Hazel Wood

"Dr. Red. Ambulance is on its way with two incoming. A male and a female. Badly injured. Dr. Orth will be taking over the female, as she is in worse shape. You'll need to prepare a room for the male." That moment altered Rosalind Red's life forever. The man brought into her hospital was none other than James Wood, heir of Wood Industries, and Rosa's father's rival company. Unknowing to Rosa, James was also an Alpha to a pack that had just been destroyed. The woman brought in with him that night was none other than his mate, Marina. Rosalind Red was raised blissfully unaware of the supernatural world. When James awoke from a coma; Rosa was hooked. It was love at first sight. James' grandfather gave him an ultimatum to take over the family company; Get married, settle down, and have kids. The only problem.... His mate lay in a coma and wasn't improving. Rosalind propositioned James in the hopes that time would make him feel the connection that she couldn't explain. But after three years; Marina woke up from her coma, shaking the very ground that Rosalind and James' marriage was built on.

Following a challenging period of rejection and divorce during her early marriage, Hazel faced numerous obstacles while taking care of her younger twin siblings, Daisy and Zayn. However, her determination led her to secure her dream job, prompting her to relocate to a different city in search of a fresh start and the potential for lasting love. Yet, her plans were swiftly overturned when she discovered that her new boss happened to be her ex-husband. The man who had callously rejected her with no explanation was unbelievably the one who offered her a position, fully aware of her identity from the start. Necessity compelled her to accept the job; for it was his financial support that she depended on for survival. Now, she found herself tangled in a complicated web - contending with his new girlfriend, a coworker who harbored affection for her, and a ruthless rival of her ex-husband who would stop at nothing to lure her away. Harnessing resilience and fortitude, could she navigate these challenges without completely losing her sanity?

Detective Casie Blackwood thought she'd left her supernatural past behind when she joined the police force ten years ago, fleeing the shame of public mate rejection and family abandonment. Now, ritualistic murders are forcing her back into a world she desperately wanted to forget. Three human victims have been discovered with surgical precision wounds and ancient symbols carved into their palms—markings that point to forbidden blood magic from before the supernatural communities established peaceful coexistence. When Casie finds a note written in the old pack language reading "The Hunt Begins," she realizes someone is deliberately targeting humans to harvest their primal fear, threatening to expose the entire supernatural world. Partnered with Detective Rick O'Connor, who remains unaware of her true nature, Casie must navigate the investigation while concealing her enhanced senses and knowledge of the supernatural. The wounds aren't from blades—they're fang marks. The positioning isn't random—it's ritualistic. And the killer's scent carries a terror that suggests they're being hunted by something even more dangerous. Forced to break ten years of silence, Casie contacts her estranged brother Elias, learning the symbols are ancient binding marks used to channel supernatural energy across factional boundaries. The killer needs seven sacrifices total to complete a ritual that will shatter the barriers between the human and supernatural worlds. With three victims already claimed and only four days until the next lunar cycle, time is running out. As federal agents circle and media attention intensifies, Casie must choose between maintaining her carefully constructed human life and embracing the supernatural heritage she rejected. The investigation isn't just about stopping a killer—it's about preventing an all-out war that could destroy both worlds she's sworn to protect.

Ivy Sinclair never expected her father's last desperate move to be selling her off like a pawn—to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. Lucien Blackwood doesn't believe in love. But he believes in power, and marrying Ivy gives him just that—until the fire in her eyes threatens to melt the ice around his heart. Their vows are signed in ink and built on lies. She’s determined to protect her soul. He’s hiding demons that could destroy them both. But what starts as a calculated business arrangement spirals into a dangerous obsession. Secrets bleed. Betrayals burn. And when the past comes back with blood on its hands, their fragile union may be the only thing standing between survival and ruin. He owns her name. She could own his heart. But only if they don’t destroy each other first. In this house of fortune, love is the most dangerous currency.

Not any seconds have passed , when he didn't think about Hazel, although he have a urge to taint her soul; to imprison her in his cage forever, but one thing was sure which hasn't changed in these restless years_ his lust for her body.

"So just to destroy our upcoming union, you were willing to get pregnant for just anybody. Bad girl," he mocked as he poured the wine inside a glass. My eyes widened as he turned and my brain registered his face.    "Alpha Ace-"    Within seconds, he was at my side and his hand was wrapped around my throat. "Be careful, gattina. You're mine now. And nothing you do can change that." ******    In a reckless act of defiance, Natalie Robbie, the daughter of the Alpha of the red wood pack, gambled her future union on a forbidden night of passion. Little did she know that her impulsive encounter would lead to a shocking revelation—the stranger she yearned for was none other than Alpha Ace, the ruthless Alpha of Alphas—and her husband to be.  Bound by a twisted twist of fate, Natalie and Alpha Ace are forced into an arranged marriage for the peace of both packs. With lies, secrets, and dangerous threats lurking around, can they unravel the mysteries surrounding them and start a love that defies all odds? Or will the dangerous path they tread on tear them apart?

Robert and Steven are both friends. Everyday, they will barrel of laugh to play their game and guitar. Some of the people would consider them; they are both brothers. In the Remark town, there is a new visitor from the other town known as her contemporary name Leah: kind, prepossessing woman, ambitious, and sophisticated as well. Currently, she is staying to her cousin known as her name Menchie. This woman is bashful except to her cousin. In the evening, Steven did not go to Robert’s house due to his new plan; to court Menchie, Leah’s cousin so that he can stay closely with Leah. However, Menchie did not give the nod to her heart because she prefers Steven rather than him. Steven keeps a weather eye on the changing behavior of Robert. One night, Steven sees his cousin who is staying closely with Leah. To that, he thinks to his cousin has bitten on the side on him. Since Robert knows already his knock on the wood to court Leah.

Sam and I have been married for ten years. He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision. The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa. The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?] Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel. My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding. When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

Away from the humans region and far deep into the wood is another world entirely. A place where werewolves and mystical creatures resides, a place called woodland. Woodland was divided into four packs and each pack has it's ruler and it's werewolves. Different scents but the same ability. Icy pack, Merry pack , Land pack and lastly wood pack. Out of all this four packs mentioned was a very one which was forbidden to enter. Icy pack. It was said to be a place were a monster reside, the domain of an enigma, a werewolf who shouldn't have been born, Lycan , also known as the Big bad wolf. He was Born from a werewolf, Myth, the First founder of Icy pack and a human. His birth was considered a disaster and so he was cursed by the moon goddess. Instead of blood , Lycan has silver running through his vein. He was bestowed upon a terrible beauty vastly different from anyone ever lived, that , the moon goddess said would be the architect of his greatest problem. Now there lived Amelia, a clumsy, cheerful daughter of the ruler of Merry pack. She had been living a Rosy life all through until one fateful night Lycan arrived on her door step to claim her as his mate. Lycan! The name alone held all the mysteries and twists in the world. Fated to the forbidden Werewolf was like a terrible nightmare for Amelia who never associate with evil. Luckily for her, Maynard, Lycan's step brother who is also her Best friend walk into their bond, interrupting the tensed fate. He offered himself to Amelia who clearly needed a way out of any Ill Bond with the cursed werewolf, Lycan. Would the Big bad wolf watch as his mate was claimed by another? ... Not so sure

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.