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
JASON. Knock, knock… My attempt to kiss Stacy gets disturbed after a while of trying to get back close to her once again. I clench my jaw, holding back a curse… Damn it! Stacy’s gaze flits to the door, her lips curving with a faint, knowing smile. “You… should get that,” she says softly, pu
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