Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 11

The next morning, Hazel and her son sat down for breakfast before they prepared for their respective duties, Hazel for work and Liam son for school. After safely seeing her son off on the school bus, she made her way to bus park. Her grace and elegance were undeniable as she strolled confidently in stilettos, clutching her handbag with poise. Her hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, a hairstyle that accentuated her striking facial features.

“Taxi,” she called, summoning a taxi with grace. Once inside, she calmly instructed the driver, “Starlight,” the vehicle smoothly navigated through the city streets, stopping at a high–rise building at the heart of the city where she gracefully alighted.

At the office, Hazel was greeted with warm pleasantries from her coworkers as she walked in. “Good morning Miss Rashford,” they chimed in unison, to which she replied with a warm smile, “Good morning.”

Hazel was in high spirits that morning, fueled by her love for her children, her passion for her job, and the imminent surgery that would help her daughter, Daisy. She admired the company’s tasteful and bright design, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment in this place she worked.

She waited for the elevator and joined her coworkers on the journey to her work floor, quietly humming a song. Polite exchanges of greetings filled the elevator as they rode up, and when the Director joined them, Hazel’s positive energy was infectious. “Good morning boss,” her colleagues greeted him, to which he replied, “I’ll join you guys in this. The executive elevator broke down.”

Hazel continued to hum while tapping her feet lightly.

The Director couldn’t help but comment, “The things kids would do to you.” Confused, Hazel asked, “Hmm. What?”

The Director chuckled, “You didn’t even realize it, but you were humming the PJ Masks theme song.”

realization, admitting, “Ohhh my goodness.” She often found herself

you recognized it is because you’re guilty as well,” Hazel teased. The Director

our little princess doing?” one

able to get her surgery soon!” Hazel shared excitedly, prompting joyous

children, and Hazel often brought her

coworkers, “Well, have a nice day,” before heading

exclaiming. Good morning boss!” and couldn’t contain her excitement. “We got it!” she squealed, dancing around. Hazel eagerly inquired, “The contract for

company, Starlight, was rapidly expanding, and Chloe, one of

its growth. While Hazel had initially worked at her family’s cafe, observed Chloe’s passion for design and creativity. A year after

as their celebration reached its peak, the company

Hazel in a momentary state of euphoria over the freshly secured contract. The prospect of new opportunities and creative challenges had initially painted a bright picture in her mind. However, as she contemplated her daughter Daisy’s fragile health, her thoughts began to drift into a realm of uncertainty and parental concern. It was a mix

that had produced the winning designs for this contract. Her dedication and creative prowess had been integral in clinching the deal. She had poured her heart and soul into the project, but now, with the reality of the project’s demands looming, she felt

ask for a leave or resign if it wasn’t granted. Even though she loved her job, her kids were more

she immediately noticed Hazel’s troubled expression. “Is this about Daisy?” she inquired with a sigh, anticipating Hazel’s concerns. “You know what this means, right?

for you. You stay here. I’ll come up with an excuse for the higher–ups,” she assured Hazel. “You need to stay here, considering how disruptive moving you all the

relocate to the Los Angeles branch and collaborate directly with the