Apologies for not updating yesterday. It's flu season in my country and I can't seem to find the right words to piece my story with a running nose... With that said, Thank you for reading ;)
STACY. The road to Blue Moon feels like it stretches endlessly before us, and each mile drag my heart deeper into dread. I steal a worried glance at Daniel. My heart feeling heavy, and torn between relief for Liam and guilt over leaving Jason behind. "Daniel," I say quietly, glancing at him.
STACY. An hour passes, dragging painfully as I sit in the cold waiting room. My mind swings between the urgent prayers for Liam and the nagging worry about Jason. I can’t help picturing both alone, facing their worst fears… Each time a door creaks or footsteps echo in the hallway, my heart l
STACY. Two days have passed since we returned from the hospital, and though everything seems normal, an undercurrent of tension remains. Jason’s guards are stationed around us day and night, a constant reminder that he still believes his enemies could strike at any moment once again. I’m sitting
I look at her, surprised. “What? Lizzy, you don’t really think…” Her expression turns serious. “It’s just… lately, I’ve noticed a couple of strange men outside our office. They’ve been hanging around at odd times, looking out of place. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but it doesn’t feel right.” A chil
STACY. “Driver, please get the car—we’re leaving now,” I order the guard who escorted me to the office. He nods and rushes out, leaving me staring down at the contents of the box I just received. Inside is a photo of me and my son smeared in some red substance, accompanied by a strange, unsettli
He glances at Jason, who holds his gaze and gives a brief nod in acknowledgment. There’s an understanding between them that doesn’t need words—a silent agreement that Jason will look after me, but that Daniel will be there if I need him. “Thank you, Daniel,” I whisper, giving him a small, grateful
STACY. Jason turns to me, calm and unbothered. “This is where you’ll be staying with me.” I blink, caught off guard once again. “But… the apartment at the pack house is perfectly fine for us—” Jason interrupts, his tone firm but gentle. “My mansion is perfect for my family. Now, please, come i
“So, what do you suggest now?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. His gaze flickers, hesitating for just a moment. “You’d be safer if… if you stayed with me tonight. In my room.” The suggestion hangs in the air between us, thickening the silence. I know it’s practical, a decision made out of caut
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