“How so?” I shake my head, incredulous. “I was under a spell Stacy,” he says in one breath and I scoff. Here comes the love potion excuse. “Don’t you dare make this about being under a spell. You left because it your mind was weak for Nicole. That's why.” “I know that now,” he admits, his voi
NICOLE. My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the counter, desperately trying to find some stability amidst the storm raging inside me. To make matters worse, the exhaustion is unbearable; I haven’t slept since Jason dropped the bombshell. His words haunt me, replaying in my mind like a never-
STACY. It’s been a day since Jason poured his heart out, saying he was going to divorce Nicole. The weight of his words still lingers, even though I’ve been keeping myself busy, throwing all my focus into planning Alpha John's party to avoid thinking about him. Working from my apartment has bee
SLAP!!! The slap happens before I can even process the insult. My hand stings, and Nicole stumbles back, her hand flying to her cheek. The coffee shop goes dead silent, eyes wide as everyone watches the drama unfold. “You slapped me?" "Yes and I will do it again if you dare insult my son again
STACY. “The things I’m sorry for just keep piling up. I must sound like a broken record by now,” Jason breaks the silence as we walk toward his car. I can’t help the small smile that pulls at my lips for a moment. I glance at him, then quickly shift my gaze to the black van parked nearby, its pres
I swallow hard, still refusing to look at him. Stay focused Stacy. He is just playing with your mind… Jason leans in a little closer, his breath brushing my ear. “I’m a free man you know. I divorced her, just like I said I would. What more do you need to see that I’m serious?” The words hit h
JASON. “What happened?” Stacy asks quietly, sensing the shift in my mood after ending my call with my head warrior. I pause, glancing at her. She’s always been able to read me better than anyone else, and right now, I can tell she’s concerned. But I can’t involve her in this—at least not yet.
DANIEL. Days prior to the fight… As soon as Stacy hung up after her unexpected call since leaving the pack, my mind spiraled out of control. She’d called for advice—about co-parenting with Jason, as if I wouldn’t pick up on the forced calm in her voice. The way she spoke about him, so casually,
I squeeze her arm. “Deal.” Another knock sounds at the door, breaking the moment. “Luna, it’s time,” an omega announces. My stomach flips. This is it. I take a deep breath, my hands shaking slightly. This isn’t just a wedding. It’s a second chance—at happiness, at love, at rewriting my story
STACY. (Meanwhile in another room in the mansion) I sit in front of the mirror as my mom fixes my hair, the soft bristles of her brush gliding through my blonde curls. I should be excited because it’s my wedding day and I just got the sweetest note from my mate a few minutes ago but something fe
His words settle deep in my chest. He’s right. Stacy is giving me another chance, but that doesn’t erase what I did. “I’ll love her right this time,” I say, my voice firm. “Divorce will never be an option again.” A proud smile tugs at his lips. “Good.” The conversation shifts to lighter topics
JASON. An hour later after Stacy's dress distress moment at the bridal shop, I stand at the wedding venue which looks perfect. White and gold decorations gleam under the afternoon sun, and the floral arrangements line the aisle exactly as planned. Everything is in place, just as my mother promised
“Alright, what’s the crisis this time?” she asks, her hands on her hips. I glance at Jason, who’s still wearing that unreadable smirk that’s been tormenting me all morning. “First, tell me what happened at the club that has your Alpha smiling like that.” I say pointing to Jason. Hannah frowns, l
STACY. (Meanwhile in midnight pack) It's the day before my wedding, I sit on a plush cream couch in the boutique while my fingers absently smoothing the fabric of my skirt. My gaze shifts to Jason, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his lips curved into that same infuriatingly smug
DANIEL. (Meanwhile in Blue Moon pack) It’s been two damn days since Hannah left, slamming the door behind her, leaving me with more questions than answers. The mansion feels colder, quieter, like her absence has stolen something vital from it and me... I have tried calling her cell none-stop but
STACY. (The Next Morning) “Oh, my head...” The pounding ache in my skull drags me awake, and as I slowly open my eyes, the sunlight streaming through the curtains feels like a stab to my senses. My mouth is dry as sand, and my stomach is twisting uneasily. “What happened last night?” I groan, tu
I stalk toward the bed, my eyes locked with hers. As soon as I reach her side, she grabs my hips and pull me towards her face. Her warm breath fans against my erection, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. She leans forward, running the tip of her tongue along the underside of my rigid c