At the head of the long wooden table, Ryland sat calmly and composedly while the pack's elders talked about pressing issues. Candlelight flickered in the dimly lit room, creating shadows on the walls that were decorated with the history of the pack. Ryland hardly noticed the subtle scent of burning pinewood in the air. Shit!His mind was faraway again.“There are more rogue attacks than necessary,” Elder Malcolm stated solemnly. “Security along the borders needs to be strengthened. I don't know why you are allowing rogues to get into the pack.”He hissed in frustration, but he knew better not to say anything that would infuriate the Alpha.Just yesterday, news had flown into his ears that the Alpha had brought in a rogue girl.How could he be this careless?Too much unnecessary indulgence will get the whole pack into trouble.He wanted to tell Alpha Ryland this, but thought better of it.Elder Silas gave a nod of agreement saying, “Eastern border is particularly of concern. We risk
Recalling the meeting held with the elders, Ryland's deep resentment swirled up. The pack's future alliances and his leadership were among the topics covered.Although all they said were reasonable and logical, one suggestion however, had made him angry.He paced his study, whispering out of frustration to himself.The elders had also reminded him of the need to crown a Luna—to make Serena his Luna, as if he was daft. That he was wasting too much time, and that he needed to act fast. If only they knew that it was the least of his problems at the moment. His desires were hot and he desperately wanted to quench it.“It is high time you settle down with someone who can help you in strengthening the pack—bear an heir for the pack,” he growled, repeating the exact words of Elder Malcolm to himself, hissing loudly in frustration.“As if I am not already aware of that!” he barked.“Oh, the rogue girl,” he cried. She was his torment.The thought of his encounter with Hazel stirred his wolf,
Still in the pool of regrets in his study, Ryland sat behind his desk, his fingers unreligiously tapping the surface with his head lowered.He wished to have a nap, but it feels like sleep itself was forbidden.Every second that passed with no information received caused his rage to get on him and the strain in his chest would not go away. He felt a mixture of frustration and longing thinking of Hazel and how terribly he treated her, and the memory clung to him like a shadow. The guards had left to find her and the earlier she was found the better for everyone.His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door."Come in," he said sternly as he sat up straight.He was hoping it would be the guards, as he was anxiously waiting for good news—to see Hazel again.This time he promised himself that he won't let her out of his sight.Serena entered as the door squeaked open, and he sighed in frustration, and disappointment stretched on his face.Her emerald-green dress perfectly
Time had passed ever since Hazel was brought into the dungeon, and slowly, she grew used to sitting in one spot for hours. The dungeon was a complete world of its own—dark, damp, and heavy with the scent of mildew and decay. She had lost track of time down here. Days bled into nights, the only indicators of passing hours were the distant footsteps of different guards who came to drop stale bread and murky water by her feet. It was humiliating. It felt terrible that she had been reduced to this after everything she had once been.Hazel sat in her usual spot, her back pressed against the rough freezing wall as her chains rattled slightly with every minor shift of her body.Somehow, Hazel had learned to live in silence. To keep her thoughts to herself.And yet, Mira, the female bodyguard, had found a way to break that silence.The bodyguard stood just a few feet away, leaning against the iron bars with her arms crossed, watching Hazel with a contemplative expression. She wasn’t like
"I can tell that you're hiding something. Trust me, you don't want to know what I will do to you if I find out that you are actually hiding anything from me..." A deep voice growled in the dimly lit chamber. His voice was sharp, and almost impatient as he cleared his throat. "Mira!" He barked at the lady who stood before him. Mira held her breath as she blinked at him without a word. Her hands were clasped tightly behind her back as she stood rigidly, barely moving an inch. She had her eyes pinned on the man who was seated across from her at an enormous wooden desk. His name was Darius Voss, the most powerful leader of one of the deadliest trafficking rings. It was the very trafficking ring that Mira now worked for. She eyed her boss without a word, as her heart thumped in her chest. She could tell that he knew she had something to hide, but she didn't know if it was safer to say anything else than all she had already told him. She tore her eyes away from his face as she look
Bang!There was a loud crash at the far end of the dark hallway which led to the dungeon. Hazel froze in horror as heavy footsteps approached the dungeon, and she glanced at the overheard fire touch which flickered above her. Then, she shut her eyes, taking in a sharp breath. It was time! She reasoned. It was probably time for her to be taken by whoever was in charge of this dungeon. She bit down on her lower lips as the sound of the footsteps drew closer. Seconds later, Hazel was sure that she wasn’t alone. The heavy iron door groaned open, and a tall figure stepped inside. He had an intimidating presence which seemed to suck air from the room, like a predator entering the den of its prey.He was composed, with precise movements. The kind of man who never had to raise his voice to be feared.Hazel remained seated on the thin cot, her wrists shackled in front of her, her back pressed against the wall.She refused to stand. Whoever he was, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction
