhere near this pack.” Mark nods, motioning for two guards to take the man away. As they drag him out, I stand there, my fists clenched, my mind racing
DANIEL. The next morning, light filters through the curtains, bathing my bedroom in a muted golden glow while I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Hannah as she sleeps, her face pale but peaceful. She shifts slightly, her hand clutching the blanket as if it’s the only thing keeping her safe. Wor
“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