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
STACY. (Meanwhile at the pack hospital...) The familiar sterile scent of the hospital fills the air as I walk down the hall to find Hannah. I find her immediately and she’s in the middle of stitching up a patient, her concentration focused but still manages a bright smile when she spots me. “H
With my mind settled, I make a quick stop by my old apartment in the pack house. I still have a few things I can't leave behind in there. As I walk through the familiar hallways of the pack house, I catch snippets of hushed conversations between two she wolves. "Did you hear? Alpha Jason divorced
JASON. As soon as Stacy calls to apologize, I feel a weight lift. It’s the smallest thing, but it feels huge. This is progress—she actually called me first, willing to make things right. I don’t think I’ve been this hopeful in a long time… When we finally meet outside the pack mall, I catch the
She studies me, finally relenting with a small smile. “Okay, maybe just a few things.” She walks around, this time actually looking at the items for herself. I watch her pick out a couple of scarves, a soft sweater, and a delicate bracelet excitedly. Afterward, arms full of bags, we all head to my
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