“This place is beautiful, isn’t it?” A deep, masculine voice said behind Hazel. She was standing at the balcony of her room, and hid her surprise over his sudden presence behind her. She didn’t turn, rather, her fingers tightened around the cold iron railing as Rodrigo’s voice drifted through the evening air. His tone was calm, almost like he was expecting a response from her, but she knew better than to trust it.She exhaled slowly as her eyes remained fixed on the estate beyond—on the perfectly sculpted gardens, and the fountains in the palace grounds. “It must be nice to stand here and admire everything,” Rodrigo continued when she didn’t respond. “But I wonder if you have ever found any of it enjoyable.”Hazel’s lips pressed together. She gave the shortest answer possible. “It’s fine.”“Fine?”“Yes,” she said, wondering where this conversation was headed. It took everything she had in her to stop herself from looking back at Rodrigo to get a glimpse of his face. She wanted to k
A short while later, Rodrigo looked up at Hazel again. She seemed to be focused on eating the food before her and actually enjoying it. Without knowing, his fork noisily dropped to the plate, making a fluttering noise. Hazel jerked her head upwards and shot him a glance. “Oh, no,” he muttered and swallowed hard. He blinked as he realized that Hazel was now looking at him. Her golden-brown eyes were locked onto his. There was a mix of curiosity and suspicion in her looks as she eyed him.Damn it! He cursed under his breath. He hadn’t realized how intensely he had been staring—how deep he had fallen into his own thoughts.She had caught him—again. He felt a blush rise in his cheeks as he picked a piece of napkin and dapped it at his lips to distract himself from Hazel. “I know this is none of my business, but...are you okay?” Hazel asked with a small voice, breaking the silence in the room. Wait...what? Did she just speak to him twice in a row without being spoken to first? A s
Standing on the elevated training grounds, Rodrigo had his arms folded across his broad chest as he observed the warriors of his pack. The afternoon sun was already setting, and he could notice the sheen of sweat on the men who threw fists at each other below. There was also an occasional grunt of exertion in the air.His warriors were strong. Loyal. Disciplined.And yet, his mind was elsewhere.Hazel.Rodrigo clenched his jaw as he forced himself to focus on the drills taking place in front of him. He had barely slept the night before, haunted by the image of her—those sharp golden-brown eyes, the way her lips parted ever so slightly when she was lost in thought.His wolf stirred within him, pacing impatiently. Go to her.Easy. He told himself. Rodrigo let out a sharp exhale. His discipline was absolute, and he would not be ruled by impulse, especially not over a woman who had yet to yield.Thorne approached with short strides, stopping just behind him. “Alpha, the eastern border pat
Rodrigo strode down the hall toward his bedroom, his Beta, Thorne, tagging close behind like a cat chasing a mouse. A wicked laugh broke past his lips as he brushed his chestnut hair back.“At last, fresh pawns for my games. It won't be boring,” cursed Rodrigo, his eyes wickedly gleaming.No sooner had he entered the chamber than he picked out his neatly bought black suit from the closet, slipping it over his head and adjusting his cufflinks. His signature scent spread through the air as he reapplied the cologne. He felt very fulfilled and satisfied with his appearance, then he smiled very wickedly.“Get the driver ready,” he ordered Thorne, adjusting his black silk tie.Thorne nodded, slipping down the hall, leaving Rodrigo lost in thought. As Rodrigo stepped out of the chamber, he saw Eleanor walking close. She stopped still, bowing her head as a sign of respect.“Eleanor,” ordered Rodrigo smoothly, his voice subtly tinged with authority. "See that she’s well. And if anything as litt
In another grand estate which was hidden behind thick iron gates, Ryland stood in one of his torture chambers, the cold, wet air thick with the smell of blood and hot coal. The dim light flickered, its deformed shadows rising across the shattered concrete walls.There were some men hanging upside down, wrists securely bound with silver chains, breathing short, and sharp shallow breaths. Their stifled groans filled the room.“So...” Ryland drew out the word, moving slowly, his shiny black shoes clicking out a staccato beat on the stone floor. He stopped to regard them, his dark eyes flashing with something a great deal more dangerous than rage. “What have you done with Hazel?” His voice was unnervingly even.One of the men shook with fear, trying to answer, his parched, rasping voice. “W-we did exactly, exactly as you ordered, Alpha,” he stammered, desiring only to deflect what he sensed was coming.“Yes, Alpha,” another barely repeated, blood trickling down his temple, he wasn't sure
They arrived at the Ryland Organization where a meeting was to be held.They walked hastily towards the board room, staff bowing as they made way for them to pass.“I hope they are all in there?”“Yes, Alpha,” Beta Caleb responded as he brushed through his tablet.Shortly after they left the torture house, he had gotten new clothes for Alpha Ryland and was just making sure payments were made.“Alright,” Ryland turned the door knob down, pushing open to reveal the worried faces in the room.“Alpha Ryland, what's with the emergency meeting?” One of the three men who met up with Rodrigo inquired, “Hope all is well?”“Sure, all is well, but not with you and your subordinates,” Ryland sneered, eyeing him, his eyes sending daggers his way.The man quickly looked at his two friends, and they gulped unconsciously, fear evident in their faces.“Now if you may all sit down,” Ryland said, gesturing for them to have a seat.Ryland took a seat at the head position, swirling it around, “I have impo