The next few days passed in a blur of silence. Hazel grew uneasy and she kept to herself, refusing to talk to anyone. She needed a plan. She needed to find a way out. The thought of spending the rest of her life in this place, under Darius’s control, made her stomach churn.One evening, she heard footsteps. Not the usual ones. These were slow and deliberate. They stopped right outside her cell.Hazel looked up. Mira stood there, arms crossed, her face tight with something Hazel couldn’t quite read.“Hazel,” Mira said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want this.”Hazel’s jaw tightened. She didn’t speak right away, just stared, studying her.“What do you want?” Her voice was cold, flat.Mira shifted uncomfortably. “Darius… he’s asking about you. About your past. He’s getting interested, and that’s not a good thing.”“I don’t care what he wants,” Hazel said, standing. The chains around her wrists clinked as she moved. “I’ll get out of here. I always do.”Mira hesitated.“You can’t do this
"Afraid of you?" Darius scoffed. "Isn't it obvious?" Hazel shot at him. The smirk on Darius' face didn't waver, but something in his gaze shifted.Hazel continued. “You come in here, trying to intimidate me, but it’s not working. You know why?” She let the silence stretch before whispering, “Because you know I’m going to get out of here. And when I do, I’ll make you regret ever touching me. You underestimate me."For the first time, Darius said nothing. He stared at her for a long moment before standing. “We’ll see about that,” he said.And then he was gone.The second he left, Hazel exhaled slowly, letting the tension leave her body.She had rattled him. Even just a little, but she had to move faster.Every night, she studied the guards with more attention. She listened to their conversations, learned their habits. The loose bolt in the bars? She had been working on it for days, carefully loosening it little by little when no one was looking.Mira.She wasn’t fully loyal to Dariu
Ryland stood in front of his window staring outside, a glass of whisky in hand. Kael grew uncontrollable with each passing hour and Ryland found it harder to concentrate. Something felt off. He knew and was hundred percent sure, but he didn't know what. It had been two days since he and Hazel last spoke and she had not called since then. He played the last minutes of their call over and over in his mind but nothing felt off. But he was yet to receive a call from her. All sorts of scenarios played in his mind and they felt so real and he could barely sleep. Keal had been stirring in anger, making Ryland squeeze his eyes tight."Mate," it growled, threatening to lose control. Caleb pushed the door open walking in. Ryland turned, prying his eyes open, his eyes getting darker as he saw Caleb. "Don't you know how to knock?" He questioned, his temper rising. "As much as I would love to spar with you, I very much like to live so that would be a no to a fight with you," Caleb said, glanc
Eleanor ignored the mess she had just made, running towards Hazel. "How are you? Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?" Eleanor asked, stumbling on her words. Hazel stared at her, her lips stretching into a smile. Memories of Eleanor defending her filled her mind and she felt her heart swell. "I'm fine, Hazel managed to say, her voice a little hoarse. "You sound thirsty, I should go get you some water," Eleanor said, turning away. "Where is Maria?" She asked turning back to face Hazel. Just then Maria walked in with a glass of water in hand. Her smile fell when she studied the floor in front of her. "What happened?" She asked, taking another way to avoid slipping. "Don't mind me," Eleanor replied, taking the water off Maria's palm. "Here drink up," Eleanor coed, holding Hazel up by supporting her back. "Feel better?" She questioned and Hazel nodded, trying to ignore the tears that threatened to fall again. "I'll go get the doctor. I think he needs to check some things," Maria
Hazel stood in a house. She turned around, studying her surroundings. It looked like the mansion but it felt different. It looked foggy and everywhere was empty. "Hello?” she called out heading for the stairs. She took each step slowly, the creaking of the wood sending a chill down her spine. She stood in front of her room door. Taking in a deep breath, she slowly pushed the door and went in. The room looked organised and Hazel's brows knitted together in confusion. Something felt wrong. Oddly wrong. "Maybe the servants had gotten it back together," a voice answered her doubts, but she ignored it, stepping in. She placed her hand on the bed feeling the softness of the bed sheets. She stood facing the window lost in thought, just then a sound brought her out. It sounded like a baby crying. Hazel looked around, but she was the only one in her room. The crying stopped and Hazel shook her head walking away from the bed. "It was probably all in my head," she muttered, placing her h
