“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
“Yes, Alpha,” he murmurs, eyes cast down. With a curt nod, I stride back to the car, sliding into the driver’s seat, with my mind whirring. My mind is racing with contingencies, plans upon plans stacking up to counter the shortages and increased demands. The drive back is quiet. But the inso
STACY. Warm sunlight filters through the curtains as I blink awake, stretching my arms. My eyes land on Jason, sitting across the room, watching me with that quiet intensity he sometimes has. I pull the covers a little closer, feeling unexpectedly shy. "How long have you been watching us?" I mur
Liam giggles, looking up at me. “Mommy, do we really look like twins?” I lean down, ruffling his damp hair. “Of course, you do, sweetheart. The cutest twins I’ve ever seen.” Jason flashes me a warm smile, holding my gaze for a moment. “Thanks.” Feeling a little flustered, I nod and clear my th
STACY. Linda’s question about remarriage rings in the air, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I try to mask my unease, but my heart is racing, thudding against my chest. Why is she bringing this up now? The pressure mounts, and without thinking, I nudge Jason’s le
The words sting, and I fight to keep my tone polite, though every part of me is seething. “Ya, sure, you’ll all make the right decision for my son I have raised by myself,” I say, forcing a strained smile. “Please excuse me. I can't continue this conversation anymore.” I don’t wait for a response.
JASON. As I walk back into the dining room, jaw clenched, I find my parents still chatting away with Liam, acting as if they haven’t just shaken up Stacy’s entire morning. The air is thick with my frustration, and I clear my throat, drawing their attention. “Mom,” I say, keeping my voice low but
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