Hazel's mouth formed a wide 'O' as she stood in front of what Dallan had called a garden. She had never seen such a beautiful harmony of flowers in her entire life. The garden looked like the goddess' liar. Beautiful flowers that Hazel had no idea of were planted in rows, leaving space in between each for passage. Her love for Dallan rose another bit. A man with a love of nature would appreciate life—and what it had to offer. Hazel walked forward. The milky glow from the moon reflected the colors in beautifully bright hues. Hazel felt like snapping all the lampstands off. The natural light from above gave out the real beauty of the garden."This is beautiful," she murmured. Dallan heard her."I am happy you like it." Even without turning, Hazel knew that he was smiling. The tone of his voice held pride and satisfaction. He seemed very happy that she appreciated the beauty of his pack, or was it just her imagination? Hazel ran her hand on some of the flowers at the front. A little
She would kill him if care wasn't taken. Dallan's thoughts ran wild as he closed his eyes to get back some decent amount of fresh air. His mind ran in all directions. For some moments, he couldn't think straight. And he knew it was Hazel's fault. How did a handjob feel so pleasurable? Dallan exhaled softly and opened his eyes. Hazel's face swam into view. "Are you okay?" she asked. Dallan scoffed. "You have successfully made my limbs immobile, at least for the next five minutes." Hazel chuckled. "I did nothing," she said in defense. "I gave you a handjob, that's all." "Nah..." Dallan was shaking his head from side to side. "You drew out every last drop of my soul. I can almost feel my thighs vibrating." "Shut up." Hazel smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Her hair fell over his chest. Dallan caressed her back and neck. He pulled her closer. As if Hazel realized what she was doing, she pulled back. "Please, don't go," Dallan begged in a low voice. "Stay with me." Hazel tucked
Dallan ended up summoning Drab to get him drinks from the celebration. He sat by his window, drinking and taking in the view of the peaceful night. Even though his heart wasn't in any way at peace. He just told Hazel that they should pursue the attraction between them. He had taken a bold step into the next phase of his life. What would this mean for him? Dallan continued to slowly sip on his drink until the noise from the square started dying down. It came as a surprise that the people wanted to stop partying by midnight. At once, Dallan knew what could be the reason for their early departure. He was the reason. They did not want to disturb him. Dallan smiled. So considerate of them. It was a good thing they stopped because he needed silence to think and reflect. Nobody prepared him for this phase of life. No one told him that it would be this draining. Or was he the one draining his strength, thinking over something very inconsequential? Dallan tried to imagine what his moth
Wolves were very fast. And they had a good sense of hearing. Hazel did not get within ten feet of Dallan before the door burst open and men came running in. She recognized some of the guards. Kai was among them. They all rushed to help Dallan. Hazel stepped back. "I'm fine," Dallan grumbled as they tried lifting him. The robe he wore had come loose, revealing a black short underneath. The part of his chest that the hot liquid scalded had turned red. Dallan lifted himself from the floor. "I am fine," he repeated. "I fell from the chair." The chair was beyond repair. One of the guards gathered the pieces and bowed respectfully before leaving the room. The more concerned ones made sure that Dallan wasn't in any form of pain before they left. "What happened?" Kai asked when all the other men had stepped out. "I just told you that I fell. You saw the chair, didn't you?" Dallan did not allow Hazel to give her part of the story. "I need to take my bath and run Hazel through my schedu
Dallan knew he was about to do something that would change his life forever. This was a woman he hardly knew anything about, someone he wanted to take a day at a time with. He couldn't tell if she had siblings or if she was was an only child, or her favorite food and color, yet he wanted to fuck her. His dick seemed to have taken over his senses. And that seemed to always happen whenever he was with her. His intense gaze on her was making her uncomfortable. He saw the nervously repeated swipe of her palm against her dress. Before he had time to think of his actions, he stumbled forward. Hazel backed away. Dallan felt his heart beat fast until he feared it would rip past his ribcage. Explaining the excitement he always felt with Hazel was like trying to find the source of air. He couldn't explain the attraction. One look at her and he would get lost in a trance where she was all he saw. Or he would get as hard as a brick, straining against the materials he wore. Just like he was
Hazel did not fight him even though she wanted to. A part of her was screaming for him to have her there and then. Another part wanted to obey the 'a day at a time' suggestion he made. When Dallan took down the zip at the back of the dress, he began to question his decision. If he didn't want them to do anything, he shouldn't fuel the fire. He left the zip halfway and took gave her some respectable distance. "I was wondering if I should give you some space to take your bath and when you are done, I can—" "Yes, I was about to say the same thing," Hazel interrupted him. An awkward silence followed. Dallan started for the door. "I will tell Kai that you will need a new dress. I think I may have got dirt on this one," he said, eyeing the material on her. "Give me a moment." Hazel stopped to think when he walked out. She had just orgasmed from a man's touch. He didn't do much. There wasn't any dick penetration or intense fondling yet she had erupted so hard that the skies spun above
Kai scoffed and paused in his steps. He couldn't understand Dallan and the perfect mate the goddess gave him. Why did it seem that both of them always saw themselves as mismatched?"Hazel, you are a good fit for him," he said in assurance. "I have been noticing some changes in him since you came. That is a good sign." "What changes?" Hazel still looked skeptical about the entire arrangement. "I haven't noticed anything in him.""You just met him some days ago. You wouldn't know if he changed or not." He continued walking, this time taking the back of the houses. Hazel recognized the mass of vegetation at the front. That was the back of Dallan's quarters—and the garden. They walked there in silence. Hazel knew there was a great amount of fire in Dallan. She felt it in him. And that was one of the reasons she always loved to irk him to see what level he could go when mad. So far, he hadn't gotten so angry with her to the extent of losing control. Or maybe she wasn't annoying enough.
