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JASON. Minutes later, Liam and I walk through the mall, his small hand tugging at mine as we pass shops filled with colorful displays and bustling shoppers who all greet me with a submissive bow. The lively atmosphere feels like a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my heart, but Liam’s exci
She grins, undeterred. “I bet. Speaking of challenges, working here is... well, let’s just say it’s not what I imagined for myself. I was wondering—do you have any job openings at your office? Anything would be better than this place. The pay here is peanuts.” I glance at the shop assistant, who i
STACY. (Meanwhile at the border) ‘How could Jason have gotten involved with Alpha Velkan Hugo of all people in the world?’ The thought refuses to leave me, circling endlessly in my mind... I can’t believe what happened in Jason's office, let alone make sense of it when our relationship was just
“Oh Stacy... whatever’s going on in your life, don’t let it drown you. You’ve been through worse and come out stronger. You’ll get through whatever it is you won't share.” Her words catch me off guard but settle something in me, grounding me for the first time all day. “Thanks, Lizzy.” I give he
STACY. Hours later, I arrive at the mansion, the soft glow of the evening lights spilling across the driveway. As I push open the heavy front door, an unsettling stillness greets me. The house is unnervingly quiet. Liam should be waiting for me to return home to talk about all the gifts he picke
“Firstly, I would like to say sorry,” he says quietly with a steady voice it irritates me more but I keep my fake composure. “For what?” I ask, arching a brow. “You’re going to have to be specific.” “For everything.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “For Velkan. For not telling you the
JASON. The sound of Stacy’s retreating footsteps echoes in my mind long after she’s left the kitchen. Her words linger too, sharp and heavy like daggers lodged in my chest. I know I deserve her anger. I deserve every ounce of it. But knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less. I glance at the food I j
JASON. I hold up a hand, my glare never leaving Daniel. “Hannah, please go back home.” “But—” “Now,” I snap, my tone leaving no room for argument. She flinches but nods quickly, stepping toward her car. “Alpha, please don’t do anything to him,” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nods quickly, his smirk gone, replaced by fear. I drop him back into the chair and turn to Mark. “Get him out of my sight. I don’t want him anywhere near this pack.” Mark nods, motioning for two guards to take the man away. As they drag him out, I stand there, my fists clenched, my mind racing
DANIEL. The next morning, light filters through the curtains, bathing my bedroom in a muted golden glow while I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Hannah as she sleeps, her face pale but peaceful. She shifts slightly, her hand clutching the blanket as if it’s the only thing keeping her safe. Wor
“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