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
The lights dimmed, capturing everyone's attention on the stage. A spotlight illuminated a man addressing the crowd through the microphone."Friends, welcome to the annual meet. Together, we'll safeguard our pack and people. To spice up the party, let's welcome new members," he announced. Disinterested in the ongoing announcements, Wyatt set down his glass of scotch and made his way toward Ruben and Hazel, who were still searching for him and the others. As the announcer proceeded to introduce new members, something unexpected occurred—the spotlight suddenly shifted to Hazel, capturing everyone's attention."We have another beautiful young lady joining us tonight," the anchor declared. "She is Hazel Colton from the Blue Moon pack. Please come to the stage." Hazel found herself in complete shock, never anticipating that she would be thrust into the center of attention. Denying the request would undoubtedly impact Wyatt and his subordinates. Her heart pounded with nervousness, and the un
"But it will ignite a war," Ruben contemplated."It's not just that I left Hazel as the final part of our deal and then departed the city," Wyatt explained with a wink, noticing a car approaching their way.Ruben turned and saw Marcus and his people arriving to assist Wyatt. He stepped out and signaled the others to keep a close watch on the club while he approached, eager to understand what Adrian had offered Wyatt."So...""You were right... he did threaten me," Wyatt added. [Flashback]As they entered the room, Wyatt couldn't help but feel a sense of tension in the air. "So, why did you bring me here?" he asked curiously. Adrian smirked and gestured for Silas to pour their glasses. "I have something to show you," he replied, casually swiping up on his phone to reveal a video clip."What is this? Rogues? Now you've started raising a wild army for yourself?" Wyatt chuckled, attempting to downplay the seriousness of the situation."Yes, the ones who attacked you on the day when you
Two agonizing days had passed since Hazel slipped into a deep slumber, her body remaining unresponsive to both medicines and Serene's mystical attempts to rouse her. Night after night, Wyatt would visit her, a silent vigil by her bedside. "Serene, it's been two days. Why is she not responding?" Wyatt's voice betrayed a weariness, his eyes reflecting the exhaustion of uncertainty. "I don't know. I've tried everything to bring her back," Serene confessed, her usually confident demeanor replaced with a flicker of helplessness. Wyatt turned to Lyra with a desperate expectation for a glimmer of hope. "Anything," "I don't know either. There is nothing medically that is stopping her. The bleeding has stopped, and, if I have to tell you… she's in some kind of coma," Lyra revealed, her words hanging in the air like an unwelcome verdict. The room fell into a heavy silence, each person grappling with their own sense of powerlessness. The exchange of blank looks spoke about the shared confus
It's been a few days, Hazel's recovery from trauma progressed with Serene's magical assistance. Wyatt, anticipating the imminent war, dedicated himself to intense training, urging every warrior to push their limits. Surprisingly, there was no news of Zain during these sessions. Lost in contemplation, Wyatt drove to his mansion, a desire to see Hazel tugging at his thoughts. Serene wisely suggested a visit after Hazel slept to enhance her recovery by keeping her anxiety in check. Amidst these reflections, Wyatt's phone buzzed, revealing Marcus's name on the screen."Hello," "Adrian was telling the truth about Zain knowing Hazel," Marcus revealed and conveyed an essential piece of news to Wyatt. He wasn't expecting things to unravel this way, but he was all ears, eager to hear what Marcus had to say next."I'm sending you a picture," the message popped up on the phone screen, and Wyatt's eyes widened. It was a photo of Hazel receiving an award from Zain."Where did you get this picture
The last remnants of the evening's essence painted the sky in hues of lavender, casting a tranquil glow over everything. Serene, immersed in her own enchantment, decided to seek out Hazel before delving into the next round of spells. The anticipation of Zain's impending arrival spurred her urgency; she needed to ensure she and Hazel were adequately shielded.As she ascended the stairs, a sense of unease settled within her. The house felt strangely quiet, and a hint of anxiety coiled in her chest. "Hazel?" she called out, descending quickly. Serene made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find Hazel engrossed in some task. The dim light revealed no sign of her. Panic gripped Serene's heart, and her footsteps quickened as she raced towards the garden, searching desperately for any trace of her.The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of crickets filled the air, but Hazel remained elusive. "Hazel!" Serene's voice quivered with worry, a knot tightening in her stomach. Her frantic gaze
Startled, she turned, meeting cyan-blue eyes. Wyatt's expression was a mix of happiness and hope, tinged with annoyance. He tried to calm down, but he hadn't slept all night. He'd been outside, feeling her presence, thinking about everything. How could a girl in this house be the golden wolf? And how could she be his mate? This place belonged to the woman who still had his heart, his wildflower. And then he saw her. He couldn't believe his eyes. Hazel was alive. When and how were questions for later? Right now, all he wanted was to hug her and tell her how much he missed her."You really thought I wouldn't find you?" His voice, low and rough, sent shivers down her spine as he approached her."How did you find me?" She stammered, her eyes wide with shock as he closed in on her personal space."How could I forget your scent, Hazel? How could I forget my wildflower?" His words seemed to hang in the air, filled with hope, but something was empty in her gaze.
