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
JASON. Having Stacy back here, in the pack, feels surreal. I glance at her as we walk through the halls of the packhouse, her heels tapping softly on the polished floors. I finally have her where I can reach her again, no more avoiding me, no more hiding. I can win her back, piece by piece, and th
But then I hear another voice, smaller, more innocent. “Mommy?” My heart stops. It's Liam. My son. I can’t stop myself. I push the door open wider, and before Stacy can react, I’m right next to her, staring at the screen. There he is. Liam. Our son. I barely register Stacy’s shocked expression
JASON. I can't believe she did that. Stacy's door slammed behind me and the echo reverberated through my chest leaving a hollowness. I stand outside her apartment, fists clenched and heart hammering…. I still can't believe she shut me out after everything we share. But at least I got to see my s
STACY After I kicked Jason out of my apartment, I couldn’t shake the thought of him grabbing my phone and talking to my son wasn't done on purpose. Was this part of some twisted plan to worm his way back into my life? What lie can I now tell Liam to hide the truth from him after that stunt?
"Stacy, who else made you moan like that?" He whispers in my ear causing goosebumps to rise. "N-no-one," I stutter. "Who else made you scream like that?”He whispers again before biting my earlobe softly. "Nobody," I whimper. "Do you still want me to stop?" He says, pulling his face away
STACY. “Luna Linda?” “Stacy.” Her voice is gentle but firm. She still has the kind of voice that commands respect after all these years. She steps inside, her eyes scanning the apartment before settling on me. “When Jason told me you were alive a few days ago, I honestly didn't believe him and w
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