“I’m filing for divorce,” I say, my voice cold, and detached. “My lawyers will handle everything in the next couple of days. You’ll be taken care of financially.” Her eyes snap up, wide and terrified. “Divorce? No, Jason, no. You can’t do this to me. We’re mates. We’re supposed to be together fore
STACY. “Such a lying bastard!” I murmur while I glance at the crumpled note Jason passed under the door on the floor where I tossed it, mocking me with its presence. I refuse to read it again. I’ve already given Jason too much of my time, thoughts, and life by coming back to his damn pack to plan
Hannah sits down beside me. “Stacy…” She looks at me like she knows exactly what’s coming. “You told him Jason’s going?” I nod slowly, feeling the weight of the lie pressing down on me. “I didn’t want him to feel left out, Han. He’s been through so much, and now he thinks Jason’s going to be there
STACY. An hour after the threat call… My finger hovers over the call button for what feels like forever, but the digits on the screen aren’t unfamiliar. Even though I haven’t dialed Jason’s number in years, it’s still ingrained in my memory, like a scar that refuses to fade. ‘Just do it for cry
Inside, the familiar faces are just as I remember. Some pale, like they’ve seen a ghost, while others smile, murmuring quietly to each other. I walk past them, my heels clicking against the polished floors as I head to the elevator. By the time I reach Jason’s floor, my heart is a pounding mess. T
JASON. “Stacy!” My voice rips through the air, louder than I’ve ever shouted before... I’d followed her just to insist on driving her after our ‘meeting’ just to say ‘thank you’ for allowing me back into Liam's life. Honestly I was happy that we were making progress even though Stacy was still clo
NICOLE. “What's taking them so long?” I pace back and forth in my room while fidgeting with my hands. Suddenly, my phone buzzes on my nightstand, dragging me out of my anxious thoughts. I swifty reach for it, my heartbeat quickening when I see the name on the screen: It’s one of my rogue bodygua
“Whatever the answer is, the drama is about to get even hotter,” I keep walking, head held high, ignoring the whispers. They don’t matter. None of them matter. Just as I reach the elevator, one of the secretaries—bless her for being loyal—rushes up to me, her face flushed with excitement. “Lun
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
He exhales slowly, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I think he might actually say what’s on his mind. But instead, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to fight with you, love. Just let it go.” “No,” I say firmly, climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside him. “I won’t let it go, Jason. If you’re
STACY. (Three hours later) The evening had been perfect—or so I thought. The grand opening of my building went off without a hitch after the lights came back on, but something about Jason’s demeanor since then has left me uneasy. We barely spoke on the ride home. He was unusually quiet, his jaw