It had been three weeks since Hazel had been dragged into this place, and though the walls weren’t made of iron bars, it felt just the same—a prison. Rodrigo’s presence loomed over everything, even when he wasn’t in sight.Hazel had learned the truth about him through whispers among the maids—an Alpha, feared and respected, known for his ruthlessness. Yet, despite the terror that surrounded his name, he had been… absent. Not once had he demanded anything from her. And that? That worried her the most about him. Every night, she was reminded of the ache in her chest and how it never truly left.She missed her parents so much it was a physical pain. It was low like an emptiness that nothing could fill. Some nights, she curled up in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if her mother’s embrace had just been a dream.Would she even recognize their voices if she heard them again?She hated this feeling of loneliness and helplessness. But she wasn’t completely alone because with time, she
“This place is beautiful, isn’t it?” A deep, masculine voice said behind Hazel. She was standing at the balcony of her room, and hid her surprise over his sudden presence behind her. She didn’t turn, rather, her fingers tightened around the cold iron railing as Rodrigo’s voice drifted through the evening air. His tone was calm, almost like he was expecting a response from her, but she knew better than to trust it.She exhaled slowly as her eyes remained fixed on the estate beyond—on the perfectly sculpted gardens, and the fountains in the palace grounds. “It must be nice to stand here and admire everything,” Rodrigo continued when she didn’t respond. “But I wonder if you have ever found any of it enjoyable.”Hazel’s lips pressed together. She gave the shortest answer possible. “It’s fine.”“Fine?”“Yes,” she said, wondering where this conversation was headed. It took everything she had in her to stop herself from looking back at Rodrigo to get a glimpse of his face. She wanted to k
A short while later, Rodrigo looked up at Hazel again. She seemed to be focused on eating the food before her and actually enjoying it. Without knowing, his fork noisily dropped to the plate, making a fluttering noise. Hazel jerked her head upwards and shot him a glance. “Oh, no,” he muttered and swallowed hard. He blinked as he realized that Hazel was now looking at him. Her golden-brown eyes were locked onto his. There was a mix of curiosity and suspicion in her looks as she eyed him.Damn it! He cursed under his breath. He hadn’t realized how intensely he had been staring—how deep he had fallen into his own thoughts.She had caught him—again. He felt a blush rise in his cheeks as he picked a piece of napkin and dapped it at his lips to distract himself from Hazel. “I know this is none of my business, but...are you okay?” Hazel asked with a small voice, breaking the silence in the room. Wait...what? Did she just speak to him twice in a row without being spoken to first? A
Standing on the elevated training grounds, Rodrigo had his arms folded across his broad chest as he observed the warriors of his pack. The afternoon sun was already setting, and he could notice the sheen of sweat on the men who threw fists at each other below. There was also an occasional grunt of exertion in the air.His warriors were strong. Loyal. Disciplined.And yet, his mind was elsewhere.Hazel.Rodrigo clenched his jaw as he forced himself to focus on the drills taking place in front of him. He had barely slept the night before, haunted by the image of her—those sharp golden-brown eyes, the way her lips parted ever so slightly when she was lost in thought.His wolf stirred within him, pacing impatiently. Go to her.Easy. He told himself. Rodrigo let out a sharp exhale. His discipline was absolute, and he would not be ruled by impulse, especially not over a woman who had yet to yield.Caleb approached with short strides, stopping just behind him. “Alpha, the eastern border pat
Rodrigo strode down the hall toward his bedroom, his Beta, Caleb, tagging close behind like a cat chasing a mouse. A wicked laugh broke past his lips as he brushed his chestnut hair back.“At last, fresh pawns for my games. It won't be boring,” cursed Rodrigo, his eyes wickedly gleaming.No sooner had he entered the chamber than he picked out his neatly bought black suit from the closet, slipping it over his head and adjusting his cufflinks. His signature scent spread through the air as he reapplied the cologne. He felt very fulfilled and satisfied with his appearance, then he smiled very wickedly.“Get the driver ready,” he ordered Caleb, adjusting his black silk tie.Caleb nodded, slipping down the hall, leaving Rodrigo lost in thought. As Rodrigo stepped out of the chamber, he saw Eleanor walking close. She stopped still, bowing her head as a sign of respect.“Eleanor,” ordered Rodrigo smoothly, his voice subtly tinged with authority. "See that she’s well. And if anything as little
In another grand estate which was hidden behind thick iron gates, Ryland stood in one of his torture chambers, the cold, wet air thick with the smell of blood and hot coal. The dim light flickered, its deformed shadows rising across the shattered concrete walls.There were some men hanging upside down, wrists securely bound with silver chains, breathing short, and sharp shallow breaths. Their stifled groans filled the room.“So...” Ryland drew out the word, moving slowly, his shiny black shoes clicking out a staccato beat on the stone floor. He stopped to regard them, his dark eyes flashing with something a great deal more dangerous than rage. “What have you done with Hazel?” His voice was unnervingly even.One of the men shook with fear, trying to answer, his parched, rasping voice. “W-we did exactly, exactly as you ordered, Alpha,” he stammered, desiring only to deflect what he sensed was coming.“Yes, Alpha,” another barely repeated, blood trickling down his temple, he wasn't sure
