Hazel's secret boyfriend

Hazel pulls a straw and uses it to sip her drink stylishly; she stares at Elijah and blushes. “You are going to make me choke on this, why are you glaring at me like that?” she asked and giggled.

Elijah smiled. “Well, it is fascinating to watch a pretty lady sip juice, or don’t you think so?” he said in a manly yet melodious voice and Hazel blushed even more.

Even though the man in question was sitting, anyone could tell that he was about 6,2ft and had the most beautiful blue eyes and they were set on Hazel like an eagle targeting its prey; his smile was contagious and simply breathtaking. He had this sharp jawline that every lady would droll and gush over; his black raven hair was dropping right below his neck and glittered under the bright light.

“Stop it already, you are making me shy,” Hazel confessed and stared down. Even for an extroverted werewolf, she couldn’t keep up with the stare down, his eyes were much more intimidating than her glowing yellow eyes.

She couldn’t understan