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
She adorned herself in a pink floral dress, the frills emphasizing her waist and covering her legs with Sharq bites. Opening her wet hair, she emerged from the room, fingers fidgeting as she stepped outside. Descending the stairs, she met Dimitry, who gawked at her."Is it a good idea to explore your house?" she hesitated, glancing around, searching for any sign of his elder brother. Dimitry rolled his eyes, grabbing her hand. "Our house," he corrected, leading her outside to commence the mansion tour.Standing before the grand structure, Hazel's eyes widened. "Woah," she whispered in awe. In front of the colossal mansion stood a grand fountain at its center, a bit overwhelming and somewhat intimidating. The fountain boasted two mini fountains on either side, flanking a larger one in the middle with a howling wolf statue. Painted in a cream hue, the mansion loomed like a giant in the midst of a vast expanse of green grass. Upon entering, Hazel's attention was drawn to the prominent st
In the kitchen, Dimitry and Hazel blended ingredients for cookies, the rhythmic music enhancing the moment's warmth. The melody worked its magic on Hazel, gradually lifting her spirits. Soon, she found herself shaking her head and tapping her feet, reveling in the aromatic creation unfolding in the kitchen."Pass me the chocolate chips," Dimitry requested, seamlessly flowing with the musical rhythm. Flour scattered around the kitchen as their playful mixing escalated into a flour fight, laughter echoing through the mansion for the first time in ages. Intrigued by the newfound joy, Ruben ventured into the kitchen to investigate. Hazel, amidst the floury mess, welcomed him with a grin."Hey, Ruben. Wanna taste our cookies?""Yeah, sure," Ruben agreed."It's in the oven," Dimitry informed a rare smile on his face. "She taught me," he added. It was the first time Dimitry appeared genuinely happy. Hazel's presence seemed to breathe life and liveliness into the once somber atmosphere of the
Hazel descended the staircase for breakfast and determined her decision to ignore Wyatt's teasing from earlier. She greeted Dimitry with a warm smile, determined to maintain a sense of normalcy."Good morning, Dimitry," she nodded to the elderly chef couple who had welcomed her earlier, their warm smiles making her feel more at ease. The aroma of freshly cooked breakfast filled the room. Hazel took a seat at the table, keeping her attention towards Dimitry and the cheerful morning atmosphere. However, Wyatt's teasing eyes couldn't go unnoticed; his gaze scanned her in a way that made her beauty seem to perplex him.Ruben and Silas entered with a cheerful "Morning, folks!" Ruben playfully directed his attention to Hazel. "Do you have any issues with my Alpha? Why no good morning for him?" he teased, settling into his chair.Hazel shot him a quick, candid look. "There's nothing good about the morning if it starts with Mr. Romano."Wyatt, always ready to add fuel to the fire, teased, "Ma
The eerie silence that followed Hazel's plea was abruptly shattered by a spine-chilling howl, sending shivers down her spine. As she anxiously awaited her fate, the wolf in front of her unexpectedly shifted its attention, its fierce gaze now fixed over her shoulder, gawking an unexpected guest.Turning to look, Hazel was met with another shocking sight. A massive black wolf, majestic and imposing, had emerged from the shadows. Its fur glistened in the moonlight. The ominous darkness that enveloped the night. Without a moment's hesitation, the black wolf charged at the intruder, and a fierce battle erupted. The blow was a chaotic dance of fur, fangs, and snarls. The two wolves wrestled, their movements a blur of primal charge. The black wolf displayed a lethal grace, its killer instinct evident in every calculated strike. Against this formidable opponent, the brown wolf could only accept its forthcoming defeat. It retreated, dashing into the depths of the jungle, conceding to the autho
Hazel witnessed something unimaginable, an experience that defied the norms of human understanding. Though she survived the trauma, the aftermath left her heart shattered. Cursing herself every time she looked at Wyatt, she wrestled with the paradox of living under the roof of someone who desired her death.She started to believe Dimitry's words about Wyatt protecting her, but Wyatt's own words echoed relentlessly in her mind day and night."It's because of Dimitry that I'm alive in this house."It had been two days since she had left her room. Everyone else had come to check on her except Wyatt.Wyatt punishes himself through grueling exercises and long runs as if trying to physically distance himself from the guilt that weighed on him. Hazel, on the other hand, sat alone in the middle of the bed, a journal in hand. She intended to pour her feelings onto the pages, but the overwhelming sense of loneliness and suffocation stifled her words.Hazel heard a gentle knock on her door, prom
Silas stepped into the garden first, discovering the trio drenched. Wyatt, deliberately indifferent, played along, emphasizing his apparent disregard for Hazel. Smiling, she gathered their belongings and headed inside."Having a good time with our Alpha?" Silas inquired, grinning."Oh, no, not with him. Dimitry and I went for a picnic," Hazel replied, her dress clinging to her and wet hair framing her face. Silas glanced at Wyatt, who was engaged with Dimitry. Hazel's response seemed to please him."Don't be upset. I'm sure he likes you.” Silas complimented, "You're so beautiful," his eyes paused on her soaked dress, accentuating her alluring curves and the valley between her breasts. Mrs. Cox brought towels for them. As Hazel reached for one, Silas swiftly intercepted it."Oh, let me help you. Gosh, you are soaked," he insisted, guiding her to a chair and taking charge of drying her hair."I can do it," Hazel offered, but Silas remained stubborn. He intentionally wiped her neck and s
In the aftermath of the confrontation, Wyatt's piercing red eyes surveyed the scene. The rogue bodies lay still, the evidence of the skirmish tainting the once serene woods. He turned toward Ruben with a stern expression."Ruben, clean this area. Leave no trace. We don't want Silas tracing us back here," Wyatt commanded, the authority in his voice cutting through the tension-filled air.Ruben nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll take care of it." As Ruben began the task of erasing any sign of the struggle, Wyatt's gaze fell on Hazel. She lay unconscious, a pawn in the supernatural battle. Wyatt's expression softened momentarily with a flicker of conflict in his eyes.He approached her with a mixture of determination and regret. Lifting her gently in his arms, he murmured to himself, "I didn't want you involved in this, doc. But there's no choice now."Navigating through the darkened woods, Wyatt carried Hazel back to the mansion. He entered her room, carefully laying her on the bed. As he