--- By the time lunch arrives, the tension in the air has eased somewhat. Liam chatters happily on the carpet, showing off his colorful drawings as Stacy and I sit together at the table. “Mommy, look!” Liam calls out, holding up a crayon sketch of what I can only assume is our family. “It’s be
DANIEL. The office feels stifling. Papers clutter my desk, demanding my attention, but my thoughts are elsewhere—on her. No matter how much I try to focus, her face keeps invading my mind. Her voice, her scent, the way her eyes sparkle with mischief yet hold secrets she won’t dare share. It’s madd
DANIEL. I'm going to make sure we're both more than satisfied. My hand roughly cups her breast over her shirt and she moans. "No, not here, it's too open and I don't want anyone seeing us," she gets into her car and I follow her immediately, jumping in the front seat with her. The windows are ti
STACY. It’s been a week since the rooftop incident, and of Jason’s cryptic behavior. I still don’t know if he was serious about asking me to marry him or if it was just another one of his bold statements to throw me off balance. I push the thought aside as I help Liam with his shoes. “Mom, can w
As the car hums to life and Greg merges onto the road, my thoughts drift away, tangled in the endless web of details and deadlines. We’re halfway there when the car jerks to a sudden stop in a secluded area. “What’s going on?” I ask, looking up just in time to see three figures emerge from the t
STACY. (Next morning) The faint sound of my bedroom door creaking open pulls me from a hazy dream. I squint against the soft light spilling in from the hallway. Jason’s voice, low and gentle, breaks the silence. “wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” I groan and bury my face in the pillow. “Jason.
STACY. “No, nothing out of the ordinary,” I say, perhaps too quickly. “The week has been busy with your father’s preparations for the party to notice anything strange.” Jason’s eyes linger on me for a moment longer, as if he doesn’t entirely believe me, but he lets it go. “If something does happ
“You did good for someone who's been slacking on their training,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “Thanks,” I reply, my cheeks flushing for what feels like the hundredth time that morning. Suddenly, movement at the edge of the arena catches my attention. I turn to see Hannah walking in, her
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Stacy sighs dramatically. “Men.” I grin, shaking my head. But deep down, I know how lucky we are. After everything, we made it. We fought our battles, we endured the worst, and we won. Now, we have everything we ever wanted... Love, family, and a future brighter than we ever imagined. And fo
HANNAH. An hour later, Laughter and music fill the air as guests drink, dance, and toast to our happiness. Alpha Jason and Stacy are still smirking from the earlier spectacle, but even they are caught up in the lighthearted atmosphere. Daniel never leaves my side. His hand stays firmly on my
Daniel stiffens. His entire body goes rigid, as his jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. “What?” His voice is barely more than a growl. I nod, my grip on his hand tightening. “You heard me.” Fury flashes in his eyes, dark and dangerous. He doesn’t even hesitate before turning on h
HANNAH. I freeze in the doorway, my breath hitching as my brain struggles to catch up with the sight before me. Roxanne and Adrian. Together! Their bodies are tangled together with their hands greedy, and their lips locked in a desperate, forbidden kiss. Clothes are haphazardly disheveled, Roxann
I stare at the pile, then burst out laughing. “Were you two planning to open a pharmacy?” Daniel smirks. “Figured it was better to be thorough.” I shake my head, grabbing one of the tests and handing it to Stacy. “Alright, go pee on this.” Stacy glares at me like I just asked her to do something
HANNAH “You, get a doctor! Now!” Daniel’s voice booms through the wedding venue, commanding instant obedience from the nearest guard. But even as the order leaves his lips, I tighten my grip on his arm. “Baby, I am a doctor, remember?” His eyes flick to mine, realization dawning before he steps a
HANNAH. "Uh-uh, no, not today" Stacy says the moment her eyes land on Margaret. "Please, just hear me out," Margaret pleads, standing in a simple deep red dress suited for her age. She looks… hesitant, so unlike her usual self. Gone is the cold authority, and the condescending stare. Instead, he
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