Hazel sat frozen on the floor where Damien had left her, her body trembling with disbelief. Her heart raced as his words echoed in her mind. She’s my mate.
It couldn’t be true. It shouldn’t be true. How could the Alpha—powerful, respected, and untouchable—be bound to her, the daughter of traitors, a lowly slave? She clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing.
Her head dipped low, shame curling in her chest. “The Moon Goddess must be cruel,” she whispered to herself.
A shadow stood over her, and she looked up to see Selena, her smirk wicked.
“Well, well, it seems the traitor is causing quite a stir.” Selena grabbed a glass of wine from a passing maid and held it carefully before tilting it back and forth as if thinking of something.
“Maybe the Alpha was mistaken,” Hazel murmured, her voice sounding more like a whisper. “He’ll reject me.”
Selena barked out a laugh. “Oh, he will. But not before I remind you of your place.”
Without warning, Selena tilted the glass and poured its contents all over Hazel. The cold liquid soaked her hair and dress, drenching her in humiliation. Gasps sounded from the onlookers, who watched with sneers and amusement.
“You look better this way,” Selena sneered, tossing the empty glass aside. “A filthy omega covered in filth.”
Hazel bit her lip, tears stinging her eyes, but she refused to cry. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
“What’s going on here?”
The deep, commanding voice cut through the air, freezing everyone in their tracks. Hazel’s head snapped up, and her breath was shaking. Damien stood in the doorway, his piercing eyes scanning the scene. Behind him were the high-ranking members of the pack.
Selena’s face paled. “Alpha Damien, I was just—”
“Humiliating my mate?” Damien’s voice was dangerously low, each word filled with fury.
Selena flinched, stepping back. “I didn’t mean—”
“Enough.” Damien’s sharp tone silenced her instantly. His gaze shifted to Hazel, who was still sitting on the floor, her soaked dress clinging to her skin. Something flickered in his eyes—anger, guilt, and something softer she couldn’t quite place.
“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice gentler now.
Hazel hesitated, her body frozen with fear. She expected him to humiliate her, to declare in front of everyone that she was unworthy. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, her legs unsteady beneath her.
Damien turned to Selena. “Who gave you the right to touch her?”
Selena’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “I… she’s an omega, Alpha. I was just reminding her of her place.”
“And her place is by my side,” Damien snapped, his words sending a ripple of shock through the room.
Whispers broke out among the pack members.
“He can’t mean it.”
“An omega as Luna? Unheard of.”
“What a disgrace to the pack.”
Selena’s face twisted in disbelief. “You can’t be serious! She’s a—”
“Enough!” Damien’s roar silenced the murmurs, his dominance rolling off him in waves. “I don’t care what she was. She is my mate, and no one will lay a hand on her again. Do I make myself clear?”
The room fell into an uneasy silence. Even the high-ranking members shifted uncomfortably under Damien’s glare.
Hazel stared at him, her mind reeling. Why was he defending her? Wasn’t he supposed to reject her? This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
One of the elders stepped forward, his graying hair and stern expression giving him an air of authority. “Alpha, with all due respect, an omega as your mate will cause unrest within the pack. The bond may be real, but you can choose to reject it for the greater good.”
Damien’s jaw tightened. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Elder Marcus.”
“Alpha—”
“I said, enough!” Damien’s voice echoed through the hall, leaving no room for argument.
Selena, emboldened by the elder’s words, stepped forward again. “Damien, think about what you’re doing. The pack will never accept her. I was supposed to—”
“You were supposed to do what, Selena?” Damien interrupted, his tone cold. “Become my Luna because you think you’re entitled to it? The Moon Goddess made her my mate, not you.”
Selena’s face turned red with anger and humiliation, but she didn’t dare speak again.
Damien turned back to Hazel, his expression softening ever so slightly. “From this moment on, Hazel is under my protection. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects me.”
His declaration sent shockwaves through the room. The high-ranking members exchanged uneasy glances, and the pack members murmured among themselves.
“Alpha Damien,” Elder Marcus said cautiously, “this decision could divide the pack.”