They arrived at the Ryland Organization where a meeting was to be held.They walked hastily towards the board room, staff bowing as they made way for them to pass.“I hope they are all in there?”“Yes, Alpha,” Beta Caleb responded as he brushed through his tablet.Shortly after they left the torture house, he had gotten new clothes for Alpha Ryland and was just making sure payments were made.“Alright,” Ryland turned the door knob down, pushing open to reveal the worried faces in the room.“Alpha Ryland, what's with the emergency meeting?” One of the three men who met up with Rodrigo inquired, “Hope all is well?”“Sure, all is well, but not with you and your subordinates,” Ryland sneered, eyeing him, his eyes sending daggers his way.The man quickly looked at his two friends, and they gulped unconsciously, fear evident in their faces.“Now if you may all sit down,” Ryland said, gesturing for them to have a seat.Ryland took a seat at the head position, swirling it around, “I have impo
It had been two weeks now since Rodrigo got over with the three informants from Ryland's company, and he had been lazily sitting around, observing Hazel's movements, or was she the one observing him? The quiet morning hours had grown into a routine of silent glances, and lingering thoughts. It was now 7:00 AM, and the soft light of dawn filtered through the windows as Rodrigo eagerly anticipated seeing Hazel’s lips move while eating with him. They had been maintaining their usual eating routine, with him staring at her, and her gobbling down all the food she could, as if each bite was an act of defiance against the confines of their daily existence.He walked hastily towards her room, and stepped in without a knock on the door. Something he had never done before.He observed Hazel's dainty figure, his eyes darting through her body.“How soundly she sleeps,” he mumbled to himself. Then he quietly sat on the bed, next to sleeping Hazel. His heart was skipping fast as he admired her be
The sunlight slowly made its way past the thick curtains, waking Hazel up. She turned to check the time, her mouth making way for a yawn. But it was cut short as she remembered Rodrigo's lips almost touching hers. She sat up straight, feeling her face grow hot.Memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She recalled how awkward it was when she turned away to avoid the kiss. Rodrigo had apologized, and she had forced a weird smile onto her face.Despite the mixed feelings, Hazel was all warm and fuzzy inside, remembering how the almighty Rodrigo had respected her words and did not attempt to push further. She giggled to herself, but stopped when she heard someone approaching her door. A knock came and she lifted the blanket off her body, walking towards the door. "Who is it?" Hazel asked, her hands about to make contact with the door knob. But the door was pushed from the other side and Rodrigo walked in. Hazel stepped back as she recalled what almost happened between them."Goo
Hazel combed her hair, getting ready for dinner. A smile slowly crept onto her face as she thought about Rodrigo. It had been four days since they had a picnic together, and she had started looking forward to seeing him more often. Even though she was careful around him, not forgetting her past and experiences, yet she was helpless with the way she now felt by just thinking of him. She wasn't sure what to call it, but one thing is certain, Hazel realised how warmth and comfortable she feels being around Alpha Rodrigo, plus she finds herself longing to see him more frequently. To her, Rodrigo was not the cruel man she thought him to be. He was actually fun and sweet to be with.Placing the hair brush on the counter, she made her way to the dining area, expecting to see him. But for the first time, he wasn't at the diner, nor was he anywhere visible. Hazel quietly searched around hoping he'd appear, but he still didn't show up. She felt her heart sink, her appetite suddenly vanishing
Two days after their meeting, Ryland met with the detective. His chest was twisted with anger over the slow progress in finding Hazel. "How far?" he asked, his hand running over his hair as he took a seat."Any news?" Ryland asked, trying to ignore the growing impatience of Kael. His wolf had grown more aggressive each passing day and it was becoming difficult to keep him under control. They both wanted Hazel back, and they wanted her back now.The officer opened his folder, pulling out a file. "It depends on what you call it," he said with a grin as he let out a puff of smoke.Ryland narrowed his eyes as he collected the file from him. He scanned through it—a list of names, and important information. He looked back at the detective, a question in his eyes. The detective stared, pleased with himself. "These are names of prominent trafficking lords; men we think might be involved in Hazel's disappearance."Ryland felt a great wave of relief wash over him. Finally, a breakthrough. The
