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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 hesitates, then reaches out to squeeze my arm. “Come on,” she says, her voice firm but kind. “Let’s go to my place. We can soak in our misery together.” Despite everything, a small laugh escapes me. “You’re miserable too?” She gives me a wry smile. “You have no idea.” --- At Hannah’s hous
STACY. A few minutes later we step into Hannah's bedroom, and her closet is a sea of black. I pull out dress after dress, each one practically identical to the one before it—short, sleek, and undeniably stylish, but so monochromatic it feels like I’m stuck in a fashion void. “Seriously, Hannah?”
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
JASON. Stacy’s wearing a deep red, two-piece lingerie set that clings to every curve of her body. The sheer material leaves little to the imagination, and the sight sends a wave of heat coursing through me. My wolf lets out a pleased growl, his possessiveness surging. “Stacy,” I say, my voice rou