Hazel scrambled to her feet in shock. "Answer the question!" Rodrigo yelled, making her shake in fear. "What do you mean?" She asked, feigning confusion, but Rodrigo saw through it.His nostrils flared like a bull’s and Hazel's heart raced so fast that she wished she could just disappear."I have no idea what you're talking about," Hazel managed to yell, trying to stand her ground. Rodrigo gripped a fistful of her hair and dragged her closer to himself. She let out a scream clawing at his hand, but it was no use. "Why do you have that phone?!" He barked very close to her ear. Hazel squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face as pain spread like electricity through her skull.It was no surprise that somehow Rodrigo of all people had stumbled on her phone. But how?"You never said I couldn't own a phone," she choked out, a sob escaping with the words. "Yes, but you owned two," he yelled, his grip on her hair getting tighter. "I don't," she struggled to answer. It felt l
Rodrigo ran a hand through his hair. He leaned on the wall taking deep breaths. "How could she talk to him like that," he growled out. Leo clawed on the inside wanting to be released but after much attempts, Rodrigo was able to control the animal and he headed for his office. He kicked the door open to see Thorne seated. Thorne turned to face Rodrigo cringing, "You look like sh*t. Wife problems?" He asked, a smirk on his face. "Shut up!" Rodrigo growled, earning a chuckle from Thorne. "C’mon tell me," he urged with a smile playing on his lips. "You don't need to know," Rodrigo said, taking his seat. "Fine," Thorne muttered, rolling his eyes. "I won't tell you what I found though," he said, bringing out a phone. Rodrigo's brows knitted in confusion. "What did you find?" he asked, his eyes flashing red. “You didn't tell me what the problem is so I don't have to say anything,” Thorne shot back. "I'm the Alpha, I don't answer to you," he growled at him, but Thorne sat down, his s
Rodrigo flashed her a charming smile as he gestured for her to take a seat. "You're already eating," Hazel said, studying his movements. "I know. You complained about me not showing up for dinner so I made some changes to my schedule," he said, taking a slice of his steak. Hazel smiled, but it felt empty. She mentally scolded herself for ever saying such. A maid came in with her plate and she said a mini thank you, her eyes fixed on the plate in front of her. No doubt it would taste delicious, but she had no appetite with Rodrigo seated in front of her. "Aren't you going to eat?" He asked, taking a cup of wine. Hazel looked at him then at the food. Slowly she sliced the steak popping it in her mouth. The flavours exploded, but she only felt like throwing up. With Rodrigo still watching her every move, Hazel struggled to swallow. "So what was your day like?" He asked, glancing at his plate. "Nothing, I mostly slept today," Hazel answered in a bored tone. Silently hoping he would
"What do you mean you have it ready? It's too early," Rodrigo asked, his voice a little skeptical. “Alpha, it's past ten in the morning,” Thorne responded, making Rodrigo leave his bed in a hurry.He pulled the curtain to the side, squinting when the sunlight hit him. "I'll be down in a few minutes. Get my schedule ready," Rodrigo said, ending the call. The next forty minutes he spent taking a shower, putting on a suit and styling his hair. Soon he went deeper down the stairs, his eyes locking with Thorne who stood in a navy blue suit with his hands behind his back. "Good morning, Alpha," he greeted, leaning in as a form of a slight bow. Rodrigo nodded, toying with his cufflinks. "Where is it?" He questioned Thorne, stretching his hand out. "Here," Thorne said, taking out a small box from his pocket. Rodrigo stared at it warily. He took in a breath, and collected the box. Pushing the lid over he stared at the jewelry, "What happened to the other one?" He sent Thorne a judging g
Rodrigo took his seat and Thorne walked in almost immediately. "What the heck did I do now?" He muttered, locking eyes with Rodrigo. "Unfortunately you did nothing wrong," he responded, interlocking his fingers. "Unfortunately. What do you mean by that?" Thorne shot back, his face twisted in confusion. "I have a job for you," Rodrigo said, ignoring his words. "What is it?""I got the necklace back from her? I need you to put a listening device on it," Rodrigo answered, lifting the necklace up. The diamond shone in the dim light, but Thorne wasn't impressed. “It's very small. How am I supposed to put a device on it? Doesn't she also shower with it?" He asked, already exhausted from just the idea. "I didn't think about all these," Rodrigo said, running a hand through his hair. "I noticed," Thorne answered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Drop that tone, and do what I asked of you. I don't care if you have to cut it, change the gem or how expensive such wires may be," he said,
"I know you asked him to follow me, Why?" Hazel asked, her chest heavingRodrigo took a deep breath and Hazel rolled her eyes disgusted at his immaturity. "Hazel," he called in a calm voice, walking towards her. She glared at him, stretching her hand out. “Don't come any closer; answer my question," she glared again, not wanting to back down. "Why would you send your Beta to follow me?" She repeated, her voice echoing. Rodrigo pinched the bridge of his nose, and turned to the side, as if looking out for something."Common love, don't be like this," he said, a chuckle escaping his lips. "You don't trust me?" Hazel asked, enjoying the sight of him growing uncomfortable. "What did you expect? What did you hope to see?" She asked, stepping closer. Rodrigo looked away, his eyes stopping on the large bouquet of flowers. "Where did you get this?" He asked, finally happy that he had something over her. Hazel looked at the bouquet in her arms then back at him. "Seriously?" She asked, her