It had been two weeks now since Rodrigo got over with the three informants from Ryland's company, and he had been lazily sitting around, observing Hazel's movements, or was she the one observing him? The quiet morning hours had grown into a routine of silent glances, and lingering thoughts. It was now 7:00 AM, and the soft light of dawn filtered through the windows as Rodrigo eagerly anticipated seeing Hazel’s lips move while eating with him. They had been maintaining their usual eating routine, with him staring at her, and her gobbling down all the food she could, as if each bite was an act of defiance against the confines of their daily existence.He walked hastily towards her room, and stepped in without a knock on the door. Something he had never done before.He observed Hazel's dainty figure, his eyes darting through her body.“How soundly she sleeps,” he mumbled to himself. Then he quietly sat on the bed, next to sleeping Hazel. His heart was skipping fast as he admired her be
Ryland tapped his phone's screen after it had been buzzing for a while, he was staring at the screen, but his mind was blurred with the events that happened earlier in the night.“Sir, the remaining captives are ready to confess now,” the speaker simply said. Ryland listened quietly, his brows knitting together as his lips pressed into a deep frown. Then he dropped the call and walked out of his room swiftly.“Alpha, are we going somewhere?” Caleb asked as he saw Ryland coming downstairs, his voice firm, but still worried, he has always tried to stay calm even under tense situations.“Yes, get the car ready,” Ryland replied sharply, his tone leaving no room for discussion. His strides spoke nothing but determination, thus making Caleb quicken his pace, as he bowed and left quickly.As soon as Caleb was out of sight, Serena showed up. The atmosphere felt cold the moment Ryland saw her, and suddenly his breath hitched. “Not again!” Ryland cursed inaudibly under his breath. He wasn't re
Ryland tried to move hoping to fight Rodrigo again, but the excruciating pain coming from the cut of the knife hindered him. Gripping the knife, he stared at Hazel who shook her head vigorously in fear, not wanting to see him bleed to death."I wouldn't do that if I were you," Rodrigo said in a syrupy sweet voice. "That dagger is poisoned. It would slow down your healing, and you'd probably bleed to death right here." But his ideas fell on deaf ears as Ryland ignored him and pulled out the knife. His grunts were loud in the air, making Hazel turn her face away to avoid watching him. Ryland attempted to walk but he collapsed, his chest heaving from pain. Hazel stared wide at him and something in her seemed to click. Before she could think, she headbutted Rodrigo, causing him to let out a grunt, his hands on his nose. "What the-" he cursed, taking in her face. Shockingly, Hazel looked completely different from what she was just a few minutes ago. She no longer had a scared face. Her
Hazel's heart dropped to her stomach as she felt the cold touch of a knife against her neck. A whimper left her lips as she tried to struggle with Rodrigo, glancing at Ryland for help. He tried to step towards them but Rodrigo grazed her skin with the knife, making him stop. "Not on my watch," he said with a firm voice. "You think you could just come to my house and take my wife?" He asked like it was the dumbest thing. "Your wife shouldn't be tied to a chair, and don't forget she is my mate," Ryland shot back, stepping closer. The comment seemed to annoy Rodrigo and he growled. "She was trying to escape and she’s not your mate, because last I heard, you rejected her," Rodrigo brewed, his smirk increasing, happy he had been able to hit a nerve. Ryland moved towards him and Rodrigo pretended to pierced Hazel with the knife causing her to whimper. “I wouldn't move if I were you.” “Tell your men to go back now. Do that and I might let you carry your dog…" Rodrigo said, glancing at
Ryland stepped into the car saying a little prayer. His heart raced and he hoped the plan at hand was going to work perfectly. "Everything has been stationed according to your order," Caleb said and he nodded, too distraught to say a word. The car roared to life and they headed towards his enemy's pack. Hazel was the only person on his mind throughout the drive and Ryland grew desperate by the minute. The car came to a stop a mile from the pack, and they all stepped down. Some of the warriors took off their clothes before shifting into their wolf forms. They picked up the clothes glancing at Ryland before they ran into the woods, making their way to Kindred's pack. "Ready?" Caleb asked and Ryland gave a small nod. Caleb followed suit as Ryland ran towards the pack still in his human form. He got in through the far end of the pack where he was certain that very few guards would have positioned in front especially after the information he had given them. Just like he predicted, he
