“Velkan and I... we were business partners,” I start slowly. “He runs a network that deals in slave trading—rogues, omegas. Wolves who owe debts or cross the wrong people end up in his hands. Long story short, I got involved when the pack hit financial trouble years ago. At first, I thought it was a
STACY. (Later in the evening) My room is a flurry of activity—shoes by the bed, hangers draped across the chair, and Liam standing in the middle of it all, fidgeting in his little navy-blue suit. The tie sits slightly off-center, giving him a mischievous charm. “Mommy, do I have to wear this?
Luna Linda beams, her hands clasped over her heart as she watches Liam with adoration before her gaze shifts to me. Her smile softens and grows even wider. “Good evening, Stacy,” Luna Linda says, her tone warm and welcoming. “Good evening, Mom,” I reply with a smile, stepping closer. Then I turn
JASON. I watch Stacy disappear into the crowd, the sleek blue gown I bought her hugging her figure in a way that has no business being legal. Every sway of her hips makes it harder to look away. But what really grates on me is how she smiled at Daniel—And that hug? Too comfortable for my liking.
I don’t respond to that, because the moment her name leaves his mouth, my gaze begins scanning the room almost on instinct. I spot her on the far side of the venue, standing with a tall, sharply-dressed male guest who I don’t recognize. I feel the blood in my veins heat. The man’s smile lingers f
JASON. An hour into the party, I find myself leaning against one of the tall cocktail tables, nursing a glass of whiskey as my eyes trail Stacy across the room. She’s in her element—composed, graceful, effortlessly weaving through the crowd while ignoring me and ensuring everything runs seamlessly
STACY. (Two hours later) The chatter of the last few guests fades into the background as I stand near the entrance of the venue, double-checking the checklist in my head for the night’s wrap-up. Suddenly, I hear Alpha John’s warm voice behind me. “Stacy, dear,” he says, stepping closer with Lu
STACY. (Next morning) I wake up to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, stretching as the events of last night play in my mind. The party was a success, but Jason’s sudden disappearance keeps nagging at me. I slip out of bed and wrap myself in a robe, padding down the hall t
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
He exhales slowly, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I think he might actually say what’s on his mind. But instead, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to fight with you, love. Just let it go.” “No,” I say firmly, climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside him. “I won’t let it go, Jason. If you’re
STACY. (Three hours later) The evening had been perfect—or so I thought. The grand opening of my building went off without a hitch after the lights came back on, but something about Jason’s demeanor since then has left me uneasy. We barely spoke on the ride home. He was unusually quiet, his jaw