HANNAH (Back in Blue Moon Pack) The dress feels like a mistake. Beta Margaret had chosen it earlier when she visited the mansion. The dress is a royal purple silk gown that clings to my curves and cascades to the floor in elegance. It’s undeniably expensive, a statement of status and refinemen
HANNAH. Oh goddess, someone please say anything… I feel the weight of their curious, doubtful, and assessing stares pressing down on me. Dozens of high rank pack members, all watching, and judging me. My fingers twitch against the silk of my dress, but I force them to stay still. I knew this wou
She picks up on the second ring. “Hi Hannah! Finally, I was beginning to think you got kidnapped that you haven't called me.” I let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, trust me, it feels like it. Besides, I didn't want to disturb your honeymoon.” She hums knowingly. “Oh Hun, that bad?” I glance over my sh
HANNAH (A few days later) Satin clings to my skin, heavy, stiff, and wrong while I try on the hundredth gown which feels like a disaster waiting to happen… "So Luna, do you like this one?" the seamstress asks politely. I tilt my head slightly as I stand before the mirror, drowning in lace an
HANNAH. A few minutes later, the fitting room still hums with tension, the echoes of Daniel and Adrian’s clash linger like static in the air. But as I slip out of the heavy, suffocating gown and back into something comfortable, a familiar warmth soothes my frayed nerves as the men step outside the
My eyes widen. “A club? Really?” Jason chuckles. “Don’t let her fool you. She’s been itching to drag you onto a dance floor since her not so great bachelorette party.” I chuckle, remembering how it went sour faster than milk left out on a summer day because her drink was spiked. Stacy winks.
HANNAH. The next day, morning light filters through the sheer curtains in my bedroom, casting pale gold lines across Daniel’s bare chest. I lie beside him, every inch of me weighed down by exhaustion. My legs ache from dancing, and my head is dull with the memories of last night’s noise—but it’s t
HANNAH. Oh how I wish I could spend the entire day with my future husband… I take a deep breath, stepping back from Daniel's hold. “Your offer sounds very tempting but I can’t spend the day with you, my love.” My voice wavers slightly. His brows knit together, eyes searching mine. “Why not? I
She nods faintly, leaning against me as we walk. But just as we reach the steps, Roxanne stumbles. I react instantly, catching her before she can fall. Her hands grip my shoulders for support, and as I pull her upright, our faces end up dangerously too close even for my own comfort. Her breath bru
Roxanne doesn’t react immediately. She just studies me, her eyes flickering with something I can’t quite place. I don’t offer more because that’s the truth. Hannah isn’t perfect. But with her, I don’t feel the weight of politics, alliances, or expectations pressing down on me. She makes me feel al
DANIEL. (Meanwhile on the side of the pack) The quiet hum of the air conditioning fills Roxanne’s hotel suite, but it does nothing to cool the unease settling in my chest while I sit on the couch with my fingers tapping absent minded against my knee as I stare at the untouched glass of whiskey on
I roll my eyes, my patience thinning. "I’m not asking for permission. I just need to go somewhere." More awkward silence. Just as I’m about to snap, one of the younger drivers steps forward. "I can drive you anywhere you need to go, Luna." I study him for a moment. He looks nervous but determi
HANNAH "Are you sure Hannah won't mind?" Roxanne asks innocently, her eyes glancing in my direction. 'Yes, I mind bitch!!!' Mu wolf screams angrily in my head, I fold my arms tightly across my chest, watching as Daniel steps closer to her. Every part of me is screaming not to let them leave toge
Karen hesitates for a second, her eyes flickering to Daniel before nodding. "Right away, Luna." Daniel arches a brow, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I'm glad you are returning to our room," he teases. "this way, l will take care of you even better." I whirl around, my patience already hangi
HANNAH. I watch in disbelief as Roxanne’s parents, a wealthy and respected looking couple, look at Daniel with desperation. "If money is what you need," her father says, pulling out a checkbook, "we will pay you whatever amount you want. Just allow Roxanne to stay with you in her final days."
I smile, warmth spreading through me. “So,” she continues, “how far along are you with the wedding preparations?” I groan. “Honestly? I have no idea. Margaret took it upon herself to plan everything…Now Daniel wants me to plan everything from scratch.” Stacy’s lips curve into a huge smile. “Oh
Daniel strides toward the door, glancing back at me. "Babe, I’ll be right back." “Okay,” I nod, but my throat feels tight as I watch him disappear into the hallway, leaving me alone in the hospital room. For the first time, I wonder if the goddess will forgive me for my wrong assumptions about R