Novels by Bolutrx

Chapter 39: Heated desires Phoebe’s POVI froze, every muscle paralyzed, hoping I merged with the shadow. Eric paused, dropping his phone before tuning towards me. With a narrowed gaze, he scrutinized me, something unknown flashing in his eyes. “You weren’t by any chance eavesdropping, right?” His voice was a low, rough rasp, like steel on stone.“N…no! Of course not,” I replied, shaking my head like a lizard. “I was just passing by and wanted to say hi.”“Oh, really?” He asked in a suspicious tone, making it obvious he wasn’t buying the story. Then, he walked towards me slowly. Each step was measured and unhurried. His chin was held high, his gaze fixed on me. The air seemed to drop several degrees, a chill trickling against my skin. His calm approach which completely lacked any urgency made me feel trapped. “If I find out you really did eavesdrop, I’ll punish you so bad you won’t be able to walk for three days straight,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “I…I swear

Chapter 38Phoebe’s POVChatting with Eric seemed to make me feel better as I couldn’t stop laughing at his jokes. With him around, the world didn’t feel cruel anymore. Then he paused, his beautiful green eyes tracing my lips. He drew closer, our lips just a few inches away. Then I shifted my face, the kiss landed on the left side of my cheeks instead of my lips. His gaze lowered, his mouth slightly opened in a stunned expression. “You don’t want this?” He asked, his voice barely audible. “I…I need time.”“You still care about him right?” I didn’t say a word, but the longing in my eyes said it all. Eric sighed, a weak, fleeting smile appearing on his lips. “Phoebe, I’ll wait for you,” he whispered, unwavering determination in his eyes. “No matter how long.” My breathing increased, my heart doing a little break dance in my chest. Then he placed my head on his shoulders, his fingers softly going through my hair. The smell of peppermint was faint, Lucas’s presence lingering in the ai

Chapter 37: Heartbreak and disaster Lucas’s POVI dragged my feet to the tournament ground, each step, a heavy reluctant protest. The air hung with anticipation, but all I could feel was a dull ache in my chest. My opponent was a guy with platinum blonde hair, his abnormally silver eyes sizing me up. I paced around, feeling restless, wanting to end the fight right away. My mind was foggy, occupied with the thoughts of Phoebe. My father sat beside Vivian, his intense gaze locked on me, making a beam of sweat form on my forehead. “Lucas! Lucas! Lucas! The crowd cheered, chanting my name, but it did nothing to fill up the empty hollow feeling. The buzzer sounded, and I took a deep breath. The boy with platinum blonde hair rushed forward, not wasting time. His speed was impressive, hair whipping around his face. I leaned backward, dodging the blows with minimal effort. I retaliated with a punch to his ribs, pushing him backward. He groaned, his eyes igniting with a silver and golden g

Chapter 36 : Reject her Lucas’s POV The day I had to make the decision was here, and my chest couldn’t help but tighten. My throbbing head banged so hard as if it was being hit by a hammer. I was torn between two decisions: choosing love over my responsibility or rejecting Phoebe to save my pack. The weight of the choices felt like two heavy stones pressed upon me. “Please, Moon Goddess,” I muttered a silent prayer, hoping it would somehow change my fate. “Help me.” Arriving at the tournament ground, ear-piercing and chaotic screams echoed. The air filled with so much energy, excitement and anticipation. Then, I saw her. Phoebe. The sight of her stole the air in my lungs, my heart doing a little break dance in my chest. She looked more stunning and sexy when she fought. Stephen, a guy who was a legend in this school beside the Big Three, lunged, his moves, precise and measured. But Phoebe dodged, determination shining in her eyes. The way she moved with experience, retaliating wi

Chapter 35: Fighting contest Phoebe’s POV “I’m gonna kill you!” Hannah exclaimed through gritted teeth. Her eyes blazed with a yellow glow, her nails elongating with sharp claws. With a loud growl, Hannah charged forward, slicing through the edge of Aurora’s brown shirt. Punch after punch landed in Aurora’s abdomen, a guttural moan escaping her lips. The crowd jubilated, the cheers, drowned by the unsteady thud of my heart. Blood squirted in Aurora’s eyes when Hannah’s hardened fist connected to her jaw, her head going backward.The game wasn't meant to be this violent, but Hannah was one who never liked following the rules. To win, you have to either knock out your opponent or push them off the circle.Aurora raised one hand to wipe the blood that trickled from her mouth, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. Her jaw tightened, her hands clenched into fists. She pounced on Hannah, her claws tearing through the left side of her face. “Bitch,” Hannah spat, staring daggers at Aurora. S

Chapter 34Phoebe’s POVWith her chin held high, Felicia walked towards me, each step, measured and purposeful. I watched her approach, a cold glint in my eyes. “Wait! Don’t tell me you paid those people to try to kill me,” I sneered, my gaze locked on her. “Of course not,” she retorted softly, her tone firm. “Why in the world would I do such a thing?” I glared at her with narrowed eyes, my brows rising with disbelief. Tension hung in the air, thick with unspoken accusations.“Let me guess. You were hiding in trees all along right? Watching a good show,” I spat, my hands clenched.“Yes,” she replied flatly, her gaze locked on a distant object. “I wanted to see if you’d be able to succeed.”A heavy, pregnant silence descended. “How did you do it?” She asked, breaking the silence.“Do what?” I asked, my voice barely audible.“How were you able to shapeshift into the silver wolf effortlessly. I never showed you how to do that.”“Well, I just did it. I believed I could.”“Hmmmm.” She exte