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
“Miss Stacy,” he greets, leaning back in his chair. “What brings you here so early?” “Where’s Jason?” I demand, crossing my arms. Alex raises an eyebrow. “He left the pack last night.” “What?” My voice comes out sharper than I intend. “With who?” “Alpha Daniel,” he answers, his tone casual,
STACY. As I drive toward the main road leading out of the pack, my thoughts circle back to Hannah’s earlier revelation. She knows too much about Jason’s reckless plan for it to be a coincidence, and the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. I glance over at her, sitting in the passenge
“We’ll have to walk from here,” I say, already stepping out of the car. The grass crunches under my boots as we move cautiously toward the woods. I’m about to call out if anyone is alive when heavy movements rustle through the trees ahead. Hannah and I freeze. My breath catches, and I instinctivel
JASON. (A few days later) The drive to Liam’s school feels unusually peaceful this morning. Stacy sits beside me in the passenger seat, her hands resting on her lap, while Liam chatters away in the back seat about everything under the sun. His excitement is infectious, and for a moment, I let my
JASON. (A few hours later) The stack of files on my desk seems endless, but I force myself to get through them. Patrol reports, new trade agreements, pack expansions—it’s the usual grind. Yet my thoughts keep wandering to Stacy. I lean back in my chair, running a hand over my face, wondering h
STACY. (Meanwhile at the new building) I stand in the middle of what will soon be my office, gesturing to the designer as I explain my vision. The space smells of fresh paint, and the hum of workers fills the air. There’s a sense of excitement bubbling inside me, knowing all known threats to
Back in my soon-to-be office space, my mind is all over the place, and no matter how much I tell myself it’s silly to worry—the new Jason isn’t the kind of man to be swayed by empty flirtation. 'You’re overthinking again,' my wolf chimes in, her tone firm but encouraging. 'If you’re so sure he’s ch
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Stacy sighs dramatically. “Men.” I grin, shaking my head. But deep down, I know how lucky we are. After everything, we made it. We fought our battles, we endured the worst, and we won. Now, we have everything we ever wanted... Love, family, and a future brighter than we ever imagined. And fo
HANNAH. An hour later, Laughter and music fill the air as guests drink, dance, and toast to our happiness. Alpha Jason and Stacy are still smirking from the earlier spectacle, but even they are caught up in the lighthearted atmosphere. Daniel never leaves my side. His hand stays firmly on my
Daniel stiffens. His entire body goes rigid, as his jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. “What?” His voice is barely more than a growl. I nod, my grip on his hand tightening. “You heard me.” Fury flashes in his eyes, dark and dangerous. He doesn’t even hesitate before turning on h
HANNAH. I freeze in the doorway, my breath hitching as my brain struggles to catch up with the sight before me. Roxanne and Adrian. Together! Their bodies are tangled together with their hands greedy, and their lips locked in a desperate, forbidden kiss. Clothes are haphazardly disheveled, Roxann
I stare at the pile, then burst out laughing. “Were you two planning to open a pharmacy?” Daniel smirks. “Figured it was better to be thorough.” I shake my head, grabbing one of the tests and handing it to Stacy. “Alright, go pee on this.” Stacy glares at me like I just asked her to do something
HANNAH “You, get a doctor! Now!” Daniel’s voice booms through the wedding venue, commanding instant obedience from the nearest guard. But even as the order leaves his lips, I tighten my grip on his arm. “Baby, I am a doctor, remember?” His eyes flick to mine, realization dawning before he steps a
HANNAH. "Uh-uh, no, not today" Stacy says the moment her eyes land on Margaret. "Please, just hear me out," Margaret pleads, standing in a simple deep red dress suited for her age. She looks… hesitant, so unlike her usual self. Gone is the cold authority, and the condescending stare. Instead, he
HANNAH. (Hours later) Dinner is tense, the air thick with an unspoken rivalry that neither Roxanne nor I are willing to acknowledge outright. The dining room is dimly lit, with the scent of roasted chicken filling the air, but I can barely focus on the food. My attention is solely on Daniel and