STACY. “Mommy, are you okay?” Liam's voice breaks through my fog, pulling me back to the present. I force a smile, but it feels heavy on my lips. “Of course, sweetheart, I’m okay. just a little tired that all.” His small brow furrows with concern. “Then why aren’t you telling me what time Dadd
STACY. Once away from Linda and the elders, I press my phone to my ear as I pace the corridor outside the hospital’s main lobby. Each step feels heavier than the last, like the weight of Jason’s condition is anchoring me to the ground. “Hi, this is Miss White,” I say, keeping my voice steady des
“Yes?” I straighten up, brushing my hair out of my face as I compose myself. “These are Alpha Jason’s personal items which were found on him last night,” he says, extending the bag toward me. Inside, I see Jason’s phone, wallet, and a few other small things. "I thought you would like to have them
STACY. Half an hour later, Greg, Liam, and I are heading toward Jason’s office. The weight of my new role as interim Alpha feels heavier with each step, but I keep my head high for Liam’s sake. He skips innocently a little ahead, clutching Greg’s hand, his energy a stark contrast to the turmoil
STACY. The hum of the car engine fills the silence as I stare out the window, my thoughts spiraling into the unknown. Jason’s unlabelled file sits heavy in my mind. The sheer scale of those profits is unnerving. What kind of business generates that much money? And why would he keep it hidden?
Her words offer a flicker of hope, but the weight in my chest remains. “I just wish I knew how to help him,” I admit, my voice cracking. “You’re helping by being here,” Hannah says firmly. “And by staying strong for Liam.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Thanks, Hannah. I needed to hea
STACY. Jason’s eyes flutter open, his brow furrowing as he stares at me. “Who are you?” He asks, his voice is groggy, and confused. The words hit me harder than they should, like a punch straight to my gut. I blink, frozen, trying to process what he just said. Who am I? Is Jason serious right
I turn away from Jason's door and watch as the doctor walks away, leaving me with my thoughts and the heavy weight of uncertainty. I press my palms to my cheeks, wiping away tears that won’t stop falling. Jason doesn’t remember me… but I’ll remind him. I have to for Liam. Straightening my should
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