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
STACY. (Meanwhile at the mansion…) The zipper of Liam's backpack scrapes faintly as I pull it closed, the sound cutting through the quiet frustration building inside me. I glance over at him, perched on the edge of his chair, happily munching away at his breakfast, completely unaware of the turm
Jason’s eyes narrow, jealousy flashing across his face. "Who?" I don’t answer his question right away, letting his question hang in the air as I turn to Liam, helping him adjust the strap of his backpack. “Excuse us Jason, Liam will be late for school if we stay a minute longer,” I take Liam’s
STACY. "Stacy, there’s no one here. You must be imagining things.” Hannah shakes her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. I narrow my eyes, unconvinced, but decide to let it go—for now. "Fine, but don’t think I’m dropping it. I didn’t come here to interrogate you anyway." Hannah arches a
My stomach churns. "But… who? The only person I can think of is dead." Miss Hazel’s eyes darken, and her voice lowers. "It's mistress Cruz, Nicole’s grandmother." Hannah nearly chokes on her tea. "What?" "She believes you are responsible for her granddaughter's death," Miss Hazel continues, he
JASON. (Back at the mansion) “Who the fuck is Stacy going out on a date with?” Anger flares instantly, hot and sharp, making my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin, growling at the mere thought of her with another man within the pack. Jealousy claws at me, images of her laughing, smiling—t
I stop pacing, turning to face her. “Do you think I still stand a chance with her even if I can't remember?” Mom smiles faintly, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “If anyone can fix this, it’s you. But you’ll have to fight for her, Jason. Really fight. And this time, don’t let anything—magic or memor
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