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
“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
HANNAH. (meanwhile in Blue Moon) The first rays of sunlight seep through the curtains, spilling a soft, golden light across the room. My body feels pleasantly achy, a tender reminder of the endless passion Daniel and I shared in the past two days cooked up in his room since we arrived here. I
STACY. ‘Marry me again!?’ The words take my breath away. Oh my Goddess. That's why he's been acting strange all evening. He wanted to proposal... My heart pounds wildly as I struggle to steady my racing pulse. “What?” I whisper, my anger evaporating in an instant. Jason doesn’t respond imme