LOGINThey reached their destination—a picturesque villa that seemed to embody calmness, a perfect haven for couples to spend their time. As Wyatt stepped out, he reached out to assist Hazel, who was struggling with her bag.
“Let me help…”
“I can take care of myself,” Hazel replied with a chapped smile, concealing the fact that his presence
Serene embraced Hazel. "You're safe," she reassured her. "Serene, what's happening to me? Where's Wyatt?" Hazel questioned, her eyes searching Serene's face for answers. Serene gently cupped Hazel's face and replied, "Hazel, there's a lot you need to know. But first, freshen up, and let's eat something. I'll explain everything." Hazel nodded, her mind racing with questions. After completing her morning routine, she was given a dress identical to one of the twins. As she dressed, a strange sense of clarity washed over her, as if her thoughts were unclouded. She also felt Aurum's presence nearby, though uncertain if she wished to communicate. She ascended the stairs cautiously, drawn by the aroma of freshly made breakfast beckoning her toward the kitchen. A glimpse of herself in the mirror caught her attention, and strangely, the glow of her skin had returned. Something had changed for the better, restoring a sense of familiarity to herself. As she approached, Hazel noticed Wyatt at
"Hazel kept mentioning these dreams she was having—a girl appearing in them," Wyatt said, unable to shake off his suspicions. He felt uncovering the truth behind Hazel's new identity was crucial. "It was actually me trying to communicate with her through those dreams. I knew she was the golden wolf, but I had no idea you were her mate," Serene calmly revealed, stunning Wyatt. "What? So you've known all along that she was alive, and you never told me?" Wyatt exclaimed, his voice rising. "When did you ever ask me about her?" She responded calmly. "You knew how much the guilt of her death tormented me," Wyatt confessed, his voice wavering. "Yes, Wyatt, there are some things that are meant to happen beyond our control," she began. "For me, saving your life was my priority, just as I promised your mom. But if I had told you at that moment, you would have waged war against Zain." "But this is about Hazel," Wyatt insisted. "Wyatt, now you see that you love her, regardless of whether sh
"Hazel, what have you done?" he gasped, his fingers trembling as he grasped the knife in his chest. "It's not Hazel anymore," the voice said through her lips, a chilling smile playing across her face. With a sudden surge of desperation, Wyatt lunged forward, his hand wrapping around her neck. "Let her go," he growled, his voice strained with anguish and fury. The possessed Hazel laughed coldly. "You can't harm me without harming your mate," she taunted. Ignoring the pain spreading from his wounded bicep, Wyatt collapsed to the ground, trying to tap into his healing abilities. But the darkness swirling around him was too potent, numbing his usual resilience. "You won't heal so easily, Alpha Wyatt Romano," the demon sneered, its grip tightening. "Not after being stabbed with a wolfsbane-glazed blade." Gasping for breath, Wyatt heard the demonic voice sneer, "Any last wishes before I end you?" "I want to see Hazel," Wyatt muttered through the agony. For a moment, the demon relented,
"I can't wait any longer," she murmured huskily into his ear. "Soon, my love," he replied as they rode through the winding valleys of the majestic mountains. "Where are we going?" Hazel rested her chin on his shoulder, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "It's a surprise," he replied, feeling her impatience. "But I can see you can't wait, so I'll tell you. We're heading to the riverside." "The Riverside? What for?" Hazel asked, her interest piqued. "We're going camping. I just want to spend some quality time with you, something we couldn't do back in our town," he explained with a shake of his head. "Camping? But we don't have all the gear," Hazel pointed out. "Don't worry, I've got everything sorted," he reassured her, patting the supplies strapped to the side of his bike. "Oh, I'm so excited," Hazel exclaimed. Before reaching the campsite by the riverside, they made a quick stop at nearby shops. "Let's grab some essentials—water, snacks," he said with a wink before heading int
Hazel ran into the forest to escape the crowd. Despite her attempts to escape, Hazel could still hear the whispers of judgment surrounding her. Some called her crazy; others suggested she was afflicted by something demonic. "Make it stop!" she cried out as she plunged further into the woods, her distress palpable. Tears welled in her eyes when she detected a pair of luminous eyes fixed upon her. Quietly, she approached the source of those white eyes. "Who are you? Why are you following me?" Hazel questioned, her voice tinged with both fear and curiosity. Hazel stood there, entranced by the mysterious gaze, desperately trying to decipher the silent message conveyed by those enigmatic eyes. "No, I can't," Hazel struggled against the compelling gaze that seemed to infiltrate her thoughts. After a few minutes, she stood in silence until Wyatt gently touched her shoulder. "Hazel," he said softly. She turned towards him, her expression vacant. "Are you okay?" Wyatt asked, studying he
The next evening, Hazel and her family prepared for Ruben and Carol's wedding. Wyatt made a special request: he asked everyone to act normal and avoid questioning Hazel. He believed that reminders of the moment might provoke her instincts, and he wanted to keep things calm. Despite Wyatt's wishes to escort them, Hazel insisted on going with her family. As they arrived at the venue, She felt a sense of joy and excitement for the wedding, yet there was a lingering fear beneath it all. The recent incident where she had attacked Wyatt still haunted her, and she worried about losing control of herself again. The presence of her family provided comfort, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease, unsure of what might happen next. The place was adorned with stunning decorations featuring white and red flowers, creating a romantic and joyful atmosphere. The venue itself was a charming garden setting with twinkling fairy lights, soft music playing in the background, and elegant seating a







