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
JASON. When Stacy says she's ready to love me, it feels as though the world shifts beneath my feet. Her words settle deep in my chest, igniting something I thought I’d lost forever. The barriers I’d built, the guilt I’ve carried for years, crumble in an instant. For a moment, I don’t move. I'm afr
Her protests dissolve into a soft whimper as I press a kiss to the spot, my teeth grazing it lightly. The temptation to claim her overwhelms me, but I force myself to pull back. Not yet. Not until she’s ready for everything that comes with being mine. She tilts her head, her eyes hazy with desire.
STACY. The past few days have been surreal, almost like a dream. After the electrifying-filled incident in Jason’s office, something shifted between us. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me, but the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world. He’s been attentive, sweet, and—dare I sa
A chill runs down my spine. “What woman?” I ask, my voice sharper now. “I don’t know. Dark hair, sunglasses, kind of in a rush. I figured she was with you,” he says with a shrug. My mind races, trying to piece this together. “I didn’t send anyone,” I say firmly. Jona’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh
STACY. Jason steps out first, turning to offer me his hand. “You ask too many questions,” he says, his tone teasing but firm. “Because you’re being suspicious,” I reply, but I take his hand anyway, letting him help me out. Jason signals the driver, who starts unloading bags from the trunk. My
STACY. A man in a crisp white and navy blue uniform approaches us, bowing respectfully. "Alpha Barron, ma’am," he says warmly. "Welcome aboard your yacht. I’m Captain Jeff Green, and I’ll be your captain for this cruise. Please allow me to escort you onboard." Jason extends his hand, a confident s
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