HIS MISTRESS SECRET- MOON CALLED SERIES

The earth flew beneath his feet as he ran, sweat trickling down his brow. The tracker could smell his fear, mingling with the scent of the forest. He cursed himself for coming here, knowing it could cost him his life, just like it did his friends. As his hands rummaged for his gun, he realized he had dropped it in the chaos. He kept running, though his exhausted body slowed his pace.A distant howl echoed through the woods, followed by the sound of heavy paws pounding the ground. Birds' cheerful chirping turned into alarmed calls. A shadow flickered among the trees, a reminder that he was the prey, slow and defenseless against his pursuers.His heart pounded in his chest, his breaths coming in short gasps. He needed more oxygen to survive, but his lungs couldn't keep up with the demand. It was a race for survival, an urgent desire to see another morning. The shadow behind him grew darker and feeding off his fear. Suddenly, he stumbled, his drained body tumbling down a hill, teetering

Everything seems under control, or so she thought, but as they stepped out of the room, Wyatt's demeanor sent warning signals to the members working there who recognized him. Filled with distress, Hazel sprinted towards Jack. "Jack," she called out, her voice reflecting her concern."What the heck were you trying to prove out there?" His words spilled out, unaware that she had just punched the alpha of the Blue Moon pack—a consequence she had never before encountered. She stood there, absorbing Jack's remarks and the warnings he was trying to convey."I'm sorry. Do you expect me to stand by and watch him choke you?" Her voice held a hint of rebellion, a readiness to fight for what was right."You don't know him," he murmured quietly, his gaze shifting over her shoulder to where Wyatt stood, gawking back at them."I have to get back to the ICU," Hazel asserted firmly, determined to keep her promise. Stepping back, she walked briskly towards the ICU. She knew it would be challenging, bu

The shock washed over Hazel’s features as fear gripped her. She fell back, her mind racing with questions. If his wounds had healed, why hadn’t he woken up? Overwhelmed and unable to think clearly, all she knew was that she had to tell someone, perhaps his brother, about his condition. Panic setting in, she hastily rummaged through his pockets, hoping to find his phone, but all she came across were cards.“Wyatt,” she whispered, her mind racing with thoughts. Was he a ghost in human form? No, that couldn’t be right. She then considered the possibility of him being an alien, but such thoughts only made her nervously bite her nails. What if he woke up and harmed her?With a trembling hand, she touched him again. “Wyatt,” she called out, but there was still no response. All she could think of were those raven-black eyes she had just seen a few moments ago, which prevented her from thinking about anything else. Her house felt like a graveyard, with a man lying on her bed, unresponsive, and

Wyatt sat in the car with Ruben, thinking about the events of the last two days, replaying in his mind like a vivid movie. They exchanged thoughts, opinions, and perspectives, dissecting each detail to understand the situations he had faced thoroughly. The attack didn't catch Wyatt off guard. What astonished him was that after shooting him, they didn't stick around or return to confirm if he was dead. He would have killed them all, but something in the bullets immobilized his wolf for a long time; this fact was not easy to look up.Arriving at his mansion, Wyatt felt the weight of responsibility returning. The thought of facing his pack, those depending on his leadership, added seriousness to his homecoming. Stepping inside, he found the pack members gathered, and the trusted circle, dealing with sensitive matters, stood in formation."Hello," he greeted calmly. As he observed the concern in their eyes, he sensed the fear of losing him wavering in their greetings. It had been a close

The Colton living room was alive with laughter as Hazel, her brother Eason, and the rest of the family gathered for a game night. The air was filled with the sweet scent of popcorn, and the glow of the television cast a warm ambiance in the room. Hazel and Eason were engrossed in a lively round of Monopoly, each determined to outwit the other.“I am going to win this round,” Hazel winked. As they rolled the dice and exchanged playful banter, a sudden knock echoed bringing everyone’s attention in the house.“Hazel, check who is there?” Startled, Hazel looked towards the door. The knocking persisted, growing louder and more urgent. Curiosity overcoming caution, she playfully swung the door open, only to find Wyatt Romano standing on the doorstep.“Good evening,” a man stood in front of her, his eyes changing to raven black. The atmosphere shifted instantly. The jovial family scene turned tense as Wyatt's intense gaze fixed on Hazel. Without a word, he reached for her hand, pulling her o