Novels by Super Nova

LorienI stared at him, trying to process what I had just heard. My mouth felt dry, my heartbeat thundered in my chest, and my skin prickled with disbelief.“You want us to leave?” I asked, voice hoarse. “After everything… after today… after finally letting the boys feel something close to normal—now you’re telling us to leave?”Cassius flinched like my words hit a tender spot. Good. I wanted them to. My heart was breaking all over again, and he needed to feel a fraction of that pain.“I need to protect you,” he said quietly, as if that made it okay.I shook my head, scoffing bitterly. “No. No, you don’t get to do this. Not after bringing us out here. Not after letting the boys get close to you. You don’t get to play family for a day and then ship us off like we’re a liability.”His expression cracked. He opened his mouth, but I wasn’t finished. I turned, storming off, but he reached out, his fingers wrapping gently—too gently—around my wrist. “Lorien, wait. Please. Just look at me.”

LorienThe soft thump of little feet running across the floorboards was the first thing I heard that morning.At first, I thought it was a dream. The kind I had too often—of laughter echoing off wooden walls, of little voices babbling nonsense, and the warmth of sunlight slicing through old curtains. But the giggle that followed was real. Caius. Loud and full of mischief. Lucian was chasing him, probably wielding a pillow as a weapon of justice.I lay there, wrapped in the quiet warmth of my bed, and just listened. I didn’t scold them. I didn’t call out to settle them down. For once, I let the noise fill the silence. It wasn’t chaos—it was joy. It was life.And I let myself enjoy it.When I finally got out of bed and stepped into the living room, Caius froze mid-cartwheel. Lucian, who had apparently just thrown a sock at him, ducked behind the armchair like he was hiding from a bomb.“Pops!” Caius beamed and ran straight into me, arms flung wide. “You’re awake!”Lucian came over too,

CassiusBy the time I got back to the pack house, the moon had already dragged a blanket of cold silver light over the courtyard. I barely had time to push the door open when Julian stepped into view, standing just at the top of the steps in nothing but a dark robe.And he looked... off.Julian was always composed. Straight back, shoulders drawn, like tension was part of his design. But tonight, his posture was strange. One arm crossed over his body, hand clenched at the opposite wrist. His eyes darted toward me, then away again. Nervous. Uneasy.Despite that, there were only thoughts of one person.LorienAnd I hated that my first thought wasn’t about the mission I’d just returned from. It wasn’t about Isabella, or the pack, or anything remotely appropriate.It was about how his lips had felt against mine.I hadn’t even meant for it to happen. One second we were arguing, the next we were too close, and then… the line blurred. His mouth had been fire and confusion. His scent still clu

LorienI wasn’t sure I could breathe.The moment Cassius whispered those words, everything inside me coiled. Not in fear—no, I wasn’t afraid of him anymore—but in sheer, suffocating disbelief. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out the world, beating against my ribs like it wanted out. All I could think about was the boy who used to shove me against lockers, the cruel laughter that haunted me down school hallways, the night he claimed me—then cast me aside like I was nothing.That wound never fully healed. I’d just learned how to live around it. I built walls, thick and impenetrable, because I had to. Because if I let myself feel the full weight of what he did to me, it would break me all over again.And now he stood in front of me, saying things I had longed to hear back when I was still young and stupid enough to dream of them.“I don’t believe you,” I snapped, trying to shove him away. My hands hit his chest, solid and unyielding. “You don’t get to say things like that. Not after

LorienI gasped, pressing my back flat against the wood of the stairs as I scrambled into the shadowed nook beneath. Every breath trembled through me. I dared not look up. I dared not listen. But I could feel them—Isabella’s low voice, Julian’s breathy moan. A disaster waiting to happen. I needed to disappear. Now.My fingers brushed the edge of the short window at the base of the stairwell—the one that opened onto the overgrown grove behind the pack house. I forced myself to move, silent as a ghost. My foot caught something. A shoe tread squeaked against the floor. Too loud. Too distinctive.I froze.A massive shadow shifted by the staircase. Julian. My blood thundered in my ears. I swallowed panic deep, tighter than steel.No options left.I lunged forward to the window and shoved. It resisted, then gave with a hard creak. My fingers dug into the ledge as I shoved my shoulder into the center. The frame rattled. I let out a sound—not a scream, but something close to one—when the top

LorienI couldn’t let him go.Not yet. Not now.But my arms were full of Caius, and the warmth of his body anchored me like a tether in a storm. The moment he’d said Pops, something inside me had broken and stitched itself back together at once.I held him tight, maybe too tight, but he didn’t complain. My fingers trembled against the soft curve of his back, my cheek pressed to his wild curls. His heartbeat was steady—strong—and I realized then just how close I’d come to losing him.The pang in my chest wasn’t gentle. It was sharp. Cutting. Like a blade twisting behind my ribs.I didn’t want to let go.But I had to.Eventually, my arms loosened. Slowly, carefully, I let Caius wriggle from my embrace and stagger toward Lucian, who caught him with a delighted squeal. The two of them clung to each other like they’d been separated by centuries instead of hours.And me?I was crying now.I didn’t even bother to hide it.The knot at the back of my throat burned like wildfire as I sank back