After two years of marriage, I believed I was living the dream—until the day I gave birth to our long-awaited heir. The house was filled with joy as my husband's family arrived, bearing gifts and ready to bestow a name upon our child, as tradition dictated. But the happiness of the day shattered in an instant when my husband walked in, hand in hand with his childhood sweetheart. In front of everyone, he announced not only our divorce but also his engagement to her, as if I had never mattered. *** "I’m divorcing Stacy," Jason announces, his voice unwavering, "to marry Nicole Cruz, my childhood sweetheart." He points to the woman standing before him who smiles and waves at everyone in the room. My world tilts on its axis. The words echo in my mind, louder and louder until they drown out everything else. What is going on?? "But why?" I whisper, my voice barely audible, even to myself. I'm unable to believe his betrayal. Jason doesn’t even glance at the child in my arms. "Because this has been a long time coming, Stacy. I’ve only stayed this long out of obligation and not love."
View MoreSTACY. I nod. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Expanding the business just makes sense, especially with how many connections I will potentially make after tonight.” Lizzy studies me for a moment. “Does this mean you’re staying? You know, for good?” I glance at her briefly before returning my focus to the road. “It doesn’t mean anything. You run the office in blue moon and I run this one here. It’s just business nothing more.” She hums thoughtfully but doesn’t push further. Soon, we arrive at the venue, my team of temporary workers is already bustling around, arranging centerpieces, and double-checking the decorations. The energy is contagious, and I jump right into the chaos, giving directions and making sure everything is on schedule to keep my mind off Jason and his mess. By midday, the sun is high, and the venue is starting to come together beautifully. I’m just about to inspect the replaced floral arrangements when a familiar figure confidently strides throu
STACY. (Next day) I stare into the mirror, groaning under my breath. My reflection mocks me: pale skin, shadows under my eyes, and a tiredness I can’t shake no matter how much makeup I pile on. ‘We look like death warmed over us,’ my wolf grumbles in my head, her tone a mix of concern and irritation. “I can see that… Thanks for the reminding me,” I mutter, running a brush through my hair for the third time. ‘I’m just saying,’ she continues, ‘You knew today’s important but you decide to keep us awake the whole night.. You’ve been working on this party for weeks, and now you’re going to show up looking like a zombie to potential clients? How professional.’ “Ugh, Piper…it’s not like Alpha John’s guests are coming to see me,” I counter, forcing a laugh to hide my unease. “They’ll be too busy admiring the decorations to care what I look like.” ‘Maybe, but you care. Don’t pretend you don’t.’ I sigh, shoving my sunglasses onto my face. “Whatever. Let’s just survive today. The
JASON. I hold up a hand, my glare never leaving Daniel. “Hannah, please go back home.” “But—” “Now,” I snap, my tone leaving no room for argument. She flinches but nods quickly, stepping toward her car. “Alpha, please don’t do anything to him,” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t,” I say, though my clenched fists suggest otherwise. Hannah hesitates, glancing nervously between us, before finally getting into her car and driving off. The sound of her engine fades into the distance, leaving me alone with Daniel. For a moment, the two of us just stand there, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. “You’ve got some nerve,” I finally say, my voice low and dangerous. “Coming into my territory, sneaking around with one of my packmates.” Daniel shrugs, utterly unbothered. “Hannah’s a grown woman. She can make her own choices.” “She’s my packmate,” I snap, stepping closer. “And you’re on my land without permission. That’s two strikes, Daniel. Car
JASON.The sound of Stacy’s retreating footsteps echoes in my mind long after she’s left the kitchen. Her words linger too, sharp and heavy like daggers lodged in my chest.I know I deserve her anger. I deserve every ounce of it. But knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less.I glance at the food I just finished cooking—the rich aroma of the roasted chicken and vegetables doing little to soothe the ache in my chest. She didn’t even give me a chance to explain fully, but I can’t blame her. Not when I’ve failed her this many times.I'm back to square one…Grabbing a plate, I dish out the food, careful to arrange it the way I know she likes—nothing touching, the vegetables on one side and the meat perfectly sliced. It’s a ridiculous detail to focus on right now, but it’s the only way I know how to show her that I’m trying when it feels like all hope is lost.I take the plate and head upstairs, pausing outside her door. My wolf is restless, pacing inside me, urging me to fix this immediately.
