Chapter 5 5
Hazel’s POV
I stood in the rain, feeling more alone than ever. The cold drops soaked my clothes, but the chill inside me was worse. I felt like a disgrace, tossed out by the only family I knew. No one wanted me.
Then, a memory flashed in my mind. The mysterious man had given me his number, telling me to call if I needed help. With shaky fingers, I dialed. “Hello,” I said when he picked up. “I…” My voice trailed off, lost in my sadness.
“Turn around. You’d see a black car. Come meet there,” he said. I turned quickly, and there it was—a sleek black car waiting for me. Hope stirred in my chest as I walked over and opened the door, stepping inside to escape the storm outside.
I sat in the front seat as the car pulled away. I took one last look at my father's house, knowing I might not come back after what I decided today.
In the distance, I noticed Adrian watching us through the window, with Thalia beside him holding his arm. A strong feeling of anger and jealousy washed over me.
They could finally be together; this was what they always wanted, right? Thaila, are you cold?" the mysterious man asked, bringing me back to reality. I turned away from Adrian and my memories to face him.
"Yeah, I'm a little cold, but I'll manage," I said softly. He nodded and kept driving, the car filled with silence.
Alpha Draven’s POV
I struggled to find the right words, knowing she had been through something really tough. As I glanced at her face, I noticed a fingerprint mark on her cheek.
Someone had hurt her, and that thought made me feel angry. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and drove faster. After a moment, I saw her eyes close, her head slowly drooping to one side.
"Hazel!" I called out. "Hey, Hazel, can you hear me?" No answer came; her eyes stayed shut. Worried, I reached over and touched her neck, feeling that she was burning up.
“Shit," I muttered under my breath, panic rising in me.
Without thinking twice, I slammed on the brakes, swerving toward my private suite as fast as I could while grabbing my phone. "Noah, where are you?" I shouted, my heart racing with fear.
"At the pack, Master Draven. Is something wrong?" Noah’s voice was filled with surprise; he had never heard me sound so frantic.
“Just come over to my private suite. I’m bringing someone," I replied before hanging up, my focus shifting back to the road. Moments later, I arrived at my suite, the rain lightly drizzling on the stone path, creating little puddles that splashed beneath my feet.
I scooped Hazel up effortlessly, carrying her into my private room. I quickly found some dry clothes, gently removing her soaked shirt and replacing it with something warmer before laying her down on the bed.
“Noah, keep her safe. I can’t lose her," I urged, desperation in my voice. The old doctor nodded slowly, his expression calm and reassuring, ready to help.
I sat there, anxiety gnawing at me. The thought of losing her was unbearable. I recalled the old witch's warning, whispering to myself, "No, not after everything I've done."
Just then, Noah stepped out, his face steady and calm. I always found it hard to read him, which made me uneasy, but I knew Noah was the best doctor among werewolves.
"What’s going on?" I asked urgently.
“Take a breath, Master Draven. It’s just exhaustion, exposure, and a few other issues," Noah replied, his tone soothing.
“A few other issues? Like what?" Draven pressed, worry creeping into his voice.
"Well, she has some damage to her right foot. It looks like physical trauma and several cuts that weren’t treated properly have caused some deformity in her leg," Noah explained.
"And it seems she hasn’t called on her wolf in a long time. She really needs to rest to recover," he said, his eyes serious.
“And lastly, she’s with child,” Noah concluded.
“What do you mean she’s with child?” I asked, unable to comprehend what I just heard.
I just couldn’t shake the thought—how could she be with a child? Her parents? Surely they would have known but they still threw her out with nothing on her name.
Questions swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a storm. Did they abandon her, or were they simply unaware of the life growing within her? Each thought tugged at me, making the air feel heavier.
“With the way everything is, I think she had a miscarriage a few months ago, wherever she was. She wasn’t treated properly also.”
“I found out she had a vanishing twin syndrome where she was pregnant with twins but lost one of the children while the other one lived without her knowing.” I was completely confused by what he just said.
I had never heard such a thing since I was born. How come? I thought. I was actually short of words. “Make sure she’s okay,” I instructed, my heart racing with concern.
Noah met my gaze, determination in his eyes. “I’ll check on her later,” he promised. I knew this was going to be very hard for Hazel after everything that was going on in her life right now.
Being rejected, abandoned, and now discovering she was still pregnant would be really hard to take in, if at all she knows about it already. Noah was an expert and also a friend, so I trust him.
I have to make sure she gets all the care she needs because I need her more than she can ever imagine. She has to be okay for me to be okay. Today was really a hectic one, so I went back to my room, trying to rest for the day.
I sat in my room, lost in thought. Everything felt so strange. I had been gone for a long time, and getting used to everything again would be tough. But deep down, I was happy to be back.
I tried to shake off my worries, but my thoughts kept returning to Hazel. She was always on my mind. She seemed so innocent, and I couldn’t understand why her family treated her so badly.
What could she have possibly done to deserve this? It didn't seem fair at all. Aside from that, there were so many things I needed to handle since I had returned fully, but for now, I craved a good sleep.
Just then my phone beeped, and when I looked at it, it was a new message from an anonymous person. "Hello handsome, heard you're back, and I can't wait to see you." Just from reading, I knew who it was.