"I will tell you what to do," Abe said, narrowing his eyes at her. "That is why you are here. First, we have to keep this issue of your powers a secret. That way, Dallan will stay focused. Is that clear?""Yes, sir," Hazel replied and nodded vigorously. She couldn't believe that she was in a secret meeting with two of Dallan's people discussing secrets to keep. "How do you know that I have powers anyway?""He sees things," Kai spoke up for the warlock. "I told you that before. He has gifts of visions." "Oh, I remember now." Hazel looked at Abe from the corner of her eyes. She wondered how many secrets the duo must be keeping away from Dallan. The thought made her smile. "Now I know why Dallan doesn't joke with you." Abe rattled off a warm chuckle that lit up the sitting room. "I am surprised considering how I used to whoop his crazy ass. He was so wild when he was still a kid." "He is still a kid," Kai lamented. "That dude does nothing but bring me woes and unbearably distressing p
"You're mutating." Hazel forced her eyes from the tears of joy the pack members were sharing on each other's shoulders. "What does that mean?" "It means that you're going to be a half-wolf soon." Hazel frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means that you will get some of the abilities of wolves. That includes their lifespan, their ability to heal even though it won't be as quick as theirs, and their sex craving. The child in you will make sure of that." "So I will become a wolf?!" "Nah, just their abilities. You won't be able to change into a full wolf. That's why it's called mutating." "Wow. Does that mean that I will live for so long?" "Yes, you will. You will have Dallan's specie's lifespan—which is a wolf. Before that baby in you is delivered, your body would have completely adjusted to a lot of things. Everything will double: your craving for food and sex, your anger and moods, your baby bump, etc. During your fourth month, your baby bump may look like you are ripe for del
Hazel knew exactly what she was doing. Clara was the main reason Hazel brought out all the pack members in the first place. This way, it wouldn't seem like Clara was the main suspect all along. When Hazel touched her, she didn't know what to expect. Whenever she tried getting into someone's mind, it was like being sucked into a hole, going at a speed unfathomable to mortals. Hazel always accessed all the information with such speed. It always came as a surprise—even to her—how she managed to access a person's entire life in seconds.Hazel paused. First, it was darkness, then voice overlapping. She saw Clara's parents carrying her as a baby... The other memories after that were happy ones. Hazel flipped through her entire childhood, accessing all the information as it came. Hazel saw—or watched—how Clara found herself in the pack, the welcome arms Dallan gave her, and the building of their relationship. Hazel was also forced to go through the pictures of Clara's many adventures wit
The men went back to the position they were in.Dallan and his men retreated, while Agra and his men moved back to the gate. In the middle was Reve trying to calm them down. He looked sincerely lost. "Are you on their side now?!" Agra spat at his nephew. "What have they given you?!" "Uncle, no. They didn't give me anything." Reve sighed. "Okay, they did. They treated me." "The hell they should! They inflicted the injury!" "And we shouldn't have given a fuck, but we did!" Dallan countered. The men on his side started murmuring in agreement. Agra's men picked up the argument moments later. "Where is Laura?" Agra yelled above the noise. His question brought back silence. "Where the fuck is my daughter?" "HERE." Kai stepped forward with Laura. Behind him were Hazel, Abe, and Clara who looked scared to her bones. Agra did not move. He eyed Laura for a moment. He did not need any more explanation. The mark on Laura's neck said everything. "You jumped into a mating ceremony without
Dallan had no plan to move until Agra did or said something. So they stood facing each other, each one suppressing the desire to rush forward and wreak havoc.At last, after it seemed Agra had had enough of the silence, the vampire king spoke up, "Where is my daughter? Where is my nephew?" Even in the darkness, Dallan could see as far as the stretch of men behind Agra. "It was nice of you to visit," Dallan said, keeping a straight face. "I sincerely hope your injuries are completely healed. My apologies for the last time." "Give me my daughter and nephew." Dallan understood that Agra was on the verge of losing it, and he wanted to test the vampire king's patience a bit. "What if I say no?" "Dallan, I did not come here to drag words with you. Bring them out... or..." "Or what, Agra?" "Or you won't like the state of your pack." Agra narrowed his eyes to slits. Distaste was clearly written in the way his brows were knitted. Dallan wasn't done. "Your nephew, Reve, is resting at t