Damien’s gaze hardened. “Let it.”
Hazel’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, disbelief and confusion in her mind. He didn’t want her—he couldn’t. This had to be some sort of twisted whatever.
Selena’s lips curled into a venomous smile. “Protect her all you want, Damien, but don’t think for a second that the rest of us will bow to an omega. The pack deserves a strong Luna, not… her.”
Damien’s eyes flicked to Selena, his voice dangerously low. “Try to undermine me again, Selena, and you’ll see just how ruthless I can be.”
Selena’s smirk faltered, and she stepped back, her fists clenched at her sides.
Hazel felt like she was drowning in the weight of the moment. Her mate—the Alpha—was defending her in front of everyone. But why? He didn’t even know her.
As Damien turned to address the high-ranking members, his conflicted feelings were clear in his eyes. Protecting her was instinctual, driven by the bond the Moon Goddess had created. But the political disagreement Will never .
“We’ll discuss this further in my office,” Damien said, his tone final. “Meeting adjourned.”
The pack began to disperse, their whispers filling the air like an unsettling buzz.
Damien stepped closer to Hazel, his towering presence making her feel small. “Follow me,” he said quietly.
Hazel hesitated, glancing at the others who were still watching her with disdain.
“Now,” Damien added, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Reluctantly, Hazel followed him, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what awaited her.
Hazel followed Damien down the hall, her head lowered and her hands trembling. She felt the weight of the pack’s glares burning into her back, even though the corridor was now empty. The Alpha’s sudden defense of her had left her confused, frightened, and even more unsure of her place.Damien stopped abruptly and turned to her. “Look at me.”Hazel hesitated, clutching her tattered dress.“Hazel,” Damien said firmly. “Look at me.”Slowly, she raised her head, her wide eyes meeting his.“You are not a slave anymore,” he said, his voice steady but intense. “You are my mate. Do you understand what that means?”She blinked, struggling to process his words. “I... I don’t belong here,” she whispered. “I’m just an omega... the daughter of—”“Stop,” Damien interrupted, his tone sharp. “You are not defined by your past. I don’t care what anyone says. The Moon Goddess chose you for me, and I will honor that choice.”Hazel’s lip quivered. “But the pack—”“The pack will learn to respect you,” Dami
It had been two days since Hazel stopped cleaning the floors and scrubbing dishes in the dark, cold corners of the packhouse, and being treated like shit by lady Celeste and Selena and for the first time in her life, at least since her parents were killed, she had a room to herself—one with a soft bed and a window that let in the golden light of morning. The change was so sudden, so unbelievable that it still didn’t feel real. But today was the day. Today was the wedding. A day she never thought would ever be happening to her, but it really was.She stood by the window, staring out at the courtyard, watching the pack members bustle around, preparing for the ceremony. The air was full of excitement, but for Hazel, it felt like an endless storm of emotions, joy, fear, and a sense of disbelief. How could this really be happening to her? She has asked herself for the hundredth time today.The door creaked open behind her, and she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Are you rea
After going around and collecting fake congratulations from everyone, Hazel thought that nothing could ruin the perfect day. The wedding had gone off without a hitch. It had been beautiful, and she felt like she was finally free from the pain of her past. It was her wedding night, the beginning of a new life.But things were about to change in a way Hazel couldn’t have imagined.The night was supposed to be perfect. Damien had promised to mark her, to claim her as his. Hazel had dreamed of this moment, the moment when she would finally belong to him. But now, as they sat on the bed together, her heart was pounding with anticipation.“I’ll be right back,” Damien said, standing up suddenly. Hazel blinked, surprised.“What? Where are you going?” she asked, trying to hide the confusion in her voice.“I just need to use the bathroom,” Damien said, his tone soft but quick. Hazel nodded, trying not to let her disappointment show. She had waited so long for this moment.He walked out of the r
Callan's pov The night was cold and filled with danger. The dark mist moved around Hazel’s body, wrapping her like a prison. Her skin was icy, her breaths shallow. The ritual was meant to take everything from her—her life, her soul, her very existence. But something was wrong. It wasn't happening, even in her unconscious state, she still felt very much alive. A bright silver light cut through the darkness. It pushed the mist away, making it shrink back. Strong hands lifted Hazel off the ground, holding her close. A deep voice muttered something, but she was too weak to understand. Callan held her tightly, his heart pounding. His pendant, shaped like a half-moon, glowed softly. Its light fought back the dark magic in the air. He had come just in time. His wolf growled inside him. Why does she feel so important? and why was her voice able to wake him up from his usual deep slumber. she was a stranger, yet something in him refused to leave her behind. He had to protect her. The
