Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 104

Bella sat in the car, still reeling from Ethan’s unexpected actions. He had seemingly chosen some

random strangers over her leaving her humiliated in public.

She was fast loosing control, Ethan’s feelings were dying out. Frustrated, she dug into her purse, her

hands vibrating with anger, until she retrieved her second phone and dialed the only number stored

there.

“I’ll be needing… that,” she stated decisively, her chest heaving with resentment.

“Are you sure? You need another package already?” the man on the other end inquired.

“Just how much are you drugging him?” he pressed.

“Don’t ask questions, just do what I asked,” she snapped, abruptly ending the call. As she reflected on

the incident, her gaze shifted to her arm where Ethan’s grip had left a mark.

Hazel was waiting, she begun anxiously pacing the room, she couldn’t help but feel something had

happened to her kids

Soon Nathan made his way into the room with Daisy in his arm and Liam following closely.

“What took you guys so long? Where did you?…”

Hazel’s questions trailed off her eyes widening in shock and concern at the sight of Daisy’s bruised

cheeks and Liam clutching his arm. “Oh my goodness! What happened?!” she exclaimed, her motherly

instincts kicking in.

“Momma,” Daisy sniffed, spreading her arms so her mom could hold her. Hazel grabbed her from

Nathan’s arm, her searching gaze shifting to Liam’s injured arm.

“Nathan? What happened?” Hazel demanded, her initial concern morphing swiftly into anger as she

now held her children in her arms clutching them tightly to her b*dy.

“Look at Liam’s arm!” She yelled.

Hazel’s anger intensified, a fierce protectiveness over her children emerging. The thought that

someone could dare to hurt them in such a way engraged her.

“What happened?! Explain!” She thundered.

Nathan sighed and sat down, he explained what had happened although he hadn’t mentioned Ethan.

Hazel’s fury boiled over. “Bella!” The name escaped her l*ps with a mix of disbelief and anger. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Take care of them; I’ll be right back.” Blinded by rage, she attempted to walk away. “Calm down,

Hazel,” Nathan pleaded, grabbing her. He knew she needed to compose herself to avoid causing a

scene.

“I don’t care, let me go.” She shoved Nathan away from herself, her determination clear. Seeing her

resolve, Nathan reluctantly let her go. She then instructed a nurse to tend to their wounds before

storming out, heading for the elevator.

Before she could step into it, the elevator doors opened, revealing Ethan. “Where is she?” Hazel

demanded the moment she saw him. “Hazel, calm down,” Ethan pleaded, attempting to hold her arm.

“Let me go!” She snapped, forcefully hitting his

arm away.

“They’re just kids! Why would she hurt them like that?” Hazel’s voice echoed through the corridor, laced

with anger and despair. The red marks on her children’s b*dy enraged her. In that moment, she wanted

nothing more than to rip all of

Bella’s hair out of her head.

“Where is she? Are you hiding her?” Hazel’s voice intensified, the desperation evident in her tone.

Ethan, recognizing the need for privacy, managed to guide her away from prying eyes to an isolated

corner of the corridor.

“Calm down, I sent Bella home immediately,” he explained, attempting to quell the storm raging within

Hazel.

But his words only stoked the flames of betrayal in her eyes. Was he trying to protect Bella?

“Didn’t you see what she did?” She asked in disbelief. Tears were streaming down Hazel’s face freely

now. Her fists was clenched tightly and begining to ache. She badly wanted to punch and hit someone,

that someone was Bella.

“I know, I saw,” Ethan responded, a simmering anger mirrored in his eyes.

“Why did you send her home? I badly want to punch her in the face,” Hazel’s frustration spilled over,

fueled by a sense of powerlessness. Her kids had suffered so much and the fact that Ethan had

protected Bella only intensified her anguish.

First Bella had stolen her husband, her pack and her position, none of that mattered, but now she had

hurt her kids! That one shattered her. But what made everything worse was knowing Ethan had sent

her home and was protecting her. She was so angry she almost passed out.

“Why always Bella,” she sobbed, the pain of the past and present converging. Ethan, holding her arm

in a calm yet firm grip, felt the tremors coursing through her b*dy.

I know,” Ethan said, holding her arm in an attempt to provide some grounding. Hazel’s entire b*dy

vibrated with restrained anger, her frustration reaching a breaking point.

“I so badly want to hit her! To rip her head out!” Hazel’s words resonated with the suffocating feeling of

helplessness, unable to unleash the fury building up inside her. The unfairness of it all left her sobbing

loudly.

“Hit me,” Ethan spoke abruptly.

“You’re angry, and you need a punching bag, so hit me,” he urged, offering himself as an outlet for

Hazel’s pent-up frustration.

Hazel needed no other persuasion. Without hesitation, she unleashed all her fury on him. The first

punch landed sharply, a sudden pain coursing through Ethan’s gut. Blow after blow followed, a

relentless assault as Hazel channeled her anger into

each strike.

Finally, she stood, her breath ragged, and Ethan could sense a certain satisfaction in her demeanor.

She wiped her face, pushing damp strands of hair away from her eyes, her chest heaving from the

exertion.

As the storm within Hazel seemed to calm, she stumbled backward, Ethan reached out steadying her,

finding support against the wall she slid down gradually. Ethan lowered himself beside her, his arms

offering a steadying embrace.

They sat together on the floor, Hazel’s back against the wall, her chest rising and falling with each

heavy breath.

Her l*ps trembled parting slowly. The two sat in their own moment staring into each other’s eyes. Teary

misted eyed Hazel and calm Ethan.

Ethan’s hand moved instinctively, gently brushing Hazel’s hair away from her face, his touch lingering

on her skin, stroking it lightly.

“Hazel,” a voice interrupted, shattering the delicate atmosphere. Ethan shot a glare at the intruder, his

moment with Hazel abruptly ended.

Nathan stood there, unnoticed until then. Ethan stood immediately offering his hand to help Hazel to

her feet. The aftermath of Hazel’s venting and physical release had left her physically drained, sitting

there in a state of numb exhaustion.

Nathan approached her, his voice soft as he suggested, “Let’s go in,” also extending his arm towards

her.

Ethan frowned lightly, who’s arm would she take?

Hazel, seemingly oblivious to the unspoken tension, slowly raised her arm, reaching for Nathan’s. He

helped her stand, and together, they walked towards the entrance of the ward.

“It’s time for the opening; we need to head down right now for your speech,” Axel informed Ethan,

striding to where he stood. Ethan nodded, a heavy, sigh escaping him as he retrieved his arm from its

outstretched position.

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He cast one last lingering gaze at Hazel’s back before turning away, leaving the corridor.

The weight of the upcoming event hung in the air as he m entally prepared for the public appearance

awaiting him.