LOGINHazel's POV
“Stop! You can’t give her that!” I yelled, slapping the medicine from the healer's hands. The liquid and powder splashed across the floor, and I froze for a second as I watched everyone’s eyes widen. Miss Penelope moved quickly towards me, grabbing my wrist. “Silly girl! What have you done?” Before I could even respond, her hand struck my cheek. A sharp sting flared in my cheek, but I just put my hand on it, rubbing it quietly. I didn’t regret what I had done, not one bit. The healer stepped forward, voice cold. “Do you realize how many herbs it took to make that for the child? How dare you just throw it from my hand? Who are you?” I opened my mouth. “I… I…” Then the doctor approached, sniffing in disgust. “You smell filthy. How are you even in here?” He glanced at Miss Penelope. “Is this one of your workers? How dare you let her walk in here and insult us like this? We’re trying to save this child, and she just—” “I was trying to help,” I blurted. “Help?” the healer spat. “How is that helping?” “Th—the medicine you were about to give the child wasn’t right.” My voice trembled. I finally said it. The room went still. Every pair of eyes fixed on me. I swallowed hard. The healer frowned. “What in the world are you talking about? I’m a seasoned healer, and you dare—” “Yes,” I interrupted, voice shaking but firm. “Please listen. It’s not that the medicine was bad, but it’s far too strong for a child. If it were an adult, it would be fine… but not for her.” The doctor cut me off with a sharp look, and I turned my gaze toward the Alpha. He sat there, focused on the little girl, but his eyes shifted to us. He was tall, with dark hair and a pair of blue eyes. His presence was commanding, but the tension in the room left me no time to take in his full presence. “I’m really sorry about this, Alpha,” Miss Penelope started. “Actually, I brought her in to report something she—” The Alpha raised his hand, silencing her. Then his gaze locked on me, teeth clenched. “Do you realize what you’ve done? My child has the worst fever and reactions right now. We’re doing everything we can to stabilize her, and you just walked in here and threw it away!” “I…” I said, my voice trembling. “I could have you beheaded for this!” He roared. “I know…but please hear me out. I can help her.” His brows drew together. “You… can help her?” “Yes,” I said, stepping a little closer. “I’m good with herbs. If I can just check what’s wrong with her, I can help. I promise.” Everyone looked skeptical. The Alpha’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I let someone like you touch—” His sentence broke as the girl started coughing violently again. “Please,” I pleaded, taking a shaky step forward. The guards moved toward me, but the Alpha raised his hand, halting them. I froze for a second, then stepped toward the child, my heart racing. I knelt beside the child, ignoring the guards and everyone else’s skeptical stares. Her skin was hot, rashy and spreading, and her breathing was uneven. Her faint pulse skipped and faltered with every beat. My stomach tightened. I had seen similar cases before. This was an allergic reaction. I looked up, voice low. “Is she allergic to anything?” “Nuts,” the Alpha answered, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I frowned, pressing my hand to my own temple, trying to think. “What did she eat last?” I asked slowly, listening carefully. The Alpha shot the trembling woman at his side a sharp look. She must be the child’s caregiver. “Um… granola,” she said, voice wavering. I frowned. “Granola…” I muttered to myself. Then I turned to the child, rising slowly to stand. “She’s having an allergic reaction. To the nuts in the granola.” The Alpha’s eyes widened. “Can you do something about it, then?” “Yes. Please… give me a minute.” I bolted out. As Miss Penelope pulled me through the pack house, I spotted some herbs. Outside, I grabbed them, then rushed back inside. “Get me some wolf lux leaves, please…” I said, glancing at no one in particular. “Go get them!” The Alpha urged, urgency sharp in his voice. A maid quickly rushed inside to get them. When everything was brought to me, I mixed the herbs with water, forming a pale, aromatic liquid. I held