CHAPTER 3: NEW SELF

                    HAZEL'S POV

  My heart started racing as I watched him touch my cleavage while his other hand rubbed my waist dangerously. "What's he doing? Why is he doing this to me?" My body was getting out of my control. 

My heart was beating extremely fast against my chest and it took all my self-power not to moan out loud.  It was the first time I was being touched in such a strange way but my body was actively responding to it that it scared me. 

"You seem to want me, huh?" The psycho asked. 

He seemed to have noticed the change in my temperature and he knew it was all because of his touch... Nooo... How embarrassing!

"Who... Who said so? I... I never... never wanted ... you" I replied, stuttering my way out as my response was nothing but a big lie. 

I wanted him and my body knew that but why? Why would I want a stranger I just met in a day? Someone who viewed my life as nothing but a game?

I pressed my hand on his chest and tried to push him away from me but he was like a mountain, unable to be moved by my tiny hands. 

He removed my hands from his chest and he pressed his lips to my chest. "I'm not going to go further than this." He said as he gently kissed my bare chest and released me. He moved a bit backward and cleared his throat. "I will be waiting for you downstairs. The pack members will be there with me too." He said and turned to leave. 

He had just gotten to the door when he turned back to face me. "And, Make sure to dress right, okay? I can't have people insulting me for bringing home a dirty, ugly, and immature Mate now, can I?" He asked but I could feel the underlying mockery in his voice which made my eyes twitch. 

"I can't believe this kind of jerk was the one who made my body react that way. How?" I cried inwardly as I watched him leave the room. 

Dirty? I could admit to the dirtiness because I hardly took a proper bath throughout the one year that I spent locked up in my room but ugly and immature? I might not be the prettiest girl under heaven but few people could compete with me in terms of beauty when it comes to it. 

My beauty had been an eye candy since when I was young. All the guys in my pack had always asked me out, confessing their undying love for me all because of my beauty and that was the main reason Rica and her mother was always jealous of me. 

I guess that was the reason they hated me so much after I lost my parents... My beauty had always been tempting. "I can't believe he sees me as ugly simply because his beauty is... is godly? Isn't that only because... because... argh!" I groaned as I slumped to the ground and pressed my hand on my chest. 

I was so annoyed but I had no one to vent my anger on. So, I could only comfort myself by thinking back to the memories I had with my parents. 

"Mother, if there ever comes a day when I can not defend myself and I'm all alone against the world, what should I do?" I had asked my mother one day when we were discussing in her room when she was still alive. 

My mother frowned and placed her tender hand on my shoulder. "My dear, what do you mean? Do you think your father and I would leave this world without putting you in a place where you will enjoy for the rest of your life?" She asked me and I smiled. 

"I know, Mother. I know you and Father would never leave me when I'm still so young but what if you marry me off one day and my husband happens to be someone who tends to travel all the time, leaving me with his Pack members? What do I do, Mother?" I asked her again. My words, my actions, and my questions that day were weird to me and I wondered why I was asking but deep down in me, I felt pressed, I wanted to know what the answer should be. 

My mother let out a deep breath and released my shoulder. "Baby, I don't know why you are thinking so far ahead when you're just a 12-year-old girl but like your father always says; No one knows tomorrow and anything can happen anytime. If there ever comes a time when you feel lonely against the world, when you feel like the whole world is against you and there is no one to listen to your story, Just touch your chest and reach out to us; Your father and me deep down in your mind~ That way, you can talk as much as you want with us and I promise you, we will always be with you." My mother said and promised me. 

It was obvious in her tone that she was kidding me as she felt like my question was nonsensical but I felt relieved hearing that answer and that was what kept me strong all through the one year I spent alone in that room. 

I would sit down in my bed, press my hand on my chest, and close my eyes. I would sink myself into the depth of my soul and picture my parent in my mind... That way, I would tell them all my troubles and pain.

Their bright smile whenever I talked with them was always the dose I needed as all my problems would immediately be washed away and I would feel delight again. It had helped a lot even though it was just a trick my mother used to console me when I was 12. 

Thinking back to that, a smile bloomed on my face and I sighed. I stood up from the ground, walked over to the bed, and picked the dress that was laid in it. 

I was still checking the dress when the door opened and the maids came in again. "We are here to dress you up as ordered by our Alpha." One of them said as they walked toward me and stood in front of me. 

I was led to a seat in front of the big gigantic mirror in the room where I was treated, pampered like a princess.

Two hours later...

"Open your eyes." I heard the voice of one of the maids. I had closed my eyes for more than 20 minutes already and I was already feeling sleepy by the time I heard their voice. 

I opened my eyes slowly and H*ly Cow! What was in front of me was a Barbie! 

A complete fairy tale princess... A perfect piece of the creature's work of art and a pleasing candy to every eye. I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at my reflection in the mirror "Is this me?" I asked gently and the maids smiled. 

"Yes, You are indeed a beauty." One of the maids replied to me and I blushed. 

My face was plastered with light makeup, diamond earrings on my ears, a diamond necklace on my neck and my head, My hair was changed completely~ It was packed to the back and a crown was placed on my head as if I was a queen. 

My brownish hair was tinted black, enhancing my white pale color and it added to my beauty considerably. "Had I known black hair would fit me this much, I would have tinted my hair black from the beginning," I said to myself inwardly as I continued feeling my beauty. 

I stood up from the seat and my head buzzed when I saw the long dazzling gown that was beautifully shaped to my body. It brought out all my curves, making me look sophisticated yet, sinfully sexy. 

I took a step forward while listening to the melodious sound of my heels hitting the ground... "The last time I dressed this much was when I was... When my parents were still alive." I mumbled to myself as I smiled brightly... I couldn't allow my sad past to cloud my happiness right now. 

"We need to leave here now. My Lord and others are already waiting for you, downstairs. " One of the maids reminded me as I was still busy praising my beauty in my head. 

I never knew I was this pretty and I wished I could continue staring at myself like this forever but I knew I have to face my reality again... I needed to go see my in-laws, the pack members, and whoever I needed to see before settling down here. 

I was led toward the door where the door was already opened for me to pass and once again...

 It dawned on me that my future was dark.