“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
“Hey,” I say, forcing a casual tone. “What brings you here?” “Nothing,” she replies lightly, though her eyes are searching mine. “Just thought I’d check on you. So… who’s the guy? Is he the reason you were acting so weird this morning at the arena?” I laugh nervously, waving her off like it’s no
JASON. “How can I win over Stacy?” I sit behind my massive oak desk, fingers steepled as I stare out the window, frustration gnawing at me. The midday sun does little to warm the icy knot in my chest even after a vigorous workout session with the woman I love. I’ve tried everything to win Stacy
I chuckle, keeping my eyes on the road. “Sounds like she might be happy. Maybe give her some space?” “Space for what? She’s my good friend—she’s not supposed to keep secrets from me,” Stacy huffs, completely unaware of the grin tugging at my lips. “It’s suspicious. Do you think it’s serious?” I
STACY I stare at the documents Jason just handed me, my heart racing. The words 'Property Deed' and the official pack seal glare back at me like an accusation. This building—this multibillion-dollar marvel—is his way of apologizing? My fingers tremble as I lift my gaze to meet his. This was def
Dinner is surprisingly relaxed. We talk about everything and nothing—Liam’s antics at his new school, pack affairs, even the latest gossip about Hannah's mystery man. Jason listens intently, laughing at the right moments and adding his own insights. By the time the plates are cleared, I’m surprise
STACY Ring, ring… “Hey stac_” “Hannah, Jason is dying. What should I do?” I cut her off, my voice trembling as I kneel besides Jason's unconscious body. “Stacy, calm down and tell me what is happening?” Hannah replies, her voice steady but urgent. “Someone shot him with two silver arrows.
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