Mia's POV As consciousness slowly returned, dragging me up from the depths of darkness, I was engulfed in a swirling whirlwind of confusion and panic. My heart hammered against my chest like a wild beast desperate to break free, and the air felt thick and suffocating, as if I were trapped beneath an oppressive weight.I jolted awake, my heart racing in my chest, I found myself gasping for air, clawing desperately at the sheets that tangled around me like a suffocating shroud. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm my senses as I struggled to make sense of the darkness that enveloped me.With a sudden gasp, I shot upright in bed, my body thrashing and convulsing as I fought to break free from the suffocating grip of my nightmares. I clawed even more desperately at the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric with a desperate urgency, as if trying to claw my way out of the darkness that threatened to consume me whole, and I distinctly heard it rip.But as I
Mia's POVAs the weight of the night's events pressed down upon me, I turned to Mabel with a furrowed brow, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "Did you see anyone when you came in?" I asked, my words barely more than a whisper.Mabel shook her head, her expression troubled. "No, Mia," she replied, her voice tinged with concern. "And the window was closed too. It is as though... like whatever or whoever it was, it just vanished into thin air."A shiver ran down my spine at her words, a cold dread settling in the pit of my stomach. "That is... unsettling," I murmured, my thoughts racing with the possibilities of what could have been lurking in the darkness of my room. "I don't understand how... Why..."Now I feared going back to sleep. Whatever dream I had was no simple nightmare, I felt - I was still terrified of having it once more. Not to mention that someone might had been in my room just moments ago.But before I could dwell further on the matter, Mabel reached out a hand, her to
Hazel's POVThe rage burned within me like a blazing inferno, consuming my every thought and action as I prowled the confines of my chamber like a caged beast. Phelan's action festered like a wound, gnawing at the core of my being with its bitter sting. How dare Phelan take what was rightfully mine? How dare he withhold the key to unlocking the power that I so desperately craved?Phelan, that treacherous cur, dared to take what was rightfully mine – the corrupted creature that I had captured with my own hands. And not only that, but he still refuses to hand over the guard that I wanted. The very thought of his defiance sends a surge of rage coursing through my veins, a primal fury that threatens to consume me whole.I clenched my fists, the muscles in my jaw working furiously as I struggled to contain the tempest of fury that raged within me. Phelan's treachery had struck a blow to my pride, a wound that cut deeper than any physical injury could ever hope to inflict. And yet, even as
Hazel's POV"I... I ... I am sorry," she all but murmured as she approached.But as she came closer, I realised that I might as well make someone else uncomfortable since I was not in the best of moods myself. And so I put on a facade of sweetness, a mask of false kindness to hide the contempt that simmered beneath the surface."Ah, Selene, my dear," I said, my voice dripping with obviously false charm as she set the tray down on the table beside me. "How thoughtful of you to bring me food."Selene flinched at my words, her movements hesitant as she avoided my gaze. It was almost amusing to watch her squirm under my scrutiny, to see her discomfort writ large upon her face. But I had little patience for her cowardice, little tolerance for her weakness."You're welcome, Hazel," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper as she busied herself with arranging the dishes on the tray.I watched her for a moment, taking in the way she avoided my gaze, the way she flinched at every wor
Hazel's POVSelene recoiled at my callousness, her eyes widening in shock at my heartless words. "But Hazel, she's my mother," she protested weakly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Oh come on. The way she was acting you would think I was some bigoted villain and an unforgivable wife beater. Well I guess I was the latter... But she deserves it and so it hardly counts. I snorted derisively, my patience wearing thin. Really, who gave this bitch wings today? "And you are my wife," I reminded her sharply, my voice cold and unyielding. "The Luna of Blood Moon. Your place is by my side, and nowhere else. Your family should be of no consequence to either of us."But despite my harsh words, Selene persisted, her determination unwavering as she continued to plead her case. "But Hazel, she's all alone. She needs me," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation."You will not leave this house," I reiterated, my voice dripping with menace as I leaned in closer to Selene. "If you try to
Hazel's POVAs I stepped out of the grand gates of the palace, the bustling streets of the capital city stretched out before me like a vibrant tapestry, each thread woven with the sights, sounds, and smells of life in the kingdom. The setting sun beat down upon the cobblestone streets, casting long shadows across the bustling marketplace as merchants called out their wares and eager shoppers haggled for the best deals.I strode purposefully through the streets. While my presence would normally be commanding the attention of all who crossed my path, decided I would rather just take things mildly today.. As the alpha King, I was used to the stares and whispers that followed in my wake, the murmurs of reverence and fear that echoed through the city like a chorus of voices.But as I made my way through the winding streets, my mind was far from the adulation of my subjects. I wanted to clear my head, and it had popped into my mind to do so with a little stroll, and being recognised would n
Hazel's POVI could have simply turned a blind eye to the unfolding drama, allowing the petty feud to play out without interference. But where was the fun in that? No, if there was one thing I relished above all else, it was the opportunity to meddle in the affairs of my enemies—to sow discord and chaos wherever I went, just to spite Alpha Phelan if nothing else. There was a limit to how badly or rudely I could treat Damian but that did not apply when I was not Alpha King Hazel.As I watched them run, I felt a surge of anticipation course through my veins. The thrill of the chase beckoned to me, a primal urge that stirred within me like a hungry beast, urging me to pursue the quarry that lay before me.The people that had caught my attention were running with a sense of urgency, their footsteps echoing through the deserted streets as they fled from an unseen pursuer. I couldn't help but wonder what had driven them to such desperate measures, what secrets they carried that warranted su
Hazel's POVThe Silver Hands members froze in their tracks, their faces contorted with a mixture of surprise and unease at my sudden appearance. I could feel their eyes on me, wary and distrustful, as they sized me up with a cautious wariness that only fueled my amusement."Well, well, well," I drawled, my voice dripping with mock sweetness as I sauntered towards them, my cloak billowing behind me like the wings of a vulture. "What do we have here? A pack of Silver Hands members causing trouble in my city? How...delightful."The members exchanged uneasy glances, their hands instinctively reaching for the weapons at their sides as they squared off against me, their expressions a mixture of defiance and fear. But beneath their bravado, I could sense the tremor of uncertainty in their voices, the lingering doubt that gnawed at the edges of their resolve."Alpha Hazel," one of them ventured, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness as he addressed me with a begrudging respect. "This do