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Just when Hazel thought it was all over, Cyril initiated another round of excitement. Hazel felt the sensitivity and vulnerability between her legs, yearning for Cyril to fulfill her desires. Yet, Cyril held back.

Cyril’s lips lingered on every inch of Hazel’s skin. She had lost count of how many times this had happened. Her legs were trembling from exhaustion, and her eyes were shaking. She could do nothing but lie there.

When Hazel felt all the sensations vanish, she couldn’t endure any longer. Her thoughts, though hazy, clung to a hint of consciousness. Cyril carried her back to the bed, and the softness of it beckoned Hazel to drift into slumber. She closed her eyes as the room still carried the scent of their shared excitement.

It wasn’t until the massive glass window allowed sunlight to cast itself upon the bed that Hazel stirred. She shifted, her movements causing discomfort and a frown on her face.

Hazel rubbed her forehead and slowly sat up. Her hand shielded her eyes from the blinding light as she recollected the events of the previous night. She was grateful she hadn’t spent the night in the bathtub. It seemed that Cyril still held some mercy for her.

The events from last night had left Hazel’s cheeks flushed. Various positions had brought her to multiple climaxes, and she constantly yearned for more. She wished that Cyril would completely consume her, but he never did.

“Hazel, be patient,” were the words that lingered in her mind.

She had no idea how to be patient or how long she should wait, but she was now well aware that Cyril held all the power. He possessed everything.

“Good morning, Hazel,” Cyril’s voice suddenly sounded.

Hazel, lost in her thoughts, was startled and quickly turned her head.

Cyril lay beside her, having spent the night with her.

“Cyril,” Hazel murmured softly.

“I’ve never seen such a sexy Alpha,” Rita cheered in Hazel’s mind, brimming with excitement.

“Me neither,” Hazel’s cheeks reddened once more. She couldn’t deny Cyril’s allure. His well-developed muscles shivered with each movement, and his naked body resembled a sculpted masterpiece. Hazel saw no flaws in him.

“Are you afraid of me?” Cyril rolled onto his side, pulling Hazel close, and the sheets slipped away due to his movement. He noticed the glimmer in Hazel’s eyes.

“No,” Hazel struggled to find the right words. How could she explain her enchantment?

Cyril’s every aspect attracted her, exciting her nerves and making her heart leap with joy. Now that he was lying naked in bed with her, Hazel couldn’t ignore her desire. Her gaze wandered over every inch of Cyril’s skin, a path that might lead her to lose control.

“Tell me, who do you belong to now?” Cyril stared directly into Hazel’s eyes, expecting a different answer.

Hazel bit her lower lip. After what had happened last night, she knew what Cyril was capable of. She also felt the sensitivity and pain in a particular part of her body. She feared she might not be able to handle more stimulation.

“You,” Hazel replied, turning her head away, avoiding Cyril’s gaze.

But Cyril caught her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I hope you’ll remember that,” Cyril left a kiss on Hazel’s cheek and then got out of bed, dressing in fresh clothes.

“Parrish told me the McGo Family got attacked, and I must return to the Pack House to handle this,” Cyril murmured.

He couldn’t believe someone had dared to attack the McGo Family. It was a foolish move.

Hazel’s eyes widened at the news of the attack. “Attacked the McGo Family? Who on earth would be so bold?”

“Nobody knows yet,” Cyril replied with pursed lips. “Parrish reported it via the mind link this morning. They were attacked in the middle of the night, and no one knows who the assailants are. It’s a daring move.”

“What does Kassandra say? Has she contacted you?”

Before Hazel could fully process the situation, Cyril’s voice cut in again. “Kassandra is already here.”

Cyril’s gaze darkened, and he swiftly began to tidy up in the bathroom. Hazel had never seen Cyril so serious, and she realized the gravity of the situation.

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Before Hazel could respond, Cyril’s face turned grave, and he left the room.

Quickly getting out of bed, Hazel also prepared herself in the bathroom. She needed to know what was happening.

When Hazel descended the stairs, the hall was devoid of people, and an eerie silence prevailed, with only a few maids going about their tasks.

“Miss Moen, are you looking for the Alpha?” Berhtulf walked in from the garden and noticed Hazel’s bewildered expression.

“Yes, Berhtulf,” Hazel replied. “I heard Kassandra is here.”

Berhtulf pointed in a certain direction upstairs. “The Alpha and the witch, Kassandra, are in the study.”

Hazel nodded, thanked Berhtulf, and then quickly ascended the stairs toward Cyril’s study.

Gently knocking on the study door, Hazel waited until Cyril allowed her to enter. She pushed it open.

“Kassandra, are you okay?” Hazel saw Kassandra, who appeared undisturbed by the attack.

“Hazel, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” Kassandra smiled and turned her gaze toward Hazel.

“I heard about the attack,” Hazel said, taking a seat beside Kassandra.

“I was just discussing it with Cyril,” Kassandra continued.

For years, the McGo Family had maintained a neutral stance, never interfering with the matters of the werewolves, vampires, or other races. They would lend a helping hand to any ally in need and never stand by idly. As a result, they rarely found themselves at odds with others. However, Kassandra had never imagined that their family would be attacked.

Though no actual harm had been done, the attack was a provocation. If Kassandra didn’t assert her stance, it would be an open invitation for others to view the McGo Family as an easy target, a scenario she couldn’t tolerate.

“Do you know who’s behind this?” Hazel interrupted their conversation, suddenly realizing she had done so.

Kassandra shook her head, a mysterious and enigmatic smile playing on her lips. She retrieved an iron badge with a star-shaped engraving from her bag and placed it on Cyril’s desk.

Cyril’s expression turned odd upon seeing the item.

“I think you all are quite familiar with this.” Kassandra’s fingers tapped on the desk.

Hazel’s gaze fixed on that badge. She knew what it was-a symbol of The Iron Star Pack. Every member of The Iron Star Pack possessed one, and while some carried it with them, others kept it at home in a safe place.

Each pack had its unique emblem or totem, and every member could have only one badge. Hazel had her own, which she typically kept locked away in a drawer.

Cyril examined the badge carefully, confirming it was genuine, but his expression grew even grimmer.

“Cyril, this was left by the attackers,” Kassandra said, a hint of a smile on her face, as if waiting for an explanation.

Hazel heard Kassandra’s words and seemed to grasp the situation. Could it be that one of The Iron Star Pack’s members was behind the attack on the McGo Family?