JASON. An hour later…. I sit in my SUV, gripping the steering wheel harder than I need to. My heart hasn’t stopped pounding since Stacy called earlier. I can’t believe she actually agreed to this. After the way she brushed me off this morning, I thought I’d blown any chance I had. The front do
We eat, the conversation staying light at first. We talk about Liam—his latest drawings, and how good he is at football because that's all I can remember. Stacy’s face lights up when she talks about him, and I catch myself smiling more than I have in days. But as the plates empty, I decide to take
STACY. “Jason,” I call sharply, drawing his attention back to me. “Can we just… forget about whoever that is? Please?” The gentle rustle of leaves and the soft ripple of water do nothing to calm the storm inside me. I glance at Jason, who keeps glancing over his shoulder toward the figure that h
When we finally pull apart, I search his face, my heart racing. Did it work? Did the curse break? Maybe I should kiss him again just to make sure it worked. He looks at me, his brows furrowing slightly as if he’s trying to process something. “Wow… what was that for?” I let out a shaky l
STACY. SPLASH!!! A sudden splash of icy water jolts me awake, and I gasp, my body trembling from the shock. Where am I and how long have I been out? My vision blurs, but as I blink rapidly, the dim, cold reality of my surroundings sets in. The walls are made of damp stone, the air thick wit
I hear Jason exhale sharply, but he doesn’t argue further. The stone comes loose in my hand, heavier than I expected. I glance toward the cell door, my heart pounding. Whatever happens, I can’t let Victor win. I need to get to Jason. As I grip the stone tightly, the sound of Victor’s laughter ec
STACY. “But wait—what’s the plan before we charge in there?” I ask, grabbing Jason’s arm to stop him. Jason turns his head slightly, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. “The plan?” he echoes, his voice low and calm despite the tension crackling around us. “The plan not to shift because this is a sm
Victor’s eyes gleam with cruel satisfaction as he pulls a blade from his belt. He lunges forward, the blade flashing in the dim light, and sinks it into Jason’s side. Jason lets out a strangled sound, dropping to one knee. “No!” The word rips from my throat as I see him collapse, clutching his sid
“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