"What? No, Aurum. You know..." Hazel's protest was cut short.As they dashed through the mountains, Hazel's pulse quickened. She reached out to stop Aurum, her voice tinged with urgency. "Wait, don't go."'Relax, Hazel. Remember, we're in our wolf forms. He won't recognize you.'They sprinted through the mountain, the mansion looming in the distance—a place where Hazel had been imprisoned once before. Her heart pounded as she tried to hold Aurum back."Wait," she urged. But their senses tingled with the presence of others, unseen but felt."The shiny wolf is there," a voice whispered.Aurum tensed, her golden fur bristling as she darted towards cover, Hazel hot on her heels.'We need to hide; they might pick up our scent,' Aurum whispered urgently, disappearing into the shadows."Who could smell us?" Hazel asked.'Maybe his pack or other wolves,' Aurum replied.Together, they sprinted towards the nearby stream, where Hazel and Wyatt had often lingered. They concealed themselves from t
Hazel's heart raced as she spotted the figure Aurum was thrilled about. Her steps faltered as she approached, anticipation tingling in her veins. But her eyes locked onto his face, her world crumbled. Clutching the nearby pillar for support, she stumbled behind the decorative plants before fleeing. She cupped her mouth, escaping the painful sight of encountering someone she never expected to see again. The ache in her chest brought back a flood of memories. She never imagined her wolf would lead her to Wyatt. How could he possibly be her mate? 'Hazel, what's wrong?' Aurum asked gently. Tears filled Hazel's eyes as she ran, her heart pounding with the urgency to escape Wyatt. She dashed into the restroom, breath ragged, collapsing against the door as tears streamed down her face.'What happened, Hazel?' Aurum's voice was soft, filled with concern.Hazel struggled to speak through her sobs. "He can't be our mate," she said.'Why?' Aurum inquired, trying to understand.Hazel's eyes clos
As they boarded the flight to Charlotte, Misty's excitement was evident. It was her first time venturing beyond her hometown. However, Hazel's mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Memories of Wyatt's behavior resurfaced, stirring a mix of feelings within her.Driving towards her home, a two-hour journey, Aurum and Hazel exchanged silent conversation. Despite the emotional turmoil, there was a comforting familiarity in returning home. Hazel felt a tug of nostalgia, as if she'd been away for ages. Yet, beneath it all lurked a sense of dread. What if Wyatt discovered her secrets? How would he react? But amidst her doubts, a newfound confidence surged. With the strength of the wolf spirit within her, she felt empowered to face any challenge Wyatt posed.'If this Wyatt Romano dares to cause trouble,' Aurum's voice echoed in her mind, 'We'll give him a run for his money.'Hazel chuckled softly, catching Misty's curious gaze."What's so funny?" Misty asked.Hazel shrugged, a smile
"Let her go," Jenna pleaded, her voice soft but insistent.Zain glanced at her, a rush of emotions flooding through him, none of which he could quite grasp. He hadn't anticipated Hazel's sudden announcement about returning home. He had been so sure he had everything under control, waiting for her wolf to surface, believing he could handle it by marking her. But now, faced with this unexpected twist, he realized he wasn't prepared."How could you even consider that, Mom?" He struggled to maintain his composure, fighting the urge to lose it."You promised her. She's free to make her own decisions. I'm certain now that she's accepted your proposal, she wanted to tell her parents and get their approval like any good daughter," Jenna still believed in what they saw during the proposal, but little did she know Hazel had already informed Zain needed time to make up her mind."Mom, come on, you gotta understand. I didn't bring her here just to let her walk away without making sure she feels l
