JASON. A day later, I’m pacing the grand hall of what I thought was my parent's mansion, my footsteps echoing off the cold marble floors. The place feels suffocatingly unfamiliar, despite everyone here acting like they know me. Warriors and servants nod their heads respectfully as I pass, their g
What kind of life did I have if I can’t even recognize myself in it? My parents walk into the living room with concern etched on their faces but they don't say anything. Suddenly, the sound of small, hurried footsteps pulls me out of my swirling thoughts as the main door to the mansion creaks open,
STACY (Meanwhile, at Jason’s office…) I shuffle the papers on Jason’s desk, signing off on the last of the daily approvals with a pen that feels heavier than it should. The chair beneath me creaks, but I barely notice. My focus is on the stack of documents that never seems to shrink—the mountain
Hannah leans closer, her expression soft with understanding. “Sometimes memories resurface when you least expect them. But you have to be patient, Stacy. If you push too hard, you might only drive him further away. I know that your love can conquer anything.” Patience and love. Not exactly my stro
STACY. Later That Evening… The faint sound of splashing water echoes through the bathroom as I kneel by the tub, running a washcloth over Liam’s arms. His cheeks are flushed from the warmth, as his little hands are busy creating waves in the soapy water. “Mommy,” Liam says, his voice bright, “
This is definitely progress from yesterday… I smile to myself. — Hours later, the night air clings to me, thick and heavy, as I stare at the ceiling. Sleep feels impossible. My thoughts keep circling back to the old woman. Her gaze isn’t something I can shake. Every time I close my eyes, she’s t
JASON. The ache in my head is unbearable, a relentless thudding that drowns out everything else. My muscles burn, but it isn’t from training. It’s something deeper, something clawing at me from the inside. I storm into the men's room at the training arena, slamming the door hard enough to ra
"Like this," I said, gently adjusting Liam’s grip on the ball. “Keep your eyes on me. Ready?” “Ready!” he shouted, his little voice brimming with excitement. I took a step back and threw the ball, just enough to challenge him. For a second, I thought he’d miss, but Liam’s hands shot out, and he
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