Below Zero Ali Hazelwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

~Valentina~ Hazie has been gone for five weeks. She communicates with us all the time with a new cellphone Eden got for her, which surprised the hell out of us. She's too far away to mindlink, so we frequently talk on the phone. I hate not being able to feel her or smell her scent while I fall asleep. Tae is always gone, working with the Royal Kings from other territories to ensure Hazel is unharmed, as she is not a threat. Sleeping without both of my mates is making me more depressed every day. Carlie and our parents have been as helpful as they can be with Lucas. I haven't been as patient as I should be for him, so I feel like I'm failing as a mother. This depression is taking over my mind

Alan was at the pool table, cue stick in hand, sleeves rolled, hair slightly messy like he’d run his hands through it a thousand times. Kade stood nearby, beer in one hand, the other holding chalk for his stick. He looked up and smiled the second he saw me. “Well damn,” he said, setting the chalk down on the ledge. “So you’re the infamous Hazel.” I stepped in, tugging the sleeves of the hoodie awkwardly. “Guilty.” Kade walked over, sticking his hand out. “Nice to meet the woman who tamed the beast.” I took his hand, tried to smile even though my face was on fire. “I’m still figuring out if that’s a compliment.”

“Then let’s end it.” But Ezra hesitated. This wasn’t just about finishing what his father started. This was about protecting Alma. And maybe, somehow SAVING SAPPHIRE. The Zurich Descent Three hours later, they stood before Vault Zero again. But this time, something was wrong. The outer layer was gone. Blasted open. Bodies of hired mercenaries lay strewn across the ice, burned, broken, erased. Roman muttered, “Someone got here first.” Ezra nodded grimly.

The immediate threat had been systematically dismantled, neutralized, and cowed into absolute submission. My attention—and every drop of my hyper-activated alpha focus—snapped entirely back to Hazel. She stood by the large, arched window overlooking the dark expanse of the southern river valley, watching the cold moonlight ripple across the water. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her hands were steady, but the immense, crushing weight of the past three days—the long ride through the freezing canyons, the ambush in the snow, the brutal infiltration of the estate—was finally beginning to demand its toll.

"It takes eleven seconds to clear the cache. If you hit the manual drop now, the Zurich logs are gone. The Delaware wire logs are gone. Your mother stays in the clinic, your father keeps the Mayfair liquidity, and Mr. Blackwood goes back to Baltimore with his company intact but his hands completely empty." The room seemed to grow colder as she spoke, the hum of the dead server racks leaving nothing but the high-frequency click of the terminal transformer to fill the space between them. Elias could feel the weight of the utility knife in his pocket, the hard, metal edge pressing against his hip like a reminder of the kitchen uptown, of the white silk tie he’d left on the counter like a skin h

“You're just like your shameless mother. Instead of learning anything decent, you learned how to seduce other people's husbands! “When we were neighbors, my husband felt sorry for you and your widowed mother. He drove you to work and school whenever he could. Your mother kept talking about how she’d never be able to repay our kindness, but behind our backs, she was trying to crawl into my husband's bed! “If Zach’s father hadn’t stood firm, that shameless woman would’ve succeeded after drugging him! For the sake of both our families’ reputations, we buried the whole thing. We thought once you moved away, we’d never have to deal with you again!

I’m several thousand dollars richer and about to settle into a penthouse. And to think: only a few short months ago, I was sobbing as I scrambled to pick up the shattered ashes of a life I thought I wanted. “I gotta get back to work,” Hazel sighs. She casts one last glance around the office and chuckles. “Let me know if he comes crashing in on a parachute. Or a pumpkin carriage. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he sweeps you off to some magical palace and goes down on you for five hours straight.”

I try to ignore all of them without even stopping. I just need to walk out from here, and it all will be okay. Take a deep breath Hazel. "Yup, that's my Hazel... the one with the white shirt and black jeans, stops her for me please-" No. NO NO NO. Did he just do that??? "I believe I had something to return to you!!!" Oh fuck.

Hazel chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my threat. "You mean the mate who has fallen for my fiancé?" Hazel raised an eyebrow. "I think we're in for a bloodbath, because my fiancé won't let her go. Believe me, I despise her, and I want her out of this packhouse. But Ryder refuses to leave her, and Zelda, well, she wouldn't want to lay eyes on you, let alone be with you," Hazel revealed. Her words pierced my heart, yet I remained resolute in my determination to rescue Zelda, no matter the cost or the blood spilled.

I woke up before dawn with an unfamiliar tightness in my chest. By sunrise, Jaden was already waiting in my office. He placed a thick folder on my desk. “Hazel Hudson, 18 years old. Lives with her mother, Dottie West, and older brother Lucas in the southern district. Low-income neighborhood. Their father left years ago.” I opened the folder. Photos, documents, financial records spilled across the desk.