All Chapters of Alpha's Dilemma : Claiming My Golden Wolf Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HAZELMy hands trembled as I opened Mom's journal. The pages were worn and yellowed, filled with her familiar handwriting. What I read next made my world spin."My dearest Hazel," the first entry began, "There's so much I need to tell you about who you really are, about your true father, about everything. I pray you never have to read this, that I can tell you myself when you're old enough. But if you're reading this now, it means I'm gone, and you deserve to know the truth."I sank to the floor, clutching the journal as I read on. Mom wrote about how she used to be a werewolf hunter, from a long line of hunters. Then she met him - a rogue alpha werewolf named Marcus. Despite everything she'd been taught about werewolves being monsters, she fell in love with him."It was forbidden," she wrote. "A hunter and a werewolf. But we couldn't help ourselves. We became mates, and soon after, I was pregnant with you."Tears blurred my vision as I read about how terrified she'd been. Marcus had

HAZEL"You think I wouldn't know you'd try to take evidence that day or contaminate it? The moment you said you were following me to the station, I knew instantly. You, my daughter who prefers staying home even when bored, suddenly wanting to tag along? Did you really think you could play your own father?"He stepped closer, his police chief demeanor replacing any trace of fatherly affection. "I left you in my office and deliberately left my camera running because, quite frankly, you aren't to be trusted.""I'm to be trusted!" I protested. "But I couldn't allow—"His laugh was cold. "It looks like you were trying to protect him. Am I wrong?"I didn't answer. I couldn't.His voice rose, filling the small office. "Hazel, do you understand what you've done? Do you even realize how serious this is? That shirt was evidence! It's the centerpiece of this entire case!"My hands shook as I tried to defend Darryl. "He isn't a killer, Dad! I swear! You're wrong about him!"Dad's expression harde

DARRYL "I'm a werewolf." I finally let it go, the secret that had been eating me alive for years. I didn't dare look up at Lucian. I stared at the worn-out grass beneath my feet, waiting for the explosion of disbelief, the disgust or maybe even the fear.But it didn't come.Silence stretched so far. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I lifted my gaze as I steeled myself for the worst.What I saw wasn't anger, wasn't shock, wasn't even a face of disbelief. Lucian was staring at me, a soft smile was playing on his lips."I knew," he said gently. "All along, Darryl."My jaw dropped. "You… you knew?" The words stumbled out.Lucian chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You really thought I wouldn't? Darryl, we've been best friends for… well, a long time. You thought I wouldn't notice things?"He gestured vaguely with his hand. "The way you heal from injuries that should have put you out for weeks. Remember that time you broke your leg during practice? You were back on the field in days.

HAZELI found my feet carrying me toward Mr. Thompson's office before I could second-guess myself. The hallway felt longer than usual because Everything looked different now that I knew the truth about this town. Had the school always harbored so many secrets, or was I just now beginning to see them?I stopped at his door, my hand hovering over the handle. Through the frosted glass, I could see his silhouette moving about the room. Taking a deep breath, I knocked."Come in," his familiar voice called out.I pushed the door open, stepping into the cramped office filled with towering bookshelves and the scent of old paper. Mr. Thompson sat behind his desk, not looking up from the papers he was grading."I don't recall assigning any—" he began, then stopped abruptly as he finally looked up. His eyes immediately went to my neck, where my silver necklace usually rested. The necklace that was now absent."Well," he said softly, setting down his red pen. "This is unexpected.""Is it?" I chal

HAZELAmy and I burst through the hospital doors, slightly out of breath from running. The lights over everything, made the white walls seem even more sterile and uninviting."Are you sure about this?" I asked Amy as we hurried down the corridor. "Even if Jake says Darryl didn't attack him, how does that prove anything about the other girls?"Amy grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. "Don't you see? If Jake confirms Darryl didn't hurt him, it shows there's reasonable doubt. The police built their whole case on the pattern of violence, starting with Jake's attack."I shook my head. "That's a pretty big maybe, Amy.""It's better than nothing," she insisted. "And right now, nothing is all Darryl has."We reached Jake's room - Room 342. I remembered it clearly from my last visit, when he'd been lying there unconscious, machines beeping steadily around him. But now...The room was empty. The bed was stripped bare and the machines were silent."This can't be right," I muttered, double-checkin