"Gods, no." Hazel shook her head in the direction of the gown Kai neatly folded on the bed. "No," she repeated, shaking her head. "You don't expect me to wear that, do you?" "It's a beautiful dress. You will look good in it." Kai picked it up and held it against his body. "Look at the glitters." "And cleavage-exposing cups," Hazel added with a grimace. "And a long slit that will show..." She stopped. There was no need to tell Kai all that, after all, he knew nothing about women's fashion. The dress was probably picked by one of the pack's women. "I thought you will like it." Kai shrugged. "Since you will be meeting the entire pack tonight, I thought it will be important for you to appear beautiful. Though you will be very beautiful with or without the dress." For a moment, Hazel amusingly knitted her brows. Then she burst into laughter." How did you meet Dallan?" she asked. Kai looked lost. "I don't understand." "I said how did you meet Dallan, the alpha?" Kai frowned.
Dallan gasped; his jaw almost touched the ground. He felt a surge of his wolf, an excited dance of jubilation in his guts. The moon seemed to shine brighter, or maybe it was just his eyes. The feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins was soon replaced with a feeling of peace and serenity. It was a familiar feeling. He had always felt that way whenever his mother hugged him. As a child, feeling undefeatable in her arms was an everyday occurrence. That was the same feeling that attacked Dallan when he set eyes on Hazel. Her choice of dress—he doubted if it was her choice—left very little to the imagination. Very little. The green net covering the white body-hugging dress not only outlined Hazel's shape but her eyes as well. The green of her eyes perfectly matched the dress to the extent that the colour of her eyes was evident from afar—not considering the sharp eyesight of his specie. She wore a stiletto, also green in colour. Hazel stopped walking. The stares she was receiving
Hazel gasped and shot away from her chair with her palm clasped over her mouth. Dallan's face was creased in pain, his palm pressed tightly over his stomach. The celebration crashed. Everyone ran forward at the same time. Hazel had always heard about the agility of wolves. She saw it in action. Even in their normal form, they ran way faster than an average human. She almost mistook Kai for a gust of wind. The beta was the first to stand beside Dallan even though he had stayed at the back. "Is he okay?!" "My alpha?!!" "Alpha Dallan!" Hazel stood still, petrified as questions rang from all directions. The sentries were pushing the people away from Dallan to prevent crushing him. It did not work. Some people managed to get past the human wall. They were repeatedly pushed back. "Is he okay?" Hazel asked in alarm. She shivered. Dallan looked so tired. In that split second, she imagined something happening to him. Like death. The thought made her heart beat fast. She could not give a
Hazel's mouth formed a wide 'O' as she stood in front of what Dallan had called a garden. She had never seen such a beautiful harmony of flowers in her entire life. The garden looked like the goddess' liar. Beautiful flowers that Hazel had no idea of were planted in rows, leaving space in between each for passage. Her love for Dallan rose another bit. A man with a love of nature would appreciate life—and what it had to offer. Hazel walked forward. The milky glow from the moon reflected the colors in beautifully bright hues. Hazel felt like snapping all the lampstands off. The natural light from above gave out the real beauty of the garden."This is beautiful," she murmured. Dallan heard her."I am happy you like it." Even without turning, Hazel knew that he was smiling. The tone of his voice held pride and satisfaction. He seemed very happy that she appreciated the beauty of his pack, or was it just her imagination? Hazel ran her hand on some of the flowers at the front. A little
She would kill him if care wasn't taken. Dallan's thoughts ran wild as he closed his eyes to get back some decent amount of fresh air. His mind ran in all directions. For some moments, he couldn't think straight. And he knew it was Hazel's fault. How did a handjob feel so pleasurable? Dallan exhaled softly and opened his eyes. Hazel's face swam into view. "Are you okay?" she asked. Dallan scoffed. "You have successfully made my limbs immobile, at least for the next five minutes." Hazel chuckled. "I did nothing," she said in defense. "I gave you a handjob, that's all." "Nah..." Dallan was shaking his head from side to side. "You drew out every last drop of my soul. I can almost feel my thighs vibrating." "Shut up." Hazel smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Her hair fell over his chest. Dallan caressed her back and neck. He pulled her closer. As if Hazel realized what she was doing, she pulled back. "Please, don't go," Dallan begged in a low voice. "Stay with me." Hazel tucked
Dallan ended up summoning Drab to get him drinks from the celebration. He sat by his window, drinking and taking in the view of the peaceful night. Even though his heart wasn't in any way at peace. He just told Hazel that they should pursue the attraction between them. He had taken a bold step into the next phase of his life. What would this mean for him? Dallan continued to slowly sip on his drink until the noise from the square started dying down. It came as a surprise that the people wanted to stop partying by midnight. At once, Dallan knew what could be the reason for their early departure. He was the reason. They did not want to disturb him. Dallan smiled. So considerate of them. It was a good thing they stopped because he needed silence to think and reflect. Nobody prepared him for this phase of life. No one told him that it would be this draining. Or was he the one draining his strength, thinking over something very inconsequential? Dallan tried to imagine what his moth
Wolves were very fast. And they had a good sense of hearing. Hazel did not get within ten feet of Dallan before the door burst open and men came running in. She recognized some of the guards. Kai was among them. They all rushed to help Dallan. Hazel stepped back. "I'm fine," Dallan grumbled as they tried lifting him. The robe he wore had come loose, revealing a black short underneath. The part of his chest that the hot liquid scalded had turned red. Dallan lifted himself from the floor. "I am fine," he repeated. "I fell from the chair." The chair was beyond repair. One of the guards gathered the pieces and bowed respectfully before leaving the room. The more concerned ones made sure that Dallan wasn't in any form of pain before they left. "What happened?" Kai asked when all the other men had stepped out. "I just told you that I fell. You saw the chair, didn't you?" Dallan did not allow Hazel to give her part of the story. "I need to take my bath and run Hazel through my schedu
Dallan knew he was about to do something that would change his life forever. This was a woman he hardly knew anything about, someone he wanted to take a day at a time with. He couldn't tell if she had siblings or if she was was an only child, or her favorite food and color, yet he wanted to fuck her. His dick seemed to have taken over his senses. And that seemed to always happen whenever he was with her. His intense gaze on her was making her uncomfortable. He saw the nervously repeated swipe of her palm against her dress. Before he had time to think of his actions, he stumbled forward. Hazel backed away. Dallan felt his heart beat fast until he feared it would rip past his ribcage. Explaining the excitement he always felt with Hazel was like trying to find the source of air. He couldn't explain the attraction. One look at her and he would get lost in a trance where she was all he saw. Or he would get as hard as a brick, straining against the materials he wore. Just like he was