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
Wyatt's face morphed from defiance to disbelief as the truth unfolded before him. His eyes widened in shock, pupils dilating as if struggling to accept the unexpected revelation. The cunning smile that had adorned his face moments ago vanished, replaced by a mixture of astonishment and betrayal. It was a silent gasp, an echo of shattered expectations,"How is this even possible?" he stammered.Zain, with a cold smile, introduced the person responsible for the intricate web of deception. "Dr. Lyra Larkin, my mother," he declared with chilling satisfaction. The shock on Wyatt's face deepened — the mastermind behind it all was not the expected traitor, Silas, but someone much closer, much more unexpected. She advanced towards Wyatt with an eerily blank expression, indifferent to the gravity of her betrayal, and hands crossed over her shoulders. The Pack, once trusting and united, now witnessed the ultimate deception unfold before their eyes."I trusted you; you were the most important pa