4. Table Number 3

***4 Months later***

~Hazel's POV~

"Order of table number four is ready."

"Coming," I said and went to the counter to take the food.

I took the tray filled with spaghetti, alfredo pasta, pizza, and a spinach sandwich and sighed; I hate the guys who are sitting at table number four.

They not only disgust me with their filthy smirks and looks but also try to call me names. I wish I could kick their butts out of this restaurant. But as usual, nobody wants to get on a bad term with their high-paying daily customer.

I can easily take them down as they are humans but I don't want to attract more trouble in my life. At least now I am at some peace with humans around me, I don't want to ruin it because of some jerks.

I took a deep breath and went to their table with a small fake smile on my lips. Their eyes twinkled with excitement as they saw me approaching their table, and I refrained from rolling my eyes. Jerks.

"Your order sir," I smiled and placed the tray on their table.

I quickly started to move back to my place but one of them grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, don't play hard to get... I know you want us."

'Hard to get...'

He...

"Don't you dare do that to me again," I snapped at him as harshly as I could and walked away from his table, leaving him and his friend bursting into laughter.

I hate this...

I hate how these men play with our feelings...

And...

Tears started to blur my vision and I quickly ran to the restroom. Locking myself in, I caught my breath and shut my eyes hard.

'I thought you would play hard to get, but you were too easy, just like one of my side chicks.'

His words still ring in my ears... Days, weeks... Freaking 4 months have passed but his cruel words still break my heart every single fucking day.

His face started to flash in front of my eyes and a loud sob came out of my mouth. I never thought my mate would ever do this to me.

I always expected betrayal and insults from others but my mate... He broke my heart in the worst possible way.

I hate this...

I hate him for doing this to me...

He could have rejected me right away without coming close to me but no... He had to make love with me... He had to make me believe he loved me... He had to mate with me...

I fucking hate Liam Wright.

I hate him so much that I left everything behind and ran away from the Silver Moon Pack the same night he broke my heart.

Though the Silver Moon pack never gave me love and affection, I still loved that pack because I spent some little time with my parents wandering on the streets and in the forest.

I don't remember much of our memories as it's been nine to everything but still, the warmth of being with my parents was there... At least in my small home.

I... I was a fool... I was a fool to think that someone like him... An alpha would ever love me. I still can't believe I fell for his act. I must say he is an amazing actor.

His words, eyes, body language, gestures, care, and everything made me believe that he was really into me and this bond would work, but he flipped the table in such a way that I never thought of.

His small smile with twinkling brown eyes flashed in my mind and I shook my head; he already ruined me once... I can't let his memories ruin me again.

I splashed cold water continuously on my face to get rid of all thoughts related to him and sighed, he is not here... I am not with him... He is far away from me... And... maybe at peace with his chicks.

"Whoever is inside, get out! Others also need to use the restroom," I heard my colleague, Ashley's voice from outside.

I quickly wiped my face and walked out only to find her looking at me with furrowed brows, "Are you alright? Your eyes look puffy."

"Yeah... I am," I smiled.

"I know we don't know each other much but Hazel... You don't look good to me," She said.

I smiled. We had only met a month ago, and this girl had become my friend way sooner. At least she has a better heart than all those werewolves who mistreated me for months.

"I am fine... Just a little tired," I smiled at her.

"If you say so," She shrugged and started to walk inside the restroom.

I moved back to the kitchen to continue my job as a waitress and pressed my lips tightly, everyone in the kitchen was glaring at me.

"What? You again have an upset stomach?" My manager said.

"I am sorry," I whispered with my head hung lower.

"Fine, now go back to your work. Take this wine and glasses to our VIP area. We have a special guest over there," Miranda, my manager, said.

I took everything from the counter and started to walk away, but Miranda called my name, "Hazel, I don't know what that was, but last time you almost spoiled our VIP guest's clothes with your carelessness. Do not repeat that this time otherwise, you are fired."

I shook my head, "Trust me that was an accident. I will be super careful this time."

She nodded her head, and I walked to the first floor, where our VIP area was. I sighed, my foot got stuck in the carpet last time and I almost spilled a champagne on our guest.

But the stars were in my favour that day... Instead of getting champagne on him, it fell on the carpet and me. So it was not a big deal for him but I can't make the same mistake again... Especially when I need this job badly.

For some reason, my heart started to pace fastly in my chest and my body started getting hotter. With each step toward the VIP area, my body was becoming heavier and hotter.

Breathing became like a task to me and sweat started to form on my forehead. What the heck is happening to me? Why am I feeling this way?

I shook my head and took some deep breaths to feel ease in my heart and again started to move forward cautiously.

I reached near table number 3 with slow and cautious steps and smiled, at least I didn't trip today.

"Finally, someone is here."

Wait... This... This voice... Is he...?

My head snapped towards the source of the voice and... What the fuck!

How...

Out of all the people...

He... It's him...

Li... Liam Wright...