Hazel hissed in pain as she watched blood droplets surface on her skin, causing Raul's hunger to surge uncontrollably. He couldn't resist the temptation and swiped at the blood, but his expression soon shifted to amusement. A sudden punch landed squarely on his face before he could fully process what was happening.Wyatt had returned to the mansion and immediately sensed danger in the air as soon as he stepped out of his car. The unmistakable scent of a vampire in need of water triggered his senses, prompting him to swiftly check the dungeons. The fear of losing Hazel clouded his thoughts, and the instinct to protect what belonged to him kicked in.Without hesitation, Wyatt pulled Hazel behind him and acted swiftly to save her in the blink of an eye."You bastard!" Raul's scream echoed as he lunged at Wyatt. Hazel snapped out of her daze, witnessing the fierce clash between the two powerful beings.Raul landed a knuckle punch on Wyatt's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. With a
The morning brought the chirping of birds, accompanied by the hustle and bustle of people, jolting Wyatt awake. The realization that he had slept in the office last night flooded his senses, along with the reasons that led him to such a decision. He sat up forcefully from the couch where he had laid casually, feeling the burning on his neck from the uneven surface he had chosen for his restless sleep.The lingering effects of alcohol still held their sway as he rubbed his forehead, attempting to ease the dull ache. Checking the time, he noticed the clock rushing toward the noon hours. His eyes landed on the door, half-expecting Hazel to come and bother him, perhaps to ask him to take her to the hospital. But the thought quickly dissipated as he realized she must have harbored resentment towards him for his actions.Making his way towards the kitchen, Wyatt's eyes involuntarily searched for Hazel, his ears straining to hear her anklet-adorned footsteps, his nose yearning for a trace of
Wyatt's heart raced as he saw the authoritative figure entering the hospital. It was none other than Serene – long, curly, jet-black hair, a dominating smile, modern yet classy. Her presence was undeniably effective, and Wyatt's immediate instinct was to mind-link Ruben and inform him to hide Hazel behind his back.Having a powerful witch in the territory was not a surprise, but Wyatt knew it might catch Serene off guard to see Hazel, a human, in wolf territory. Hazel had already drawn enough attention, and for now, he didn't want Serene to shift her focus onto her.The dynamics between werewolves and witches had historically been marked by enmity, rooted in their fundamental differences in nature and magic. However, the two supernatural worlds had maintained an enduring peace, thanks to the alliance forged by Wyatt's forefathers and Serene's ancestors. Wyatt had a deep trust in Serene. She had protected his pack like her own, and the respect went both ways. Despite the potential tens
Stood under the cascading water stream, Hazel strived for comfort. The water enveloped her, and she let out a flood of emotions that had built up within her. Tears mixed with water, quietly holding pain, suppressed from the world's watchful eyes.She emerged from the shower. Determined to face the evening ahead, Hazel chose a bumblebee yellow-colored dress adorned with delicate floral prints. The knee-length dress with long trumpet sleeves perfectly complemented her skin, hugging her figure in all the right places. She carefully gathered her hair into a bun, allowing a few strands to cascade delicately around her face and neck. With a touch of mascara and nude lipstick, she looked ready to face the world.A soft knock interrupted her preparations. "Come in," she called out, focusing on tying the straps of her brown wedge sandals.Hazel suddenly felt herself losing balance as she straightened up, her heart racing with panic. Just before she could stumble, Wyatt's strong hand steadied h
Seated in his study room, Wyatt immersed himself in the documents, thoughts revolving around the imminent events of the annual summit. A soft knock interrupted his focus, prompting him to say, "Come in," as he caught a whiff of Silas' presence."May I have a word with you?" Silas inquired, extending a stack of documents."What's this?""Our proposal for the summit—issues, growth, everything documented here. Blue Moon Pack holds a strong position against others," Silas murmured, scanning the document for the last time."That's good to know," Wyatt acknowledged, silently appreciating his dad's imparted leadership skills."We have a flight in a few hours." Wyatt nodded, his mind formulating another plan.
They reached their destination—a picturesque villa that seemed to embody calmness, a perfect haven for couples to spend their time. As Wyatt stepped out, he reached out to assist Hazel, who was struggling with her bag.“Let me help…”“I can take care of myself,” Hazel replied with a chapped smile, concealing the fact that his presence affected her in ways she couldn't comprehend anymore. Wyatt tussled with his own feelings. The constant struggle to hide his emotions, to treat Hazel merely as a mistress, created turmoil within him. His heart wanted to be close to her, to acknowledge the connection they shared, but the reality of the situation reminded him to keep a distance. This internal conflict played out in every step he took, a silent battle between his true desires and the roles they were compelled to play in this compl
Hazel stepped into the vibrant venue, pounding with the energy of a youthful crowd immersed in the joy of their evening. The atmosphere was alive with entertainment as the night unfolded into a lively Karaoke session. Despite the excitement around her, Hazel couldn't shake off the sense of aloneness. She yearned for companionship, a connection amidst the laughter and melodies. The absence of a special someone to share this evening with left a void in her heart, countering the lively ambiance surrounding her.She bought herself a drink and settled in the corner. Just in time, a man's voice filled the room, proposing to his beloved amidst the crowd's cheers; Hazel's heart sank. The shattered fragments of her own dreams flooded her mind. She longed for the kind of love she saw before her, a love that would sweep her off her feet and fill her soul with passion.Wat
Hazel awoke to the soft morning light streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. She stirred with the pounding ache in her head. Looking around only to realize the room looked like a scattered puzzle of the night before. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, leaving remnants of the passionate night she vaguely remembered. Feeling both sore and strangely empty, Hazel searched for Wyatt, but he was nowhere to be found. She longed to see him beside her on this beautiful morning, and the room felt incomplete without him despite the scattered memories and a room filled with echoes of their passion. She ran her fingers over her body, tracing the remarks that Wyatt had left, a mixture of pleasure and pain carved into her skin. A gentle smile played on her lips, and blush tinted her cheeks as she closed her eyes, allowing the memory of his words to replay in her mind – You are mine. The thought brought a bubbly energy that lightened her heart. Hazel headed to the