"You can't do this, Rodrigo. You're better than this!" Hazel yelled, hoping that deep down the man who held her when she had nightmares, that took her to picnics,was going to shine through. But it never did. Because there was never a man. "Oh, I will; you just wait. He will come for you any moment from now, and that would be the last time you'd ever see him," Rodrigo cackled, glaring at Hazel. Her cries filled the atmosphere, but it only made him laugh harder. "Please, I beg you as your wife, don't do this. I'll come with you if you want. I'd never think about him again," she pleaded, her face swollen from all the crying. Rodrigo stared at her for a moment and his eyes slowly shone with pity. He visibly gulped and Hazel studied him, hoping her words might have moved him. Hoping he would give up. Rodrigo took a few steps towards her and she adjusted backwards, trying to ignore how she shivered in fear. He placed his hand at the back of her neck, slowly massaging it. "You look s
Hazel let out a groan, trying to open her eyes. For some reason, her lids felt glued, her head heavy. She tried to lift her hand up but it seemed stuck. She fought against the binds, pausing when she realised her predicaments. "Anyone?" She struggled to say, her voice low and hoarse. Her throat felt dry and itchy and she swallowed saliva trying to remedy the feeling, but it did nothing. "Anyone! Someone please help!" She repeated, struggling to get free from the binds. Her head hurt with each move she made, but she ignored it. "Eleanor?" she yelled, forcing her eyes open."Please help me," she whispers, scanning her surroundings. She was tied to a wooden chair, her hands bruised.A tear slid down her face and Hazel bit her lips, trying her best to prevent a sob. She lifted her head, staring at the room she was left in. The lighting was dim and she could barely see anything. "Goddess, please help me," she silently prayed, taking in deep breaths. The door pulled open and Hazel sna
Rodrigo glanced at his watch, running a hand through his hair. It was almost a day and he had heard nothing from Serena. Clenching his jaw, his hand coursed through his hair again, a habit of his whenever he was frustrated. With a hard glare at his phone which was on the desk, he picked it up and dialed her number the second time, but like before, it accelerated to voicemail. Rodrigo tried repeatedly, but the results were the same at each try. An annoying growl left his lips and without giving it a thought, he crashed the phone against the wall. Nevertheless, his anger refused to be appeased as he balled his fist. With his eyes blazing red in fury, the table was seen at a blink tearing apart, and sending everything on it crashing down. Just then, Thorne made his way in and Rodrigo glared at him, his jaw still clenched so hard that it could snap. "What do you want?!" Rodrigo muttered, forcing the words out of his teeth. "Your tantrums were loud enough to summon me," was Thorne's r
"Baby?" Serena mewed like a cat, her voice loud yet shaky. She waved her hand in front of his eyes to make sure the sleeping pills were effective. Slowly she got out of bed, rushed towards her bag, and they took out the layers of napkin while rubbing her sweaty hands against her lingerie.Serena pulled out the bottle Rodrigo had given her. She pierced it, and drew out the green colored liquid, cringing at the sight of it. "This looks concerning," she whispered to herself, staring at the syringe. Ryland made a sound and she froze in fear. Slowly she turned back to find him still asleep. "Goddess help me," she muttered, walking towards him with the poison in hand. She took his hands as she placed the syringe on his shoulder. Her heart pounded and just as she was about to inject the substance into him, his eyes peeled open. "What are you doing?" Ryland's voice came sharp and unexpected, making Serena freeze in shock. Her whole body trembled as she slowly stared to see a pair of glow
Serena sat in Ryland's room in dark purple lingerie. It had been so long since he had touched her and she found herself cringing at the thought. She sat on his bed passing a hand through her hair. Even though she hated to admit it, she was very nervous and anyone could see it with how sweaty she was. Letting out a groan, Serena went through her bag, pulling out her napkin. She dabbed her face and neck with it until she felt dry enough.Shoving the used napkin in the bag she took her phone staring at the text she had sent him. "Still no reply," she muttered, becoming impatient. She looked around his room trying to snoop for anything that could help Rodrigo, but found nothing; most of his drawers were either empty or locked. She let out a frustrated sigh, falling back on the bed. "Should I call?" She asked herself as she picked up her phone, but she thought against it and dropped it. A yawn left her lips and soon she fell asleep. The sound of the door being pushed open woke Serena u
Ryland stared at the elders in front of him. They had decided to meet up after Adam's death and this was one of the few times he had been free since then. Unfortunately, Adam's death still had no murderer tied to it. Even though he did play a vital role in the pack, a part of Ryland was happy he was dead. The plus side being that he didn't even have to do it. Ryland fought a yawn, staring straight ahead. He checked his wrist watch, mentally groaning when he found out that they had barely made it through half the time. The buzzing of his phone rang through the hall, and this made the elders halt in their discussion as they turned to stare at him. Some gave him bitter glares, but swallowed their words, not brave enough to say a word. Ryland apologized to them before picking his phone from the table. He had no intention of receiving the call, but seeing the contact name, he was shocked. Aaron?With that he got up, "You can go on without me," he said to the elder beside him, walking