it up to the child. The healer stepped forward, frowning. “Alpha, we can’t let a stranger, especially one who looks like a servant, give little Aurella something.” The Alpha just gave him a look. I ignored the murmurs and slowly brought the mixture to the child’s lips. She trembled, on the verge of losing consciousness, but I held her head gently, helping her sip. I patted her chest lightly, whispering for her to stay with me. Her eyes fluttered open. “Hero,” she whispered softly, looking up at the Alpha. The Alpha’s face lit up. He scooped her into his arms. People gasped with wide eyes. “She looks… way better than before!” someone exclaimed. “It worked! Oh, thank goodness,” murmured another. I let out a shaky breath of relief. The child was safe. Just then, a hard grip reached around my wrist. “Oh, you got lucky,” Miss Penelope hissed. “Maybe because of this, you won’t be punished for breaking that vase, but you’re still a slave.” Before I could react, she yanked me away, pulling me toward the exit. “Stop!” The Alpha barked. Miss Penelope froze. “Let go of her hand,” he ordered firmly. “Yes, Alpha,” she muttered, glaring daggers at me as she released my wrist. I rubbed my arm, my heart still racing. The Alpha’s gaze landed on me. “You,” he said, nodding toward me. “Step forward.” My throat went dry. I swallowed and took a hesitant step closer, every nerve screaming. He stepped down from the platform, his presence commanding, his blue eyes locking on mine. My heart raced under that intense stare. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Hazel,” I murmured, voice barely steady. He studied me for a long moment, like he was trying to measure everything about me with a single look. The little girl rested in his arms, calmer now, her tiny chest rising and falling evenly. “You saved my child,” he said, his voice low but firm. “What would you like in return?”Alaric walked next to Hazel, one arm around her waist like if he let go she'd disappear. Aurella was asleep on Dominic's shoulder behind them. Ella's screams had faded. No one talked on the way back. The forest was quiet in that way forests get after a fight. Even wolves stayed away. The packhouse lights were on. All of them. Every window. Like whole pack was awake and waiting. They were. When Hazel stepped out of treeline, every door opened. Maids. Guards. Wolves who used to call her slave. Wolves who watched Miss Penelope hit her and did nothing. They stood in snow in bare feet and coats thrown on. They stared at her neck. At the mark. Fresh. Red. Alaric's. Then at Alaric. Shirtless in minus ten, covered in blood that wasn't all his, holding an omega like she was made of glass and knife at same time. Greta was the first to move. She walked to middle of courtyard and knelt. Again. In snow. "I bring Luna home," Greta said. Loud enough for packhouse to hear. No one knelt with
Alaric stood in front of her, body blocking wind, bare feet in snow like he couldn't feel cold.He didn't move. Blood dripped off his elbow onto snow.Then sounds of footsteps were heard. More than one.Dominic stepped out first. Arm bandaged badly. Blood seeping. Behind him, Greta, two council wolves, and Aurella wrapped in three blankets.And dragging behind them by the hair, Ella.Dominic threw her down. She landed hard next to the bridge.Alaric didn't look at Ella yet. He looked at Dominic."Vincent?""Dead," Dominic said, breathing hard. "Tried to stab you in your sleep in the packhouse. Said Hazel's mother tried to kill you as a kid, so Hazel would too. Same blood. Greta heard him."Greta stepped forward. Old. So old.She looked at Hazel's face. Then at the mark on Hazel's neck. Fresh, red, raised."Mara's girl," Greta whispered.Hazel flinched. "You knew my mother?""I delivered you," Greta said. "On the floor of the infirmary. Your mother was bleeding. She wouldn't let anyone
