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.
“They’re treating him,” I reply quickly, stepping forward, with my words tumbling over each other. “The doctor hasn’t come out yet—” “Oh my goddess…What happened, Stacy?” she interrupts, her tone laced with suspicion and anger. I hesitate, swallowing hard against the dryness in my throat. “He wa
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
She ends the call and turns to me, practically glowing with excitement. "Great news. That was an old friend of mine who owns a bridal boutique. I asked for a favor earlier, and she’s sending over a selection of dresses, ones you’ll actually like." I let out a breath of relief, shaking my head. "Th
ANNAH. (An hour later) I sit cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine Stacy came home with while she scribbles notes in a planner. The coffee table between us is littered with fabric swatches, floral arrangements, and sample wedding invitations. The scent of fresh roses fr
"You’re a damn tease," I snap. Daniel only smirks before lowering his mouth to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it between his lips. "Mmm," I murmur, arching my back to press my breast further into his mouth. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive under his touc
HANNAH "You want proof that you are the only woman I love? Fine. I'll show you proof," Daniel says while locking the bedroom door behind him. I frown slightly as my pulse quickens. "What do you think you are doing?” He doesn't respond to my question but walks toward me with the grace of a leop
She nods faintly, leaning against me as we walk. But just as we reach the steps, Roxanne stumbles. I react instantly, catching her before she can fall. Her hands grip my shoulders for support, and as I pull her upright, our faces end up dangerously too close even for my own comfort. Her breath bru