STACY. Next morning, the first thing I notice is the tantalizing aroma of food drifting through the air, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I let out a soft, contented moan, my body stretching languidly against the soft sheets. “Jay, whatever is cooking smells heavenly.” With a lazy smile,
A few minutes later, the door to the suite creaks open, and Jason steps inside, carrying a tray with food. My stomach rumbles at the sight of the pancakes, eggs, and fresh fruit, but it’s the man behind the tray that steals my attention. Jason’s after sex hair is slightly messy in a way that makes
JASON. “Dad, what’s going on? I hear something… is everyone okay?” Stacy asks again when Dad doesn't respond with her eyebrows drawing together. I move closer, the faint commotion on the other end catching my attention too. My gut tightens, instincts flaring. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry about m
JASON. The stack of paperwork on my desk seems to grow by the minute, but I can’t focus on any of it. My mind keeps wandering back to Stacy. It’s been a week since we officially got back together, and I swear, every second apart feels like torture. The way she laughs, the way her eyes light up
Alex shakes his head, frustration evident on his face. “Nothing yet. Miss Stacy’s new building doesn’t have any CCTV installed, so we don’t have any footage to work with. I’ve been asking around, but no one saw anything suspicious.” I clench my jaw, the familiar heat of anger rising. “That’s unacc
HANNAH. I lean over the sink in the hospital bathroom, gripping the edges as another wave of nausea crashes over me. My stomach churns, and I barely make it to the toilet before retching. My throat burns as I sit back on my heels, trying to catch my breath. This isn’t normal. I’ve been queasy f
STACY. “Hannah's definitely hiding something...” I mutter to myself as I lean against the cold wall of the hospital hallway, letting out a long sigh. Relief had washed over me knowing Alpha John was stable, but my mind kept circling back to Hannah who acted totally strange a few moments ago.
Walking through the foyer, the house feels unusually quiet as all servants have knocked off. Jason carries Liam upstairs, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. I follow closely, opening the door to Liam’s room. Jason lays him down gently on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “Goodnight
“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
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