Novels by Goodnews Nwovueze

Riven“Don’t play games with me,” I growled, taking another step. “You felt it. That bond. You are my mate.”He finally closed the small gap between us. He was standing so close now that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. My wolf was now throwing flips inside me, happy and desperate all at once.Sky’s eyes, those deep brown eyes, flickered down to my mouth for a split second before returning to my own.“Mate,” he repeated, drawing the word out like a question.“That’s a strong word. We just met, Riven.” He said my name so softly, so casually, it was like a caress.I felt a surge of rage. “Don’t,” I warned. How dare he just call my name like that? I knew I wasn't one for titles but he couldn't just pop out of nowhere to frustrate and disrespect me.He just chuckled softly, a low sound that seemed to vibrate through me. “I'm sorry, Captain. But I don't know what you are talking about.”He held my gaze for another long, breathless moment, that stupid smile never quite leaving

Riven My head was going wild. Coach’s whistle was blowing, the other boys were shouting, and the puck was flying across the ice, but all I could hear was that one word.“Mate.”I was supposed to be a captain, an Alpha, but I was playing like a kid who just learned skating yesterday. My feet were on the ice, but my mind was far away, in a quiet hallway, staring at a boy whose scent was like lightning to my body.“Riven! Where is your head?!”The coach’s loud voice pulled me back from my haze. I had missed a pass. The puck was just sitting there in the open, and I was just standing like a statue.“My bad, Coach, I'm sorry,” I said, even though my apology felt empty."What's wrong with you? Your girlfriend pregnant? Get your head in the game!"I should get my head in the game. True. But how could I, when Ford was in my head growling and screaming that same unrealistic and abominable word?“Mate.”Don’t get me wrong, I’m not homophobic. Yes, I’m not. But I am not gay! Never ever ever. I

Riven"You are late, Riven."I didn’t answer. I just walked to the empty seat at the table and sat down. Every eye in the room was on me. The elders, the older men of the council, all sat still with emotionless faces. Maybe they were expecting me to say sorry or something. But I didn't give a fuck about being late. They can stare at me for all I care.My father waited until I was settled before he spoke again."The reason we called you here tonight is important. It is time for you to prepare for your future. The pack needs a strong Alpha, a leader who is ready to take his place."He looked at me, but his eyes were a million miles away, like he was staring at the idea of me and not the real me."We have decided," he continued, and his voice held no room for argument, "that in five full moons, we will prepare for your coronation. The Alpha of this pack will finally take his place."A quiet hum of approval went around the room. The elders nodded their heads in agreement, their faces full

RivenThe kiss was over, but Lara's hands still wouldn’t leave my face, her eyes still holding mine. Her smile was back, the perfectly practiced curve of her lips."I'm going to a party at the East Wing tonight," she said, her voice dropping a little. "You should come. You get to celebrate the victory of today's match. It will look good for the pack."Yes, it was always for the pack. Always. Everything was for the pack. Everything was for the way it would look. Everything was a show. Nobody cared about what was good for me."I can't," I said, trying to make my voice sound sorry, even though I was not. "I have training this evening."She frowned, and for a moment, her perfect face now looked a little less perfect."Riven, you’re the Alpha. You can tell them you have other things to do."I shook my head. "No. The coach is serious. He wants everyone there."Her frown deepened, she was clearly not pleased by my subtle rejection. But I didn't give a damn. A party was the least of my worrie

RivenThe air in the locker room was thick with the smell of sweat, old leather, and that kind of happiness that comes after a good win. We had fought for this one, and the feeling was good, but it was also heavy. Everyone was still buzzing, and talking over one another as we pulled off our helmets and shin guards."Greg! Get off here, man! I'm bathing. Don't look at my ass, you gay motherfucker!" Sean shouted, his voice cutting through the noise, and a wave of laughter erupted all around the room. It was just boys being boys, all of us being loud and happy and rough with one another. Sean threw a wet towel at Greg, who just laughed and threw it back.I smiled at the noise, but it didn't quite get to me. I was good at this. I was good at this game, good at being the captain, and most of all, good at playing the part.I was busy trying to unstrap a particularly stubborn shin guard that would not just let go of my shin when my phone started to ring.It was a sharp, high-pitched ringtone