“M-Mate? There’s no way that’s possible,” Hazel stammered, stepping back. Her heart pounded. The Moon Goddess couldn’t have given her a new mate. Not after she almost died at Damien’s hands.“Yes, mate,” Callan said simply, sipping from his glass of whiskey. His voice was deep, smooth, and almost amused.Hazel shook her head. “No, that’s not possible.”Callan tilted his head, watching her closely. Then, out of nowhere, he chuckled.“Perhaps you’re right. After all, I have been mateless for centuries. And yet, you—” he suddenly burst into laughter.Hazel narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”“The Moon Goddess,” Callan said, setting down his drink. He walked toward her slowly.Hazel’s breath hitched. She stepped back instinctively. Her heart raced in her chest.One step. Another.He kept coming closer, and she kept retreating. Then, suddenly—Her back hit the wall.Callan bent down slightly, bringing his face level with hers. His scent—fresh pine, smoky leather, and something dangerousl
Hazel stood frozen, watching Callan kiss another woman. Her wolf, Crimson, whimpered in pain. A sharp ache bloomed in her chest, but she clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. this was what indeed so painful, damn the mate bond If Callan didn’t want her, he should have rejected her immediately. He should have left her to die in the hands of Damien for her soul to be taken ,rather than let her suffer this humiliation.Fine. If he wasn’t going to reject her now, she would give him a piece of her mind, she wasn't going to be letting she and her wolf betrayed, hurt and whatever. moreover how is she mated to callan, Damien was yet to actually reject her but the mate bond had suddenly broken the moment she was betrayed, everything is so weird.Taking a deep breath, Hazel stormed toward them. it's now or never, she can't keep running and hiding, this time she's going to say her mind "Hi, hey and hello" Hazel said, her voice sharper than intended.Callan pulled away from Mi
Callan laughed loudly, shaking his head.Hazel scowled. “Are you okay? I don’t understand why you laugh at everything.”“You should see the look on your face right now,” Callan said, sitting on the bed, still amused.Hazel folded her arms, her glare sharp. “Why didn’t you reject me?”Callan leaned back, watching her. “Because you’re my mate.” His tone was calm, as if that answer should be enough.Hazel clenched her fists. “I was his mate too,” she snapped, her voice thick with anger. “Before he almost killed me. And yet, you kissed another woman, knowing we were mates. Stop messing with me and just reject me already!”Callan exhaled, rubbing his chin. “Look, Hazel, I’ve been alone for centuries. I won’t pretend I’m the best man in the world. But you’re mine for a reason, and I’m not letting you go.”Hazel scoffed. “That’s exactly how he acted too—like he cared. I won’t be foolish twice.”Before she could take another breath, Callan grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the bed wi
Hazel woke up to a deafening silence. more like a bell For a moment, she forgot where she was. The warmth of the silk sheets, the unfamiliar scent of pine and firewood—it wasn’t home. But home didn’t exist anymore. Then it hit her. She was in Callan’s pack. Her stomach twisted. The events of the past days rushed back—Damien, the betrayal, the dark mist, and then Callan saving her. She wasn’t supposed to be here, she had to leave, she can't be betrayed twice A knock on the door made her sit up quickly. “Hurry up, Luna. The Alpha doesn’t like waiting,” Laura called from the other side. Hazel scowled. Luna. She still wasn’t used to hearing that. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to, the last time she was callee Luna, she was almost sacrificed the next day. She sighed, throwing off the blankets and standing up. Her body was still sore, but she wasn’t weak. She opened the door, and Laura’s bright face greeted her. “Finally! I was starting to think you’d sleep forever.” “I shou
Callan stormed out of his room, fists clenched. His chest felt heavy, his mind spinning with frustration and confusion.Hazel. who was she, why couldn't he just stop thinking of her. in his nightmares she was after him to kill him, she had betrayed him.but still the name echoed in his head, a whisper from a past he couldn’t remember. He reached for the memory, but it slipped away, leaving behind a sharp ache in his chest. everytime he tries to think deeply, it felt like there was just this block, just something that kept blocking him. his wolf also felt frustrated already.He needed to hit something. anything to let out the frustration and anger, he felt.The training grounds were empty—just how he wanted them. Pulling off his shirt, he let the cold night air bite at his heated skin. Without a second thought, he attacked the wooden training dummies.One punch. Another. Harder. Faster.But no matter how hard he struck, the answer wouldn’t come. the barrier in his head wouldn't break.
