“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
“Daddy come on—” Stacy tries to intervene in a soft voice, but he raises a hand, silencing her. “No, Stacy. This man broke your heart and turned his back on you. Now he expects us to welcome him back?” He shakes his head. “You have a lot of nerve, Jason.” His words cut deeper than I’d like to ad
JASON. Meeting Alpha Frank and his wife after so many years was unnerving; their judgment was unmistakable. But enduring it was worth every tense moment because now, finally, I'm here—standing in Stacy’s home, with my family. As I step through Stacy's small living room but comfortable, Liam is per
STACY. I wake up feeling a mixture of nerves and relief. Yesterday went surprisingly well—my parents were civil enough to let Jason stay for Liam’s sports day, even though they’ve made it clear they haven’t forgiven him. And honestly, I can’t blame them. But I’m grateful that they allowed him to b
As we weave through the crowd, Liam tugs at my hand. “Mom, I’m thirsty again. Can I have some water?” I sigh, glancing down at him. “Liam, you just had water on the way here. Didn’t you bring your water bottle?” He looks at me sheepishly. “I left it in Daddy's car.” I close my eyes for a momen
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