Claimed By My Exs Uncle

Hazel's POV

"Happy anniversary to me," I whispered, staring at the grey sky and drizzled rain, reflecting my sorrowful mood as I stood at the prison gates, burdened by lost dreams. 

My legs trembled as I stepped away from the gate, trying to find a place to sit, but the laughter of the other inmates stopped me. 

"Hey dirt, thirty minutes isn't enough. Stand for another!" The head lady sneered, her voice sharp and cruel. My throat tightened as I fought back the tears.

I had been ordered to stand for thirty minutes just because I dozed off while she asked me to wash her clothes. I pressed a hand to my abdomen, where the pain throbbed like a drum. 

I had a miscarriage due to the continuous torture I received and wasn't even treated properly. Each breath felt heavy, and I struggled to keep my composure.

With a soft hiss, I stood there, trembling, while the cruel laughter echoed around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing to disappear, to escape the mocking faces that surrounded me.

Just then, the cell door creaked open, and a guard walked in. "You're free to go now, Hazel. Come with me." His voice was flat, but my heart raced with hope.

I had completely forgotten that today was my release day. "You're one lucky dirt," the head lady, who had tormented me, called out. I turned back to look at them one last time, wishing I could give them a taste of their medicine.

As I followed the guard, I wondered what was next. Was I really free, or was this just another cruel joke? The guard who had brought me out handed me a bundle of plain clothes that looked like rags to change. 

A month earlier, I was meant to leave, but my fiance Adrian  had deemed me unworthy of freedom, insisting on another month to teach me a lesson. But what lesson could come from the cruelty I faced? 

I changed my clothes, taking a deep breath of the crisp air, before stepping out of one of the most brutal werewolf prisons, my eyes searching for a familiar face. But there was no one-no family, no friends, no warm welcome. 

Just the stark reality of my new existence. The cold wind made me shiver, so I wrapped my arms around myself to stay warm. I stood there, waiting for my mate, Adrian  Rune, the man I had loved all my life. 

"Today is our anniversary; he will definitely come for me," I thought. I had told him about my release, but hours went by and no one showed up. Not even my father.

I called them over and over, but no one picked up. As it got darker, I decided to walk down the road, hoping to find a cab to take me back to the city. But the prison was deep in the forest, making it hard to find one. 

I limped along the road, my abdomen hurting more with every step. As I walked, I felt lonely and scared. "Where is Adrian ?" I thought. 

"Why didn't he come for me? Did he forget I was being released today?" The rain soaked my clothes, making me shiver more. The longer I walked, the more lost I felt, unsure if I was going the right way.

Suddenly I heard the bushes moving. My heart began to race as I thought of all the scary things that could be hiding there. As I stood frozen in fear, I noticed a pair of glowing eyes shining in the dark. 

The eyes stared at me, making me feel even more afraid. The eyes came closer, revealing two huge wolves that looked ready to attack me. Scared, I stepped back, trying to keep my balance. 

Before I could react, the wolves shifted into their human forms. Two rough-looking men stood in front of me, their faces tough and threatening. Just by looking at them, I could tell they were rogues. 

The men grinned at me, their eyes scanning my body. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" One of them said, moving closer. I felt my legs shake, knowing I couldn't fight back in my current state.

"Please... I just want to get home," I pleaded, my voice trembling. One of the men laughed, his eyes shining with evil. "Oh, poor girl, it's already late; you can come stay with us," he said, sounding very sarcastic.