Hazel's lungs burned. The dagger was still in her hand. She couldn't remember if she wiped it.Behind her, the cabin was filled with fighting sounds . Wood breaking. Alaric roaring, and other roars answering him.Twelve. Ella had sent twelve.She pressed harder on the mark on her neck. It throbbed. Hot when the rest of her was freezing.The bond pulled like a string dragging her back.Don't. Keep running.The river was black. Not frozen all the way. She slipped. Both knees hit ice. Pain shot up. She stayed down for a second. Then a shadow moved ahead.Boots.Ella.Clean cloak. No snow on her. Knife catching moonlight. She smiled when she saw Hazel on the ground."There you are," Ella said. "Omegas always run."Hazel got up. Slowly. Knees bleeding."You sent twelve to kill him," she said. Hoarse."I sent twelve to finish a job," Ella said. "The council wants a clean pack."Hazel's hand tightened on the dagger. It stopped shaking.She remembered the pouch. Inside Alaric's cloak. Wolfs
Three wolves burst through in the space of one breath, black fur, yellow eyes, Silvermoon scouts. Ella’s men. They shifted mid-leap, landing on two legs with steel in their hands. Alaric moved before Hazel could blink. He was unarmed. Shirtless. Bare feet on frozen floor. Didn’t matter. He caught the first scout by the throat and slammed him into the wall. Wood cracked. The wolf choked, claws scraping uselessly at Alaric’s forearm. “You should’ve stayed in the packhouse,” Alaric growled. His voice wasn’t his own, low, layered with his wolf. “You should’ve remembered who I am.” The second scout lunged. Alaric twisted, using the first man as a shield. The blade meant for his ribs sank into his own scout’s shoulder instead. Blood sprayed across the hearth. Hazel didn’t think. She couldn’t. The dagger Alaric gave her was small, cold, but her hands knew what to do. Her mother had taught her which veins to cut to stop a bleed, and which to cut to end one. She darted forward as the
The cabin was small, half-collapsed, and buried under snow, but it had four walls and a fireplace. For now, it was enough.Alaric kicked the door open with his boot and carried Hazel inside. The air smelled of rot and old wood, but he didn’t set her down until he’d cleared the bench with his arm and wrapped her in every blanket he could find.“Stay awake,” he ordered, his voice rough as he knelt and shoved dry kindling into the hearth. “Hazel. Eyes on me.”She blinked slowly, her head heavy against his shoulder. “I’m awake,” she lied. Her voice was soft, threadbare. The claim had warmed her, but the cold was still in her bones.The first spark caught. Orange light flickered across Alaric’s face, carving shadows into his jaw. He hadn’t shifted back into clothes. He sat shirtless in the snow-melt, muscle coiled, every inch the Alpha who’d just committed treason for her.Hazel stared. Her bond with him pulsed, steady and warm, but underneath it she felt it. His rage. Not at her. At Ella.
Hazel stood at the edge of the packhouse gates. No pack. No cloak. No weapon. Just the thin clothes she’d worn yesterday and a small satchel with a waterskin and a piece of bread. The guards hadn’t stopped her. Orders were orders. Exile at dawn.The air bit her lungs. It was colder than it had been in weeks, and the wind cut through her like knives. She pulled the thin fabric of her shirt tighter around herself and stepped past the iron gates.Behind her, the packhouse doors stayed shut. Alaric hadn’t come. She hadn’t expected him to.He can’t, she told herself. If he follows me, he loses everything. But that didn’t make the ache in her chest any less sharp.The path down the mountain was steep and treacherous with ice. Hazel moved carefully, one foot in front of the other. The bond inside her screamed with every step that took her further from Alaric. It felt like her ribs were being pulled apart, like someone had hooked her heart and was dragging it backward.She didn’
Hazel's POVI froze, standing there like my feet had been rooted to the ground. The question caught me off guard, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t even form a single word.“You’re going to ask for gold, right?” Miss Penelope’s whisper came from behind me.I didn’t turn. Of course she would say tha
Hazel's POV“Get your stupid ass in there and go put on some makeup. The client should be here soon,” Miss Penelope snapped, yanking my arm.I froze, staring at her, my stomach twisting. I didn’t want to go in there. I didn’t want to smear colours on my face just so some random man could touch me.
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