The sight of prisoners being dragged across the border hits me like a punch to the gut. What is Jason up to? All packs in our region had agreed—no more taking in prisoners. Yet here they are, beaten and broken. This isn’t just about Stacy anymore; something darker is brewing here. But I shake o
STACY. Meanwhile at the venue…. I try to stay focused on the event setup, but my thoughts keep drifting off to nothing when suddenly Jason returns just as abrupt as he left earlier. The unease I’ve been feeling all morning sharpens. He walks into the venue like everything’s fine, but somethin
I nod, giving him a soft, albeit wary, smile in return. “I hope so.”.... After we finish our lunch, Jason insists on driving me back even though it's a walkable distance back to the venue. But instead of heading toward the venue, he takes a different route. I frown in confusion. “Where are we g
NICOLE. "Ma'am, where are we headed? We've been driving around for over an hour and if we ain't careful, we might run out of gas in the middle of nowhere." My driver's soft voice pulls me from my thoughts. I glance out the window and realize we've long left the pack's territory. I definitely don't
This will work. It has to work. By the time I reach his mansion, it’s late, and only a few guards are watching the house. It is dark and perfect to sneak inside using the secret passages. I make my way to Jason's bedroom. There he is, sleeping peacefully. I swifty strip off all my clothes and slide
JASON. It’s been two days since I chased Nicole out of the pack after she attempted to seduce me, looking like Stacy... and also two days since Daniel stormed in, all righteous and concerned, thinking Stacy was here against her will. Hatred and Jealousy twisted in my gut when Stacy asked me to apo
“Our son,” I correct gently. A small smile tugs at her lips. “Yes, our son, Jason. Now, can we get going so we can see him sooner rather than later?” I take a deep breath, steadying myself before slipping behind the wheel… As I drive out, I catch Stacy eyeing the convoy of the guard's cars in the
STACY How could Nicole be dead? I just saw her two days ago, looking perfectly healthy. I tighten my arms across my chest, barely holding back my anger as I glare at Jason. “Prove it to me, Jason. Prove you had no hand in her sudden death.” My voice is sharp. I hadn’t meant to sound so accusatory,
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
She ends the call and turns to me, practically glowing with excitement. "Great news. That was an old friend of mine who owns a bridal boutique. I asked for a favor earlier, and she’s sending over a selection of dresses, ones you’ll actually like." I let out a breath of relief, shaking my head. "Th
ANNAH. (An hour later) I sit cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine Stacy came home with while she scribbles notes in a planner. The coffee table between us is littered with fabric swatches, floral arrangements, and sample wedding invitations. The scent of fresh roses fr
"You’re a damn tease," I snap. Daniel only smirks before lowering his mouth to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it between his lips. "Mmm," I murmur, arching my back to press my breast further into his mouth. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive under his touc
HANNAH "You want proof that you are the only woman I love? Fine. I'll show you proof," Daniel says while locking the bedroom door behind him. I frown slightly as my pulse quickens. "What do you think you are doing?” He doesn't respond to my question but walks toward me with the grace of a leop
She nods faintly, leaning against me as we walk. But just as we reach the steps, Roxanne stumbles. I react instantly, catching her before she can fall. Her hands grip my shoulders for support, and as I pull her upright, our faces end up dangerously too close even for my own comfort. Her breath bru
Roxanne doesn’t react immediately. She just studies me, her eyes flickering with something I can’t quite place. I don’t offer more because that’s the truth. Hannah isn’t perfect. But with her, I don’t feel the weight of politics, alliances, or expectations pressing down on me. She makes me feel al
DANIEL. (Meanwhile on the side of the pack) The quiet hum of the air conditioning fills Roxanne’s hotel suite, but it does nothing to cool the unease settling in my chest while I sit on the couch with my fingers tapping absent minded against my knee as I stare at the untouched glass of whiskey on
I roll my eyes, my patience thinning. "I’m not asking for permission. I just need to go somewhere." More awkward silence. Just as I’m about to snap, one of the younger drivers steps forward. "I can drive you anywhere you need to go, Luna." I study him for a moment. He looks nervous but determi