All Chapters of Alpha's Dilemma : Claiming My Golden Wolf Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

HAZELThe room was silent, but my heart wasn’t. It was loud like it wanted to burst out and chase after him. The way he had looked at me… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.When he carried me into his room, I thought I’d feel awkward or embarrassed. Instead, I felt safe. But when he placed me on the bed and leaned in, everything changed.His eyes had locked onto mine, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t fear at all. It was something else entirely. The kind of intensity that made me feel seen, like every thought and emotion I had was written across my face and he was reading it.And then there was the way he leaned in. I thought he was going to kiss me. His gaze fell to my lips and I felt a jolt in my stomach.But he didn’t.Instead, he stepped back and then he left.Now I was alone, sitting on his bed like some forgotten thing, replaying everything that had just happened.I touched my lips, my fingertips grazing them softly. Did he want to kiss me? Or was it all in my hea

HAZELThe shower’s warmth still lingered on my skin as I stepped out of Darryl’s bathroom, wrapped in a towel. My hair hung in wet strands as it clung to my shoulders. After dressing quickly, I stared at my reflection. The girl in the mirror looked tired, her eyes dull despite the rest she’d gotten. Pull it together, Hazel, I told myself. Today was Saturday, and while I should feel relieved not to rush home for school, a pit formed in my stomach.Dad.Last night, he'd bombarded me with calls, the incessant ringing drilling into my mind. But this morning? Nothing. No texts. No calls. The silence was too loud. It felt wrong—off, even. It was all suspicious, but I pushed it away. There was no time to dwell on it now.I stepped out of the room and the door clicked softly behind me. The house was quiet. For the first time, I noticed how large it was. The ceilings stretched high above me, and the halls seemed to go on forever. I remembered being on Darryl’s back last night, clinging to him

HAZELMy heart sank as I heard my father’s voice. I barely had time to process the shock of seeing my broken bicycle in front of the house, let alone figure out how it had ended up here. I turned slowly to face him, the storm in his eyes was unmistakable. His face was tense as if he were holding back a fury that could snap at any moment. "Why did you disobey me?" “Dad... I—” I stuttered, not knowing how to explain myself, not knowing what he wanted to hear. I wanted to tell him everything, to say that I hadn’t meant to disobey him, that I had only gone out to clear my head, to escape the storm that was raging inside me. But the words wouldn’t come. He was looking at me like he expected me to have a solid reason. “I wasn’t planning to meet him or anything.,” I finally managed to say. “I just… I just needed some space, that’s all. I went out to clear my head and I happened to meet him in the woods.”He shook his head slowly, as if the answer was too obvious for me to see. “I know eve

HAZELThe library would be my sanctuary today. It was quiet, and felt far away from the chaos swirling around me. I needed to distract myself. Badly. Darryl wasn’t answering my calls. It made my stomach twist into knots. Then there was my dad. I was so angry with him. He was keeping secrets, controlling me, and now… now he was going after Darryl. It felt like my world was crumbling.I wandered through the tall bookshelves, pulling out random books. Nothing seemed to hold my attention. Finally, I found myself in the paranormal section. I picked out a thick book with a dark cover. It was about werewolves. I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story.The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “

HAZELThe cold metal of the silver bullet felt heavy in my palm. I turned it over and traced the carvings on its surface. It wasn’t like any bullet I’d ever seen. It was clearly handmade, not one of those mass-produced things you’d find in a store. My dad always had a thing for silver. His watch, a family heirloom, was silver. Even the necklace he gave me was silver. I glanced at the other bullets nestled in the velvet box. Was there more to it than just a fondness for the metal? I shook my head, forcing the thought away. Now wasn’t the time for speculation. I had a much more pressing problem to solve. I carefully placed the silver bullet back in its box, but not before slipping one into the pocket of my jeans. It was a reckless impulse, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed it.My focus snapped back to the nylon package in the drawer. The shirt. I needed to deal with the shirt.I peeked out into the hallway. Empty. The usual police station bustle was a low hum in the backgr