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
JASON. (Days later and Jason is still in a coma) I’m walking, or at least I think I’m walking dressed in a long sleeved white gown. The ground beneath me feels strange, almost weightless, as if I’m floating. Where am I and where is Stacy? I glance around looking for her until I notice there’s
The warmth of Stacy's embrace fades as she sits back down beside me, wiping at her tear-streaked face. My chest tightens at the thought of how much she’s been through while I was unconscious. I reach for her hand, threading my fingers with hers. “How is our son? Has he seen me like this?” I ask, m
STACY. I can’t stop smiling. Every breath Jason takes feels like a miracle, every groggy word he speaks is a gift I never thought I’d receive again. The doctors had been grim, their faces tight with concern every time they checked on him. 'The poison from the dagger was too strong,' they had sa
I glare at him, annoyed by his playful tone, and give his shoulder a light smack. “Stop teasing me.” “Ouch!” he exclaims, wincing as he grabs his shoulder. His grimace makes my stomach twist with guilt. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I apologize quickly, leaning down
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