HANNAH. Hours later, my entire body aches as I step out of the car, my feet still sore from the endless errands Margaret dragged me through the day. Dress fittings, flower arrangements, seating charts—hours of forced smiles and shallow nods while she dismissed every suggestion I made. The dr
Of course it is. I clench my jaw, wishing Daniel was here to stop all this and step forward. The first sharp sting shoots through my sole, and I hiss through my teeth. The stones are jagged, digging into the sensitive skin, and the ground is littered with brambles. Every step burns. 'Just keep m
DANIEL. I’m halfway through reviewing the backlog of security reports when a strange feeling hits me, sharp, and searing pain that slices through my chest like claws. My vision blurs for a second, while my breathing falters, and my wolf stirs with a low, anxious growl. ‘Hannah.’ I leap to my fe
"What the hell is this?" I roar, voice shaking the trees. Hannah doesn’t flinch. "A Luna's Trial," she replies, voice smooth and cold. "Your mom says traditions demands it." "Traditions?" I snap shifting my attention to my mother. "You're torturing her!" "I'm not. She needs to prove her strength,
DANIEL “Answer us, Daniel. What the hell happened to Hannah?” Jason asks again, stopping just inches from me. His blue eyes blaze with the intensity of an Alpha ready to tear someone apart. Stacy, on the other hand usually composed, looks equally shaken. Her hands tremble as she crosses her arms
--- A few moments later, I find my mother in the packhouse, confined to her private office. The moment I step into the room, she lifts her chin, composed and regal as ever. “Daniel,” she greets, her voice smooth, and calculated. “Come to apologize for earlier?” I shut the door behind me, my wo
DANIEL. (Hours later) Beep, beep… The rhythmic beeping of the life machines is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality while I sit beside Hannah’s hospital bed, with my fingers wrapped around hers, feeling the faint warmth of her skin. She looks too fragile from her usual vibrant face
Slowly, I open my palm, revealing the golden engagement ring. Her lips part, eyes wide. "Daniel…" "Will you still be my wife even after what you went through," I ask her, my voice is rough with emotion. A shaky laugh escapes her, half disbelief, and half something softer. "Are you serious?"
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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