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,
What if the enemy comes after me and Liam? I dare to look at Jason again, wondering if I’ll ever truly know him. “If you didn’t have a hand in Nicole's sudden death, then who did?” I ask softly, voicing the question that’s been clawing at the back of my mind since I heard the news. “Nicole was dang
JASON 3 hours later… As we cross the Blue Moon border, the dense forest gives way to a guarded path lined with the pack’s warriors, their gazes sharp and assessing. At the forefront stands their Alpha, Daniel, poised with his chin held high and eyes calculating as they settle on me. His guards f
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