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.”

goodness.” She often found herself inadvertently singing her kids‘

only reason you recognized it is because you’re guilty as well,” Hazel teased. The Director playfully surrendered, “Hey, I’ve

little princess doing?” one colleague asked,

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

and Hazel often brought her twins to work, endearing them to

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

“We got it!” she squealed, dancing

expanding, and

and creativity. A year after giving birth, Hazel joined Starlight, a fast–growing design company. “Believe it, hun,

their celebration reached its peak, the company phone

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 of emotions that weighed heavily on

poured her heart and soul into the project, but now, with the reality of the project’s demands looming, she felt emotionally drained. The realization that her daughter’s well–being could be

for a leave or resign if it wasn’t granted.

“You know what this means, right? The project is significant and hectic. We’ll likely be asked to relocate to a different branch, leaving you with

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

Angeles branch and collaborate directly