Standing in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. In the depths of his turmoil, Wyatt couldn't shake off the weight of his guilt. The physical wounds might fade with time, but the ache in his soul remained, constantly reminding him of his actions. Memories of that moment reignited the pain as if Hazel's spirit demanded answers he couldn't provide. Every night, he found himself haunted by regrets, wishing he could undo what he had done to her. He couldn't escape the responsibility he felt for her death, blaming himself for failing to protect her. Doubt gnawed at him, making him question his worthiness as an alpha.Despite saving several warriors, he couldn't shake the guilt of failing to protect a valuable human life. Tears welled up as sorrow pierced his heart once more. "Brother, let's head to the battleground," Dimitry's voice broke through his thoughts. Gritting his teeth, he pushed down his emotions, channeling his anger into preparation for the impending battle with h
Hazel felt a knot of nerves twist in her stomach as Zain's interruption caught her off guard. She quickly smoothed down her clothes and made her way to the door, her mind buzzing with the dilemma of whether to reveal her wolf or keep it hidden.Zain's concerned gaze met hers as she approached. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice betraying his worry. "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard with the proposal. I didn't mean to rush things, but I just didn't want my parents to feel.. I understand if you're not ready yet, but..." He trailed off with a heavy sigh, leaving the rest of his thoughts unspoken."It's okay," Hazel said softly, surprising him. He had braced himself for her to be upset, but instead, she seemed calm. He reached out and gently held her face in his hand."Thank you for understanding," he said, relieved. "I'm glad you're considering being my partner."Hazel hesitated, her expression uncertain. "I haven't decided yet, Zain. I need more time to think."Zain nodded,
FlashbackIn a sudden flashback, Hazel found herself standing on the familiar ground, clad in pristine white attire. She scanned her surroundings in search of the mysterious girl from before, but she was nowhere to be found. Determined, Hazel retraced her steps, leading her to the same ominous house that had haunted her dreams. With an unsettling feeling gnawing, she pushed the slightly ajar door open and stepped inside.The house was eerily quiet, devoid of any signs of life. A strange metallic smell lingered in the air, making her nose twitch. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she was met with a horrifying sight. Anna and Aztec, the couple, lay lifeless on the floor. Dread washed over her as she realized they had been murdered. Panic seized her as she looked around, searching for any sign of the baby or the woman who had assisted with the birth."They've been murdered," Unexpectedly, a presence in the room drew her attention. She turned to find someone standing there, her eyes fi
Hazel blinked, her eyelids fluttering open to greet the sight of her bedroom ceiling. After a few steady breaths, she realized she felt surprisingly refreshed, devoid of any remnants of a troubled sleep. There were no signs of struggle or haunting dreams lingering to unsettle her. As she sat up against the headboard, a surge of curiosity washed over her, prompting her to inspect her body, her hands, her feet - everything appeared normal. With a quick movement, she threw aside the duvet and rushed to the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection for any clues. But everything seemed unchanged. A nagging question tugged at her thoughts: What had transpired during her sleep? Did she communicate with that mysterious presence that often visited her dreams? Or had she departed entirely? Closing her eyes, she attempted to recall her dreams, hoping to uncover even the slightest hint of their interaction. Yet, to her dismay, her mind was blank, devoid of any recollection. Her eyes widened in realiz