Callan's pov Callan jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat. His chest heaved as he stared at the ceiling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The dream—no, the nightmare—still clung to his mind like a thick fog, refusing to fade.There was a woman.Her face was blurred, always just out of reach. But her presence… it felt familiar.And then there was the name.Hazel.It rang in his head like an echo from a forgotten past. A name that should mean something. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place it.Callan ran a frustrated hand through his hair. His wolf was restless, pacing inside him. It had been like this for weeks—visions that made no sense, emotions that weren’t his own, and a nagging feeling that something was missing.The door creaked open, and his Beta, Ronan, stepped in, his sharp eyes scanning Callan’s face."You look like you lost a fight in your sleep," Ronan muttered.Callan exhaled. "Feels like it."Ronan folded his arms. "Another nightmare?"Callan nodded.
Hazel stormed after Lucien, her hands clenched into fists.Brother?That word wouldn’t leave her head. It felt wrong. Impossible.Lucien barely acknowledged her as he moved through the back of the small house rummaging through a wooden crate filled with weapons.Hazel wasn’t having it. “Hey! answer me right now, I asked you a question!,"'Lucien smirked but didn’t stop what he was doing. “And I ignored it. Thought you’d take the hint.”Hazel huffed. “Oh, trust me, I got the hint. I just really have to understand what you meant by callan is your brother”Lucien tossed a small dagger at her, and Hazel barely caught it before it sliced her hand.Hazel glared at him. “Are you insane?”Lucien chuckled. “Possibly. But you need to sharpen your reflexes.”Hazel pointed the dagger at him. “You need to sharpen your attitude before I stab you with this.”Lucien grinned. “Feisty. I like it.”Hazel rolled her eyes. “Cut the crap, Lucien. What do you mean Callan is your brother?”Lucien threw a swo
Hazel’s head pounded as she woke up, her entire body aching like she’d been hit by a truck. But nothing compared to the sharp pain burning through her mate mark.She groaned, sitting up and touching her neck. What the hell did Lucien do to her? The mark felt dull, as if something had been drained from it.Hazel pushed herself off the bed, her legs shaky, but she forced them to move. The smell of food drifted through the air, which only made her more irritated.She stepped into what barely passed as a kitchen and saw Lucien cooking.Lucien. Cooking. what the actual fuck.Hazel blinked. “What the actual fuck am I looking at?”Lucien glanced over his shoulder, completely unbothered. “A starving, cranky she-wolf who needs food before she passes out again."Hazel scowled, gripping the doorway. “No, I meant you. Are you seriously cooking? What is this? A hostage situation or a cooking show?, and by the way I passed out because you did something nasty to me."Lucien smirked, stirring whateve
Hazel stood in the middle of the room, her heart pounding. The memories she had just unlocked burned inside her like fire. Her parents had been framed. They had confessed to a crime they didn’t commit just to protect her. And the pack—the same pack she had served as a maid for her whole life—had let her suffer.Her hands clenched into fists. Anger roared inside her like a storm. burned deep within her, like a fiery furnace, She couldn’t stay here. She needed answers. She needed to see Callan, she need to confirm everything Selena had said.“I need to go,” she muttered. “I need to talk to Callan, I need to see him, he needs to see me”Lucien, who had been watching her from the shadows, sighed. “Remember my warning, Hazel.”Hazel spun around, her eyes blazing. “Well, fuck your warning, Lucien! Because I’m leaving.”Lucien smirked, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Is that so?”“Yes. So break the damn spell. Right now.” Hazel’s voice was sharp, demanding.Lucien tilted his head. “Well