STACY. Hours later, I arrive at the mansion, the soft glow of the evening lights spilling across the driveway. As I push open the heavy front door, an unsettling stillness greets me. The house is unnervingly quiet. Liam should be waiting for me to return home to talk about all the gifts he picked for Grandpa. But there’s nothing. No sound, no movement—just an eerie silence that creeps into my chest. “Liam?” I call out, my voice breaking through the quiet like a sharp crack. Nothing. Suddenly, a familiar warm, savory aroma of garlic and herbs drifts from the kitchen, and my guard instantly goes up. I know Jason is obviously cooking for me but I won't let his gesture cloud my head from what I want to say. I head toward the kitchen, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. When I round the corner, I stop short of what I see. Jason stands at the stove shirtless, his broad, bare shoulders glowing under the warm kitchen lights, as if he’s stepped straight off the cover of a G
STACY. (Meanwhile at the border) ‘How could Jason have gotten involved with Alpha Velkan Hugo of all people in the world?’ The thought refuses to leave me, circling endlessly in my mind... I can’t believe what happened in Jason's office, let alone make sense of it when our relationship was just getting better. I wonder what business Jason is doing with Velkan? Suddenly, Greg pulls the car smoothly to a stop at the border's checkpoint, his hands steady on the wheel. I snap out of my thoughts and glance at him briefly, noting the way his eyes flicker to the rearview mirror, always vigilant. “ Ma'am, we’ve arrived,” he says, his tone formal but respectful. “Thanks, Greg,” I reply, opening the door. “Would you like me to wait here, or should I park nearby?” he asks. “Wait here. This shouldn’t take long,” I say, smoothing my dress as I step out. He nods, his expression carefully neutral. “Understood, ma’am.” I approach my company truck parked by the side of the road an
JASON. Minutes later, Liam and I walk through the mall, his small hand tugging at mine as we pass shops filled with colorful displays and bustling shoppers who all greet me with a submissive bow. The lively atmosphere feels like a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my heart, but Liam’s excitement is contagious, his eyes lighting up at every store window we pass. Finally, we find the perfect store—a place lined with shelves of outdoorsy gadgets and trinkets. Liam darts toward a rack of fishing rods, his eyes lighting up. “Daddy, look! This one has a shiny handle! Grandpa would love it!” he exclaims, pointing to a sleek rod with an engraved grip. “That’s a great choice,” I say, smiling despite the tension in my chest. “Now let’s find something else to go with it.” “More presents for grandpa, yay!” Liam’s energy is relentless as he picks out a fishing hat adorned with quirky feathers and a leather-bound notebook for Grandpa’s fishing notes. Once done, the shop atten
JASON. “Stacy, what are you doing here?” I shoot up from my office chair, my pulse pounding in my ears… No one was allowed to come up here until I was done with my special meeting. Damn it… Liam, blissfully oblivious to the tension in the room, beams and bounces toward me but Stacy stops him mid step. “Daddy! You forgot! We’re supposed to go shopping for Grandpa’s birthday present today!” My eyes dart to the man sitting across from me, his presence suddenly suffocating this whole situation. Alpha Velkan Hugo rises from his chair slowly, his dark eyes narrowing as he studies the scene before him. “Well, well… Shopping for birthday presents, Barron?” Velkan’s voice is low and dripping with mockery. “Since when did you have a son as old as he is… and get back with your sexy ex-wife?” he asks practically drooling over Stacy. My fists tighten at my sides, anger and jealousy burning through me like wildfire. “Velkan, stop it.” I warn him, my voice dropping, low and razor-sharp. But h
STACY. Two days later, we’re finally discharged from the hospital. The fresh air feels incredible as we step outside, and though I’m relieved Jason is recovering well, my thoughts are entirely focused on one thing—our son, Liam. The drive to Jason’s parents’ house feels longer than it should. Jason, sensing my impatience, squeezes my hand occasionally but says nothing. When we arrive, the smell of food drifts out to greet us. “They’re having lunch,” Jason says, his tone light. “Perfect timing.” Inside, we’re immediately greeted by warm smiles and the sound of clinking dishes. Jason’s parents, Luna Linda and Alpha John, sit at the long dining table, mid-conversation. But the moment Liam spots us, everything else fades. “Mommy! Daddy!” he shouts, leaping out of his seat and sprinting toward us. "Oh my baby," I crouch down, wrapping my arms around him as Jason joins, pulling us into a family hug. For a moment, the world feels perfect. “I missed you so much!” Liam says, his sm
STACY. “Can you please move that vase a little to the left?” I give instructions to one of the omega servants present in the room. “Yes my lady,” she replies politely with a nod as she moves the vase. The air is buzzing with excitement as I make my way around the dining room, ensuring every detail is perfect. The aroma of roasted lamb and honey-glazed vegetables mingles with the sweet scent of wildflowers I’d carefully arranged on the long table fill my home. Everything has to be flawless tonight. I’ve waited for this moment—my son’s naming ceremony—since the day I married my fated mate Jason Barron, the Alpha of Midnight Pack two years ago. Tonight, I finally present my newborn son to my in-laws and the two elders, as the future Alpha. "That should do it," I whisper to myself, smoothing the edge of the tablecloth. My eyes drift to the centerpiece—Jason’s favorite white orchids intertwined with emerald vines. It’s perfect. "Everything looks perfect Luna, you should get
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