Something was going to happen. Hazel felt it as she sat at the front of the mansion, her eyes scanning the gate. Beside her sat Dallan, his hand holding a shawl around her shoulders. "You should get some rest." "I don't feel sleepy." Hazel shrugged. "I rested enough in the afternoon.""I need you in a perfect state of health. I don't want anything happening to you or our baby." He leaned closer to caress her stomach. Hazel smiled. Dallan was already obsessed with the child in her. She wondered how it was going to be after she gave birth. "I'm fine, Dal. By the way, it would be impossible to sleep with all that's on the ground.""Everything will be fine." "I know. I just want everything to be alright without too many sacrifices. I am scared of losing to win." Dallan took a moment to digest her words. Their concern was almost mutual. He was also scared of losing, scared of seeing people die to achieve victory. "Everything will be fine. Hazel, go to bed. I will take over from here
"Who are the spies?" Drab asked in a rush to prevent Reve from falling asleep before divulging the information. "Reve, keep your eyes open! Who are the spies? Please, tell me." The vampire's sight blurred. "I don't know her name... I've collected some paperwork from her in the past. I also know that she has an accomplice—I think a female accomplice; I'm not too sure. And I know that she holds a high position in the pack, a position of honour." Drab digested the information as fast as he could. "Can you give facial descriptions? Reve, talk to me!" "I... my brain feels mushy now... I need to sleep." Reve's voice sounded weak. He was almost slurring now. Slowly, as his eyelids shit close, he let out another sentence, "Be safe, my uncle might be here tomorrow." Drab did the next thing that came into his mind. "Abe!! Abe!!" He ran into the sitting room to see the warlock crouched beside Jake, checking the boy's vitals. "What is happening?" "Reve... Can we wake him up?" Drab demande
Drab rested on the windowsill with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes resting on the vampire who was sleeping soundly.Something was soothing in the way the vampire slept, his chest heaving rhythmically. Carefully monitoring his features, Drab realized that he looked a lot like Laura. With finely shaped brows and long lashes, the vamp could contest for one of the most beautiful men Drab had ever seen. Drab chuckled softly. He was calling a man beautiful. Well, most of the vampire's features were feminine save for the neatly-trimmed beards on his face and chin. The unconscious man stirred. Drab tensed. "Argh..." The grunt pushed Drab closer. The vampire's face was contoured in pain, his breath coming out in gasps. He seemed weak. Whatever Abe gave him really accomplished the desired result. "Water..." Drab was already at the door when he heard the request. He looked around. Yes, there was a bottle of water on the center table—it seemed to have been intentionally put
Hazel stood at the window, overlooking the gate. Yes, the men were ready. They had mounted men with weapons at the gate, and around the fence—every ten feet—was one warrior, fully armed to the teeth. "They will come," she said quietly, her eyes following the tension around the pack. "They will come for their people. I don't know when, but they will." She knew Dallan was right behind her. "And if they do, we will be ready. Right?" "Exactly," Hazel smirked. "We will be here waiting for them." She turned to him. "We need to start working on other things." Dallan frowned as she shrugged off her robe and started putting on a white gown. "Other things like what, baby?" "Mating ceremony.""Huh? Do you want us to do our mating ceremony amid this crisis?" "Nah, not us." Hazel's smile sent a wave of thrill into him. "I was talking about the new lovers." "Kai and Laura?" "Exactly." "Wow." Dallan did not expect that. "Is that the plan?" "Yes, that is the plan. Getting Kai's mate is no
Hazel quietly let herself in. Dallan was still in the shower. She could hear the rush of water and feel the steam emanating from the bathroom. Silently, she took off her clothes, slipped them off her ankles, and walked in. Dallan's back was turned to her but she knew he was aware of her presence.Softly, with a smile, she hugged him from behind. An audible exhale escaped Dallan. His muscled back turned to her, and he spoke softly, "Baby..." Hazel allowed the warmth of the water to massage her scalp, wet her hair, and run in drops from her hair to her back and ass. "Hmm? You okay?" "I'm okay now." Dallan exhaled again before turning to her and hugging her tightly. Out of habit, his nose nuzzled her hair, breathing in her scent. "You feel so warm," he murmured. Hazel's arms around his neck became tighter. "I do feel warm nowadays." "You should. It's the baby." He went on his knees before her and kissed her stomach. With the shower dropping hot on them, he looked up, his hair sli