Bride Ali Hazelwood Book 2 Release Date Novels & Stories

Liam chuckled darkly, “Hazel, you gave another man your body before we finalized the divorce. Did you really love me?” “Liam, you know that's not true.” I whimpered, clutching my heart in pain, “You know that's not true. I'm not the one in the picture.” “You're going to deny this now?” He smirked, taking a few steps closer. He lowered his gaze and fixed his eyes on me, “I, Liam Brooks, Alpha of the blackwoods pack, reject you, Hazel Hale as my fated mate.” “No!” A shrill cry escaped my lips as this hot simmering pain pierced my heart, knocking all breath out of me. Liam simply stared at me with no visible expression in his eyes, “Accept the rejection.”

She looks nervous, “The madam is calling you down for lunch?” I stare at her stunned, “I thought I wasn’t allowed to -” Her face blanches and I see something like fear it, “The Alpha showed up two hours ago. He was very angry.” She doesn’t seem inclined to add much more and so I quickly dress and hurry downstairs, only to be greeted by a somber atmosphere and a horrifying sight. Vivian’s face is badly bruised as she sits calmly at the lunch table. Her eyes are carefully blank, “Sit down. You must be hungry.”

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We walked over to our cubicle and took our seats and waited for the waiter to come get our orders. “So, Miss Prima Ballerina,” Angel folded her hands under her chin and gave me a wide grin. “A little birdie told me the wedding is going to be help in two weeks or less.” “You’ve heard?” I blinked at them in surprise. “Damn! There goes my surprise.” “Of course!” Rika said excitedly. “Ms. Stonewall had kept us well informed. Just look at you! Working for Barry and Joseph’s Ballet Troup and also engaged! You have everything you’ve always wanted!”

(Sienna) My phone had forty-seven notifications. Then fifty-two. Then sixty, in the time it took me to process that number. The first thing I saw was a headline. SWIFT SCANDAL: Billionaire dumps bride at altar for her SISTER — and we have the receipts. Below it, grainy but unmistakable: a hotel corridor. A man pressing a woman against a wall. His hand in her hair. Her hands at his shirt. Me. Six weeks ago. Heathrow.

Something inside me whispered, find him… find him… he’s yours… I stripped off my clothes, the air on my skin doing nothing to cool the heat that pulsed through me. A knock.I opened the door. Lucian. Not the confused one from before. This one—Alpha, predatory, claiming. He pressed me against the wall, mouth crushing mine, tongue searching, teeth grazing. “I will make you mine, Hazel,” he breathed against my lips. “It’s… my first time,” I whispered. “It won’t hurt,” he said. And yet, it hurts. Pleasure and pain tangled, intoxicating.

Suddenly, I realized I had seen the document before. Right before the Hunting Festival, I had watched Sophia hide it away. However, I had been too confident, too distracted by the thought of finally seeing Emma again, to care about whatever Sophia was up to back then. Now, her signature was there in black ink—she had officially requested to sever our mate bond. A searing pain tore through my chest, spreading to every place where she had once marked me. It felt like I was burning alive from the inside out.

Or I thought I did. But watching Blaine pace the floor with frantic eyes, hearing him bark out orders, seeing the urgency in his every move... It was like watching a man possessed. Men don’t look like that over graves. Not empty ones, anyway. And that’s when it hit me. Hazel isn’t dead. She’s out there, somewhere, breathing and walking and still carrying his babies, if I had anything to say about it. She escaped once. A mistake, one I paid for in sleepless nights and hollow kisses. But now that I knew she was alive... maybe I could fix it.

The same woman she had pushed out of this circle on half-truths murmured in the darkness and tactfully sowed seeds of doubt. The woman she'd scratched out of the books and pronounced crazy. The bride she'd exiled from a house that by birth just as much as Rowan's was mine. But most of all, I wanted her to understand that if she had thought the worst was behind her, if she had thought her victory was guaranteed and her secrets secure, she was about to discover just how miserably in error she'd been. I smiled. Not the gentle, rehearsed smile I'd been employing as a facade for months now, but a cold and savage and flat-out terrifying one.

I didn't like where she led the conversation to. I hated to hear about the business alliance, especially when it felt like a booty call time minutes before. I watched Carey’s mouth move in rhythms and all I could think about was sex. Like the last time she came home, and the probably the first time Aliyah stumbled on us together. The thought of Aliyah immediately brought alongside a wave of memories. The night before the fake marriage to my brother, the night at the hotel. She had finished her call with both her mom and Carey, and she was ready to give me one too. I was just coming out of the bathroom, and soon felt my breathing increase as she moved closer to me, her hands just few inches a