LOGIN"Accept it, Hazel. Even if you deny it, I can feel how your body responds to me, like it never did with anyone else."Wyatt refused to surrender. Hazel shut her eyes, battling the tug-of-war between her thoughts and feelings. "That's not true," she whispered. "Isn't it?" "Then let me kiss you, and I'll prove it," he proposed, awaiting her response. "No," she pushed him away. He seized her hand firmly, drawing her back. "You're deceiving yourself. I felt the electricity between us yesterday when I kissed you," he smirked, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her heart raced against his chest. "Right now, your body may be under my spell, Hazel, and you know it. But I crave more than just a fleeting pleasure. I want your heart, all of you," he murmured, his breath brushing against her earlobe.He stepped back, watching her vulnerability with a mix of emotions. "So, she's claiming she'll be that jerk's 'Luna' when she clearly loves me," he said, his lip lifting into his tra
"No... Wyatt, control yourself. She's..." Hazel trailed off, reading the fury in Wyatt's eyes, the alpha instinct to protect his mate despite his turmoil. She struggled to find the right words to calm him. She tugged him inside, her lips seeking his in a desperate attempt to quell his rage. Wyatt's anger dissipated like air escaping a balloon, his senses overwhelmed by the sensation of her wet hair against his face and her soft lips pressing against his. For a few precious moments, he remained still, lost in the warmth of her touch. When she finally pulled away, her cheeks flushed crimson, Wyatt found himself speechless."Why'd you kiss me?" Wyatt tipped his head to meet her gaze. She's becoming unpredictable.She blushed. "I... I'm not sure...""I don't want you hurting anyone. Especially those who don't know about you and Zain," Hazel murmured, her lips pressing together. Wyatt drew her closer. "Then I should always be angry," he said, trailing his finger through her damp hair. "Jus
Hazel blinked awake in the morning, her lashes fluttering. She seemed drained, like something had been pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her mind was clear, though, devoid of anger or frustration towards Wyatt. Groaning, she reached for her head, feeling a dull ache. Wyatt sat nearby, concerned, his eyes dancing on her face. "Are you okay?"Hazel winced, resting her head against the headboard. "No, just not feeling..." She trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe how she felt. He approached, offering her a glass of water. Her eyes lingered on him, drawn to his rugged charm. Beads of sweat adorned his bare chest, hinting at a recent workout. She bit her lip, her body responding to his presence almost instinctively."Hazel," he said, raising an eyebrow. She quickly looked away, directing her attention to the window. She scolded herself internally for being so obvious in her attraction."Sorry," she murmured, not wanting
Her heart twisted at the way he forced them into this confrontation. Even now, he held her in his grasp, demanding answers instead of trying to understand her confusion about this new revelation."So, my feelings don't matter to you?" He bit his lip, his expression serious. His love, his anger, his need for control—she'd had enough of it all."I'm gonna be his Luna," she lied straight to his face, watching his features contort with pain. "What? You're choosing him over me, even though we're mates?" His anger softened into confusion."Yeah," Hazel replied shortly."Hazel, I'm running out of patience. I need more than a simple answer. Did he threaten you or something?""No threats. He just treated me better than you ever did. Gave me freedom without strings, unlike you," she shot back, meeting his gaze squarely."So, what now? He's suddenly the good guy? Did you forget he used to terrify you?" His eyes softened as he spoke."I was scared, sure. But not like with you. He didn't force me
They made their way straight to her room. Upon opening the door, she found everything meticulously arranged - her clothes, books, even the anklet Carol had gifted her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she surveyed the room, unable to articulate her emotions."Why?" she managed to whisper, her voice thick with emotion. Wyatt understood her unspoken question."Because I never left you," he replied softly as he prepared the bathtub. She ran her fingers over the bed, where they shared moments of laughter and intimacy. Closing her eyes, she was transported back to pillow fights and nights spent intertwined.His presence beside her used to be comforting, his voice low as he mentioned the tub being ready. "Hazel, I need to know everything. I won't let anyone hurt you again, trust me," he'd said, and she found herself nodding without understanding why. There was safety in his closeness.Inside the bathroom, she washed away the blood in the shower before sinking into the warm tub, tears streamin
Wyatt had already informed Ruben before darting out of the restaurant. "Taking out Hazel," he muttered, noting her distracted demeanor. "Make sure Misty doesn't catch wind," he added hastily. Catching the sight of Hazel transforming into her wolf form, he hastened and parked his car. Then, transforming himself, Wyatt allowed Xerxes, as Aurum had requested, to take the lead. He couldn't fathom why Hazel's wolf was stirring, especially on a non-full moon night. Questions raced through his mind. Why did Aurum insist he sticks by Hazel's side? What else did he need to uncover about her? Suddenly, he heard Hazel's distant howl, snapping him back to the present. Realizing she was venturing off, Wyatt knew he had to keep close tabs on her. Following her scent, he sprinted through the dense forest, his concern growing with each passing moment.Hazel dashed through the wind, her insides burning with fierce heat. The force tugging at her core was relentless, and the breeze offered no relief. An







