Semua Bab Scorned Luna; Betrayed By My Alpha : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Next Morning~Hazel’s birthday Hazel emerged from the bathroom, her hair still damp from the shower, her face radiant with a fresh glow. She was getting ready for work, reluctantly leaving behind the comfort of her home. Summer, her manager, had called her just moments before, informing her of a last-minute shoot that she couldn't miss.As she entered the room, Naya's eyes narrowed inquiringly. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.Hazel sighed her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "I have a shoot, and my manager just called me, so I have to be there," she replied, her tone hinting at her reluctance to leave the house.Naya's face lit up with excitement. "Oops, that's bad...and I was bringing this dress for you," she said, holding up a stunning black short gown with intricate straps and a daring slit. "That means you'll wear it since you're going out," she added, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.Hazel's eyes widened as she took in the

Ethan's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light of the new cell, his gaze settling on a figure slumped in the corner. Layla. His heart raced as he took in her disheveled appearance, her once-luminous hair now dull and matted. Her eyes, sunken and haunted, locked onto his, and she trembled violently as if the mere sight of him had shattered her fragile composure.Ethan's appearance was just as unkempt, his face gaunt, his clothes tattered and stained. The stench of confinement and despair hung heavy over them, a potent reminder of their shared fate. Yet, at this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the spark of hope that flared to life in his chest, the knowledge that he was no longer alone in this dark, forsaken place.As he stumbled forward, chains clanking against the cold stone floor, Layla's eyes never left his face. "What...what are you doing here?" Layla stuttered, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, as she cowered away from him, her back pressing against the

Same Night Hazel's knock on her parents' door was gentle, a soft rap of her knuckles against the wood. She waited patiently, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The door creaked open, and Mrs. Wynn's warm smile greeted her, like a sunbeam on a cloudy day."My darling!" Mrs. Wynn exclaimed, her eyes shining with love and adoration. She stepped aside, revealing the luxurious suite that Noah had thoughtfully provided for them. Hazel's father, Mr. Wynn, looked up from his favorite armchair, his eyes twinkling with curiosity."Is that our little Hazel?" he asked, his deep voice filled with warmth. Hazel's heart swelled with love and gratitude as she stepped into the room, feeling like a princess returning to her kingdom."Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad!" Hazel said, her voice filled with excitement. She wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume. Mrs. Wynn hugged her back, her embrace warm and comforting.Noah's thoughtful gesture h

Noah's strong arms encircled Hazel's waist, guiding her back to the room with a gentle care that belied the turmoil in his own heart. Her sobs had subsided, but her eyes still held a haunting sadness, a vulnerability that tugged at his soul.As they reached the bed, he tenderly helped her sit down, his hands lingering on her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "Do you need me to do anything for you, Hazel?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "Do you want me to get you some water, or a blanket, or...?"Hazel's voice was barely above a whisper, her words laced with a quiet resignation. "I'm okay for now, Noah. I just need to take a nap. That's all." Her eyelids drooped, her body swaying slightly as if the weight of her grief was threatening to pull her under.Noah's heart ached with a deep longing to ease her pain, to take away the sorrow that had ravaged her face. He sat down beside her, his arms wrapping around her in a gentle hold, his presence a silent promise that he would st

The family's return to the palace was a somber affair, the weight of their grief palpable in the air. Hazel's sobs still racked her body, her tears flowing like a river that refused to dry. Maya, ever the loyal sister, stayed by her side, determined to coax a smile from her beloved Hazel's lips.With a resolve born of love and determination, Maya launched into a silly impression of their father's signature dance move"Royal Wobbly." She wiggled her hips and flailed her arms, her face contorted in a ridiculous grimace. Hazel's initial response was a half-hearted giggle, but Maya persisted, her antics becoming increasingly absurd.Slowly but surely, Hazel's sobs subsided, replaced by snickers and eventually, full-throated laughter. The sound was like music to Maya's ears, a joyous melody that filled her heart with warmth. She continued to dance, her movements becoming more exaggerated with each passing moment until Hazel was laughing so hard she had to hold her sides.The palace, once a