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
STACY. As Jason and I pull up to one of the fancy restaurants around the pack, my mind is still racing... The memory of the van, the screeching tires, and Jason’s arms around me flashes through my thoughts again and again. I shift in my seat, feeling anxious of what almost happened, but Jason d
“I visit them every week,” he continues, “because it fills a part of me that was empty after I buried you and Liam.” I don’t know what to say. My heart aches at his confession, and for the first time in years, I see a side of Jason I didn’t think existed. Maybe he isn't that bad of a person after
JASON. Stacy’s door slams shut, and I’m left sitting alone in my car, her sharp words still hanging in the air like a slap to the face after I just spoke to my son. False hope? The accusation digs deep, but I can’t say she’s wrong. I did tell Liam what he wanted to hear, and I meant every word
--- When I get home, the first thing I see is Nicole sitting in the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine like she hasn’t done a damn thing wrong. “Nicole,” I snap, and her head jerks up. She blinks at me, all fake innocence, but I’m not in the mood to play her games. “Which document did you capture
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Stacy sighs dramatically. “Men.” I grin, shaking my head. But deep down, I know how lucky we are. After everything, we made it. We fought our battles, we endured the worst, and we won. Now, we have everything we ever wanted... Love, family, and a future brighter than we ever imagined. And fo
HANNAH. An hour later, Laughter and music fill the air as guests drink, dance, and toast to our happiness. Alpha Jason and Stacy are still smirking from the earlier spectacle, but even they are caught up in the lighthearted atmosphere. Daniel never leaves my side. His hand stays firmly on my
Daniel stiffens. His entire body goes rigid, as his jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. “What?” His voice is barely more than a growl. I nod, my grip on his hand tightening. “You heard me.” Fury flashes in his eyes, dark and dangerous. He doesn’t even hesitate before turning on h
HANNAH. I freeze in the doorway, my breath hitching as my brain struggles to catch up with the sight before me. Roxanne and Adrian. Together! Their bodies are tangled together with their hands greedy, and their lips locked in a desperate, forbidden kiss. Clothes are haphazardly disheveled, Roxann
I stare at the pile, then burst out laughing. “Were you two planning to open a pharmacy?” Daniel smirks. “Figured it was better to be thorough.” I shake my head, grabbing one of the tests and handing it to Stacy. “Alright, go pee on this.” Stacy glares at me like I just asked her to do something
HANNAH “You, get a doctor! Now!” Daniel’s voice booms through the wedding venue, commanding instant obedience from the nearest guard. But even as the order leaves his lips, I tighten my grip on his arm. “Baby, I am a doctor, remember?” His eyes flick to mine, realization dawning before he steps a
HANNAH. "Uh-uh, no, not today" Stacy says the moment her eyes land on Margaret. "Please, just hear me out," Margaret pleads, standing in a simple deep red dress suited for her age. She looks… hesitant, so unlike her usual self. Gone is the cold authority, and the condescending stare. Instead, he
HANNAH. (Hours later) Dinner is tense, the air thick with an unspoken rivalry that neither Roxanne nor I are willing to acknowledge outright. The dining room is dimly lit, with the scent of roasted chicken filling the air, but I can barely focus on the food. My attention is solely on Daniel and