Novels by saintadewusi18

Three days earlier“Which halfblood?” I asked, my eyes fixed on Henrietta’s chestnut gaze. My grip tightened on her arms. Fear clouded her expression, chased quickly by regret, as though she already knew she should not have told me sooner what she’d heard Jaigan discuss.She sneered, tossing her head back in a brittle laugh.“Which one do you think? I heard Jaigan tell Primus to make sure your sweet, precious halfblood dies before the day is over. He even gave Primus his best hellhounds. All for one stupid little...” She faltered when she saw me reach for my jacket and keys.“What are you doing? Luke? Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking of saving her.” She moved to block my path, her smaller frame braced against me. Her hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. I peeled her hand away.“I swore an oath to the Magistrate to protect the last Regalia and that’s what I’m doing.”“No! Don’t you understand? You need to let her die and you’ll be severed from her. It will hurt, yes,

“I’m married to Luke Elderman, son of Marlowe Elderman, owner of the Elderman fortune,” I said, panicking as a pack of wolves surrounded me as if they didn’t already know who I was.Panic surged through me as I picked up a stick to defend myself, as if a stick was a match to their teeth foaming with saliva.There was no escape. I shouldn’t have left the castle, I thought, regretting the decisions that led me up to this moment.I wondered where Desmond was, whether he knew I was being attacked and whether he had gone to get help.I was going to die.One of the werewolves leaped at me with force, but I swerved out of the way in time and landed the stick forcefully on its neck before it had the chance to stand up.The other werewolves didn’t like that I was able to get an upper hand, so another leapt at me with brute force that toppled me.I hit my head on a rock, and I felt that it was the same place that was stitched earlier. I touched my head, felt the blood gushing like a stream, and

The hot light from the morning sun woke me up, and for a moment, I wanted it all to be a dream. The hellhounds that tried to kill me, the strange world, and Luke Elderman, the cruel billionaire werewolf who had become my husband in less than a day.I forced myself to sit up slowly before I realized that this wasn’t my room, and the silk maxi dress I wore for the ball was gone. In its place clung a flimsy vintage nightdress that had the scent I recognized instantly.Luke Elderman.I wondered who put me in a nightdress, and my pulse spiked.I was in his room, and I had slept in his bed. Why? My mind raced with a million questions.Did he bring me here? Did something happen between us?I clutched the sheets to my chest, panic at my throat.“Well, well,” a voice drawled. “Sleeping beauty awakens at last.”My head whipped towards the door.Desmond Burton leaned casually against the frame. His eyes locked on me, burning, and I forgot how to breathe.“You look… adorable when you’re confused.

CHAPTER 3“He doesn’t like to be late, young mistress.” Irene said out of breath as she pushed the door open.Luke was already there. With his back to us, he stood before a twenty-foot mural of a massacred village with a towering werewolf standing on a heap of human skulls. His silhouette was still, unflinching and mysterious. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand.He was six-foot-five of devastating charm wrapped in shadow, his jet-black hair tousled like it forgot to behave, carelessly enough to look like a hot mess. His lips too perfect to mean anything true.“I’m ready,” I said. Despite the circumstances, I felt nice after showering and wearing something comfortable.Luke turned and his eyes lingered on my dress. It was impressive to know that he had measured me silently with his eyes when we were in Marlowe’s office.“It’s a perfect fit,” I offered, trying for peace.We were married against our wishes, but that didn’t mean we had to hate each other.Luke’s expression didn’t shift

“I see you’ve brought your little half-blood,” said the man Christopher introduced to me as Marlowe Elderman.He looked like a man that was never off guard, one that never smiled and never changed his mind. His eyes were the eyes of a killer. I was sure of it. The same eyes glared from the younger man standing at his side.Luke Elderman. The man I had apparently come here to marry. He stood there unyielding and firm as a rock with his hair as black as the shadows he was lurking in, observing.“Is everything ready for the ceremony?” Christopher asked.“Yes, old friend. But for your sake, I hope you haven’t forgotten our bargain.” Marlowe’s voice was sharp and cold.He stepped forward from his desk, towering over Christopher like a shadow stretching and darkening everything in its wake.“The second you delay on our promise is the second I throw her out to the wolves. You know me well enough to know that I always keep my promises.”I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. Bargain?

“ I don’t care who you think you are. You can’t just show up after fifteen years and tell me to marry some stranger!”The words flew out; my voice trembling with sobs but sharp enough to cut.“You will marry him! It's not by choice. It's the only way that you will be protected. I know that you're scared…,” he said, hands raised in a half-pacifying gesture. “Scared?” My laugh was bitter and cynical.“I was just attacked by four big dog monsters trying to bite my head off! So no, Christopher, I’m not scared; I’m terrified. Which is why I’m calling the police.”He blocked my path. “You can’t. They’ll trace the call and know where we are. What we need to do is to move. Now.”“They? Who is they? Who’s after me? What were those things? Who sent them?” My heart thundered as I headed for the kitchen. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.”He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hel