Hazel was sitting in her room, her mind wandering around and going through the events that have been happening in the past few days. She felt some kind of guilt for how harsh she had been to Rodrigo. After all, he hasn't done anything wrong but to be kind towards her. "Maybe I should be a little nicer," she murmured, as she unknowingly toyed and tugged her hair. A knock landed on her door bringing her out of her daze. She turned to see a blond lady, one of the staff poke her head in. "Miss, Alpha requests your presence at dinner."Hazel looked away, considering the invitation. It wouldn't hurt to attend, she thought. She smiled slightly, turning to meet the gaze of the messenger, "Yes, I'll be down."The lady's eye widened in shock, before she nodded closing the door. Hazel stood up, running her hands through her hair hoping it would calm her. "I'm just having dinner with him," she repeated, as if trying to reassure herself.Hazel walked out of her room at a slow pace. She went down
Ryland returned to his mansion, giving no space for any thoughts aside from Hazel.He walked across the rooms with a determined mind, and even the silence of the mansion seemed to bend to his will.“Are you sure that tag belongs to slave traders?” He asked Caleb who was sitting on the sofa, his fingers busy on his keypad.“I am sure, Alpha,” Caleb retorted, his voice steady.“Alright, any news from them?” Ryland asked, clenching his jaw, and his muscles twitched under his skin as his voice cut through the air.“Not yet, Alpha. Let me check on them.”The tension in the room was so strong as Caleb's fingers swayed over the keypad, and the light which came from the screen revealed the seriousness in his furrowed brow. Every second that passed deepened the worry in Ryland's eyes, his jaw tightened with each question clawing at his mind yet to be answered. He curled his hands into fists at his sides as he silently cursed the delay.Caleb put the call on speaker, it rang twice before the re
Ryland tapped his phone's screen after it had been buzzing for a while, he was staring at the screen, but his mind was blurred with the events that happened earlier in the night.“Sir, the remaining captives are ready to confess now,” the speaker simply said. Ryland listened quietly, his brows knitting together as his lips pressed into a deep frown. Then he dropped the call and walked out of his room swiftly.“Alpha, are we going somewhere?” Caleb asked as he saw Ryland coming downstairs, his voice firm, but still worried, he has always tried to stay calm even under tense situations.“Yes, get the car ready,” Ryland replied sharply, his tone leaving no room for discussion. His strides spoke nothing but determination, thus making Caleb quicken his pace, as he bowed and left quickly.As soon as Caleb was out of sight, Serena showed up. The atmosphere felt cold the moment Ryland saw her, and suddenly his breath hitched. “Not again!” Ryland cursed inaudibly under his breath. He wasn't re
It had been two weeks now since Rodrigo got over with the three informants from Ryland's company, and he had been lazily sitting around, observing Hazel's movements, or was she the one observing him? The quiet morning hours had grown into a routine of silent glances, and lingering thoughts. It was now 7:00 AM, and the soft light of dawn filtered through the windows as Rodrigo eagerly anticipated seeing Hazel’s lips move while eating with him. They had been maintaining their usual eating routine, with him staring at her, and her gobbling down all the food she could, as if each bite was an act of defiance against the confines of their daily existence.He walked hastily towards her room, and stepped in without a knock on the door. Something he had never done before.He observed Hazel's dainty figure, his eyes darting through her body.“How soundly she sleeps,” he mumbled to himself. Then he quietly sat on the bed, next to sleeping Hazel. His heart was skipping fast as he admired her be
They arrived at the Ryland Organization where a meeting was to be held.They walked hastily towards the board room, staff bowing as they made way for them to pass.“I hope they are all in there?”“Yes, Alpha,” Beta Caleb responded as he brushed through his tablet.Shortly after they left the torture house, he had gotten new clothes for Alpha Ryland and was just making sure payments were made.“Alright,” Ryland turned the door knob down, pushing open to reveal the worried faces in the room.“Alpha Ryland, what's with the emergency meeting?” One of the three men who met up with Rodrigo inquired, “Hope all is well?”“Sure, all is well, but not with you and your subordinates,” Ryland sneered, eyeing him, his eyes sending daggers his way.The man quickly looked at his two friends, and they gulped unconsciously, fear evident in their faces.“Now if you may all sit down,” Ryland said, gesturing for them to have a seat.Ryland took a seat at the head position, swirling it around, “I have impo
In another grand estate which was hidden behind thick iron gates, Ryland stood in one of his torture chambers, the cold, wet air thick with the smell of blood and hot coal. The dim light flickered, its deformed shadows rising across the shattered concrete walls.There were some men hanging upside down, wrists securely bound with silver chains, breathing short, and sharp shallow breaths. Their stifled groans filled the room.“So...” Ryland drew out the word, moving slowly, his shiny black shoes clicking out a staccato beat on the stone floor. He stopped to regard them, his dark eyes flashing with something a great deal more dangerous than rage. “What have you done with Hazel?” His voice was unnervingly even.One of the men shook with fear, trying to answer, his parched, rasping voice. “W-we did exactly, exactly as you ordered, Alpha,” he stammered, desiring only to deflect what he sensed was coming.“Yes, Alpha,” another barely repeated, blood trickling down his temple, he wasn't sure