NICOLE. Meanwhile in midnight pack... “Why is Jason not yet back?” I pace back and forth across the marble floors of the mansion, my fingers clenched into fists. The rage bubbling inside me threatens to spill over, but I bite my lip to keep it in check. It’s been two days since Jason ordered me
Victor lets out a disappointed sigh. “Nicole, you need to be smarter than this. You’re telling me you don’t know anything? Not a single piece of information we could use?” I feel a cold sweat start to form at the back of my neck. “I don’t… but maybe we could check his office? We could look through
STACY Hours after Jason left... I can’t help but smile when Hannah unexpectedly steps into my hospital room. It feels like it’s been ages since I last saw her, and despite the circumstances, her presence is exactly what I need. "Stacy!" Hannah exclaims, rushing over and wrapping me in a hug. H
JASON. I sit in my office, the weight of the past few days settling over me like a heavy cloud, but finally, there’s a ray of hope. The pack business is going smoothly, yet my mind is elsewhere, focused on two persons: Stacy and my son Liam. How can I get them back home without much fuss? Sudd
STACY. The morning of Alpha Kingston daughter's birthday is in full swing, laughter and chatter bouncing through the grand ballroom.... The event I planned with Lizzy is unfolding beautifully, each detail meticulously attended to, just as I expected. The shimmer of fairy lights overhead casts a so
STACY. ‘How can you be so ignorant not to read the small print Stacy?’ My wolf scolds me via mind link non-stop. It's now giving me a headache while I drive home from Alpha Kingston's pack. I grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles are white from rage and anger... How did I not see thi
STACY. An hour later, I'm packing my bags in the silence of my house as I’m still replaying Jason's words in my mind. I hate him more for how he has manipulated me to go back into his territory, where he’ll have full access to me whenever he wants. Again, why is he doing this? He has Nico
I swallow hard and avoid his gaze, zipping up my last suitcase. “Thanks for caring, but I’ll be fine.” He doesn’t press any further, but the unspoken worry lingers in the air. We finish our coffee, and I walk him to the door. As he leaves, I feel a pang of guilt for not being able to open up to hi
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