Hazel sat on the bed, staring at the small box in her hands. Lucien’s words echoed in her mind.“The box is empty but full of locked memories.”Her fingers tightened around it. Locked memories? What did that mean?Her heart pounded. If this box could help her remember something, she needed to open it. But Lucien said she had to use her blood.Hazel took a deep breath. She looked around the room, searching for something sharp. Her eyes landed on a broken piece of glass from the shattered wine glasses.She picked it up carefully, holding it against her finger.Just a small cut, she thought.She pressed down, and a sharp pain shot through her finger. A drop of blood appeared.Taking a deep breath, she let the blood fall onto the carvings on the box.Nothing happened at first.Then—The carvings glowed. The box trembled in her hands, the symbols shifting like they were alive. Hazel’s breath caught in her throat.Then, suddenly—A sharp pain shot through her head. Hazel gasped, clutching h
Hazel felt the pull of teleportation as she focused on Callan, but something was wrong. Her body jerked mid-air, the familiar sensation breaking apart. Time froze. Everything around her stopped—except for her.Then, she fell.The ground came too fast, and she hit the forest floor with a hard thud. Leaves and dirt scattered around her as the impact sent pain shooting through her body.A shadow first came over her."You need to stop," a cold voice said.Hazel’s eyes snapped up. Lucien.Her breath came fast as she forced herself to stand. "What do you think you’re doing?, I need to get somewhere right now!" she growled, glaring at him.Lucien remained calm, watching her with sharp eyes. "I can’t let you go to him.""Really?" Hazel scoffed, stepping closer. "You know something about him losing his memory, don’t you?"Lucien didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he pointed behind her. "Your box."Hazel followed his gaze and saw it lying on the ground. She quickly picked it up, her grip tighte
Hazel’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at Selena, her entire body going rigid. The woman’s grip on her wrist was tight, unrelenting, as if she were afraid Hazel might disappear again.“Didn’t expect to see me, did you?” Selena’s lips curled into a smirk, but her eyes glowed with something darker—something dangerous.Hazel wrenched her hand free, stepping back. “What the hell are you doing here?”Selena tilted her head, feigning innocence. “That’s funny. I should be asking you the same thing. You weren’t supposed to make it here so soon.”Hazel’s breath hitched. So soon? The way Selena said it, like she knew Hazel was coming—like she had been expecting her—made her stomach churn.Hazel’s fingers twitched at her sides, her power stirring beneath her skin. “What are you talking about?”Selena let out a light chuckle. “You’re still slow on the uptake, aren’t you? I always knew you had power, Hazel. But I didn’t think you’d figure out how to use it this quickly.”Hazel’s fists cle
Before Hazel could turn, Lucien appeared directly in front of her. Instinctively, she swung her fist at him, but he caught it effortlessly.“Take it easy there,” Lucien said with a smirk, his grip firm but not painful.Before she could react, his other arm wrapped around her waist. The world around her shifted, the forest fading, replaced by the same dimly lit room where she had woken up before.“You mother fucker, I need the truth!” Hazel snapped, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.Lucien simply sighed and strolled over to a table, pouring himself a drink. “You hungry?” he asked as if she hadn’t just tried to attack him.“Are you kidding me right now?” Hazel growled.Lucien swirled the deep red liquid in his glass. “Care for red velvet wine? Tastes nice. Sharp.”“Look at me, you fucker!” Hazel shouted.The glass in his hand shattered instantly.Lucien raised an eyebrow, watching as the shards fell, then glanced at his hand. Within seconds, his skin knitted back together, heal