Ignoring her, I turn to my mother. “ He must have recognized me last night when my mask slipped off… where can I go?” I start to think of places to lay low until Jason left the pack. Mom grips my arms, her voice tight with urgency. “You don't need to leave the pack. Just lay low. I’ll talk to your
JASON. The phone rings once before she picks up. I freeze, my heart thudding heavily in my chest as I hear her breathe on the other end. It’s her. Stacy. My Stacy. I open my mouth to speak, to say something that might fix everything. But all that comes out is a weak, desperate, “Stacy...” There’
Of only I can catch a glimpse of Stacy... It doesn’t take long to find her—Stacy. I spot her through the large window of a small office building. She’s sitting at her desk, her hair tied up, looking as beautiful as she did the last time I saw her. My breath catches and I'm in disbelief. She’s real.
STACY. ‘I want my family back.’ Jason's shocking words echo repeatedly in the back of my mind as I regret showing up for work today. I should have stayed home and laid low like I had said yesterday. My fists clench at my sides as anger surges through me. ‘I’ll fight for you and our son_’ more
JASON. BANG!!! The sound of Stacy's car crash hits me like a physical blow. I’ve been secretly following Stacy since she stepped out of office after our first meeting in a long time, hoping to get another moment to explain myself, and to fix things, but now, all that matters is getting to her.
"I think it's time for you to leave my pack, Barron," Daniel growls through clenched teeth. His eyes flash with barely contained fury. "Once the council gives their response to the alliance proposal, I'll call you." I know better. He just wants to get rid of me before I have a chance to speak to S
STACY. “You have exactly five minutes to say what you want to say then leave. And this time for good Jason. I don't want to see you or breath the same air as you.” I start the conversation while my body aches from the car crash I just encountered. Jason looks at me with remorse and desperation b
Jason swallows hard, looking like he’s on the verge of collapse. “I’m sorry, Stacy. I’m so sorry. But I can’t let you go again.” “Too bad.” My voice is cold, devoid of the warmth I once had for him. “Pretend we are dead to you... I’ve moved on. Liam and I have moved on. We don’t need you.” His f
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