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
HANNAH. The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as I carefully stitch a patient's stubborn, unhealing wound. My hands move with practised precision, but my mind is far from here. No matter how much I try to focus, my thoughts keep circling back to last night—with Daniel. I can still
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