Ali.hazelwood Novels & Stories

Hazel's POV Two months later, I stood in front of a skyscraper in New Moon City's central business district. "Hazel, are you sure about this?" Lydia asked, eyeing the luxury building. "The rent here is insane." "Trust me," I said with confidence. "Our clients are Alphas and Princes. Power respects power. Our address isn't just a location; it's a statement of intent." The next month was a blur of setting up the firm.

She glanced at the screen, then answered. “Hello, this is Hazel Wood speaking.” A beat of silence passed, then her face lit up. “Wait, really?” she squeaked, nearly jumping out of her seat. “Oh, thank you — thank you so much!” Annabelle blinked in confusion as Hazel hung up, practically vibrating with excitement. “Hazel? What’s going on?” Hazel grabbed her hands, squeezing them tight. “Babe, you are not going to believe this — I finally found a charitable trust willing to sponsor Alan’s entire treatment!”

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.”

‘Get your obituaries ready because you are all fucking dead! Hazel giggles, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Her smile is beaming from ear to ear. “I was wondering, since your training is done, do you want to go to my private suite in the packhouse for a bit and chat? I know we have the Alpha meeting at noon, but there is still a bit of time before then.” “Sorry. I got some alpha duties to attend too which involves me making phone calls right up til the Alpha meeting.” I turn away from her and walk towards the gym shower, but Hazel just trails along. Her heels clicking on the concrete.

However, when I arrive at their house, the guards at the gates say that Hazel isn’t home, but none of them wanna say where she’s at. I head to the main branch of her cosmetic store, but she’s not there either. According to her secretary, she’s still on leave and will be back once she gets her sons back. The only option I can think of is to trail Marius after work. His car enters a subdivision, then a mansion. If I’m not mistaken this mansion is owned by the man they call, Albert Montgomery. I know he is Hazel’s biological father, but why is Marius here? Is Hazel here too?

She decided to go see him at HG. Aliya arrived at Hendrix Global tower, the building was a monument of modern architecture, its sleek glass facade reflecting the vibrant skyline. The building seemed to pierce the sky, a testament to ambition and innovation. As Aliya stepped into the lobby, she was greeted by a spacious, brightly lit area. The floors were polished marble, reflecting the light from the massive crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. A long, curved reception desk made of dark wood stood against one wall, manned by smartly dressed receptionists with warm smiles. The air hummed with quiet efficiency as people moved purposefully, a blend of corporate professionalism and

"The lunch rush took all the other tables, and I have exactly fifteen minutes before my pottery kiln finishes its cycle." "Please, go ahead," I smiled warmly, gesturing to the chair. She sat down and let out a happy sigh. "Thank you. I am Hazel, by the way. I own the art studio right next door." "I am Sienna," I replied. "It is lovely to meet you, Sienna," Hazel beamed. She took a bite of her muffin. She did not recognize me. She did not know I was the Alpha's wife or the Lead Architect. She just saw another woman drinking coffee. It felt incredibly refreshing.

But well, schoolyard bullies have nothing on trained werewolves even if they haven’t shifted yet. “Fine… I’ll talk to Silvercloud. He’s usually the least busy of them,” I sigh, conceding. “Thank you!” Alex grinned. Well, as much of a grin as he could muster with the split in his bottom lip. “Morning, Luna. Morning Luna’s friend,” Holly bowed in greeting. I noticed that briefly, she looked at Alex. It was only brief, but she did check him out. I won’t call her out. I know she’s happily mated with Nigel.

she said, rolling off the bed of onions, "Let's work out what to do next." The truck was in a dark warehouse. The only light came from a door with a small window leading out to a dim-lit hallway. "It's open," she whispered, "We must have gone through the security on the way into this warehouse." I smiled again and we slipped into the hallway. I followed Allison as we ran along it. She was so light on her feet and I tried to have the same elegance but I'm sure I could ever be as smooth as her. When we first heard a guard's footsteps, we both froze.

As a result, they do not have offspring to continue their lineage. We walked out of the party hall, with him trailing behind me, and moved away from the bustling crowd. The two guards cast questioning glances our way, but I paid them no mind. Determinedly, I made my way towards the elevator. Stepping inside, I pressed the button for the top floor, my gaze fixed on the closing doors. “Alpha Hawthorne…”