All Chapters of HIS MISTRESS SECRET- MOON CALLED SERIES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hazel felt an overwhelming sense of newness in this unfamiliar world swarming with supernatural beings, knowing that the man who brought her here was nearby offered a sense of comfort, providing reassurance in case things took an unexpected turn. Lyra, with an unwelcoming gesture, assigned Hazel tasks and handed her study materials. It was more like reliving her medical studies, only this time for supernatural beings. On her first day, Hazel found herself more interested in the orientations and the newfound friendship with Carol."Here is your identification card," Carol extended; a distant commotion echoed from the hallway, carrying news from the battleground.“Come on, let's go,” Carol urged, excitement evident in her voice.“Where?” Hazel questioned, intrigued by Carol's enthusiasm.“To the battleground, where our pack warriors used to get trained,” Carol explained, sprinting towards the glass walls that revealed the lively scene outside."I'm sorry if this sounds stupid, but what

The morning sun cast a soft glow on the room as Hazel woke up quietly, her gaze shifting to Wyatt, who was still asleep next to her. She studied his face, but the trust she had started to build crumbled after yesterday's events. The sense of security shattered as questions lingered in her mind. How could he leave her there, exposed and vulnerable? Her pleas and screams went unheard, and the betrayal stung.A heaviness settled in her throat, and water blurred her vision as she grappled with a torrent of emotions. She questioned the path her life was taking, wondering if this was how she would spend her days. With a sigh, she grabbed her pillow and silently walked out, leaving Wyatt undisturbed.In the quiet of the morning, she prepared herself for the day at the hospital, each step carrying the weight of the unresolved tension between her and Wyatt. Descending to the breakfast table, her usual smile was absent. With no words exchanged, she quietly finished her breakfast, the atmosphere

Wyatt's footsteps echoed through the corridors as he marched towards the foreboding dungeons, his guards following silently in his wake. The night breeze whispered chilling groans, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of fear and suffering that stung his nostrils. Tears, urine, and blood were in the air, a dreadful symphony that guided him deeper into the shadows. Amidst the dim glow of torchlight, Wyatt's senses heightened. He didn't just hear his victim's cries; he felt them clawing at his conscience, igniting a primal thrill within him. Approaching the cell, he watched as the prisoner's eyes widened in recognition, a mix of fury and despair twisting his features."You!" The prisoner's voice cracked with raw emotion. Wyatt's lips curled into a cruel smile, relishing the power pulsing through his veins. "Me," he confirmed softly, the word dripping with malice."Why did you capture me here?" The vampire screeched, displaying the show of his unaccessible strength. The haunting light

Hazel hissed in pain as she watched blood droplets surface on her skin, causing Raul's hunger to surge uncontrollably. He couldn't resist the temptation and swiped at the blood, but his expression soon shifted to amusement. A sudden punch landed squarely on his face before he could fully process what was happening.Wyatt had returned to the mansion and immediately sensed danger in the air as soon as he stepped out of his car. The unmistakable scent of a vampire in need of water triggered his senses, prompting him to swiftly check the dungeons. The fear of losing Hazel clouded his thoughts, and the instinct to protect what belonged to him kicked in.Without hesitation, Wyatt pulled Hazel behind him and acted swiftly to save her in the blink of an eye."You bastard!" Raul's scream echoed as he lunged at Wyatt. Hazel snapped out of her daze, witnessing the fierce clash between the two powerful beings.Raul landed a knuckle punch on Wyatt's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. With a

Wyatt's heart raced as he saw the authoritative figure entering the hospital. It was none other than Serene – long, curly, jet-black hair, a dominating smile, modern yet classy. Her presence was undeniably effective, and Wyatt's immediate instinct was to mind-link Ruben and inform him to hide Hazel behind his back.Having a powerful witch in the territory was not a surprise, but Wyatt knew it might catch Serene off guard to see Hazel, a human, in wolf territory. Hazel had already drawn enough attention, and for now, he didn't want Serene to shift her focus onto her.The dynamics between werewolves and witches had historically been marked by enmity, rooted in their fundamental differences in nature and magic. However, the two supernatural worlds had maintained an enduring peace, thanks to the alliance forged by Wyatt's forefathers and Serene's ancestors. Wyatt had a deep trust in Serene. She had protected his pack like her own, and the respect went both ways. Despite the potential tens