Note: This is just the beginning of Alpha Daniel and Hannah story hence their pov will be more than Jason and Stacy's.
HANNAH “Roxanne, we’ve talked about this,” Daniel says, his tone weary. He shrugs off her hand, stepping away. “You’re not my fiancée. We’ve been over this.” She glares at him, her nostrils flaring. “Not your fiancee??? Oh Daniel, but we both know it’s what’s best for the pack. Everyone expects
“Please, don’t go like this,” he says, his voice softer now, almost pleading. I take a step back, my arms crossing defensively. “Why shouldn’t I? I’ve seen enough, Daniel. She was sitting in your chair, acting like she owns you! And you didn't deny it.” “She doesn’t own me,” he says firmly, his
JASON. (Meanwhile in midnight pack) It's morning and the intoxicating scent of my mate Stacy sleeping next to me hits my nose, I immediately feel my shaft grow hard that I can't resist to trace slow patterns on her bare skin, feeling her stir at my touch, she moans softly, "Morning love, " befor
JASON. An hour later, I steer my car toward Liam’s school. In the passenger seat, Liam bounces with excitement, his little legs swinging back and forth. His face is practically glowing, his smile so wide it could rival the sun itself. “Daddy, this is going to be the best day ever!” Liam exclaims
As I leave, I can’t help but feel a swell of pride. Today was as much for me as it was for him. Now, it’s time to check in on Stacy. --- Half an hour later, I step into Stacy’s new building, I’m greeted by the faint hum of activity and the scent of fresh paint. Workers are adding the final touch
STACY. I step out of the coffee shop, Jason’s lingering kiss still warm on my lips. But my mind is already spinning with thoughts about Hannah. Something about Jason’s reaction when I mentioned her possible pregnancy doesn’t sit right with me. He knows something. I can feel it. And if he won’t tel
ROXANNE. (Hours prior to Hannah leaving Blue Moon) The slam of Daniel’s office door reverberates in my chest as I storm down the hall, seething. My hands clench into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks all because of Daniel who has been distant for we
JASON. (Meanwhile in Alpha Jason's office) The package on my desk feels heavier than it should as I carefully open it that my breath catches when the box inside clicks open, revealing the ring—a masterpiece of sapphire and diamonds set in platinum. It sparkles under the office light, but the wei
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