Nobela ni Budu

AMELIA 'DECLAN'  I heard my name before I even fully realised it was my name. “Amelia.” It was soft, but still strong enough to cut through the noise in the hallway. I froze for one full second. Then I pretended I didn’t hear anything. I kept walking. My heart started beating loudly, so loud I was worried someone near me could hear it too. No. It couldn’t be. Nobody here should know that name. “Amelia.” This time the voice was closer. I refused to turn. I kept pretending, arranging my books, acting like I was reading something on the noticeboard even though the words were already dancing in my eyes. A hand tapped my shoulder. Just once. Light, but familiar. I turned, mostly because I had no choice. And the moment my eyes landed on him, everything inside me just stopped. He looked different. The hair. The shape of the jaw. Even the heig

DRAVEN                          I saw her! I used to think leaving home was the hardest thing I’d ever done. Turns out, it wasn’t. Changing my entire identity… my face, my scent, my bearing… was worse. Every time I looked in the mirror after the transformation spell, I felt like I was staring at a stranger. My jaw looked sharper. My eyes darker. My hair longer. Even my wolf felt more withdrawn, like he wasn’t sure if this body belonged to us anymore. But I had no choice. The prophecy had changed everything. I could still hear the voice of the old seer who took me in… the same man who had hidden me when I escaped death by a whisker. “Someone close to you will kill you, Draven… someone you love. Someone of your blood.” My chest tightened every time I remembered that. I didn’t know who. I didn’t know when. I didn't know why. I only knew th

LENNOX HALE                      She didn't do it. I never liked waking up before my alarm, but that morning, my eyes were open even before the sun touched the window. My chest felt heavy, like someone had placed a stone right on top of it. I didn’t know why. Maybe guilt. Maybe anger. Maybe the usual frustration that had been following me since that stupid rumor broke out. Rumor about my mate. Rumor that ruined everything. Rumor I blamed on Declan.. or whatever his damn name was. I dragged myself out of bed and washed my face, hoping the cold water would clear my mind. But it didn’t. If anything, it made me remember the whispering voices that followed me through the halls yesterday. “Did you hear? Lennox’s mate left him…” “But Lennox? With his kind of power?” “Who even talks about their mate like that? He must have told someone.” Every voice felt like a slap.

ALPHA CYRUS                 She reminds me of … I sat opposite the Dean of Students’ Affairs, my hands folded on his desk as he went through the report I brought from the Council Office. His office smelled of pinewood and old books, and for a moment, I wondered how many young wolves had sat across this same table, trembling before a man who acted more like a chief judge than a school administrator. “I assure you, Alpha Cyrus,” the Dean said, adjusting his glasses, “if Draven is anywhere within Lunaris Academy, I would know. And I am deeply sorry you still haven’t found him.” I nodded silently. I had heard the same apology from so many mouths in the last few months that the words barely made a dent in me anymore. My son was missing. My heir. My blood. Nothing soothed that pain. Still, I tried to remain polite. “I understand, Dean. I just want to make sure I’m not leaving any stone unturned.” The Dean lean

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He wants something in exchange for … Zayn didn’t shout. He didn’t slam a door or drag me anywhere. He just stood there in the middle of our room, blocking the window light with his body, and said calmly: “Declan… or whatever your female name is… we’re going to talk about what I want.” That was how the chapter started in real life — no greeting, no warning, no chance for me to breathe. Just that one sentence that instantly froze every muscle in my body. I swallowed and tried to keep the blanket tight around me. My throat felt dry. “What… what do you mean?” I whispered. Zayn tilted his head, almost amused, like he had been waiting for me all his life to ask that question. “You want my silence, don’t you?” he said. “You want me to keep your little secret away from others, right?.” My fingers tightened on the blanket. “Zayn, please …” “No,” he cut in, raising a hand. “Don’t beg yet. I don’t like it when people beg before they know the price.”

AMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER                    She found out… I woke up that morning with my head still heavy from the long night I had. I barely slept. So my mind was already in pieces when Zayn suddenly said, “Declan, sit down. We need to talk.” His voice was too serious. I froze halfway into pulling on my boots. I turned slowly. “What… what is it?” Zayn didn’t smile. In fact, he didn’t even blink. He just crossed his arms and leaned on the table like someone ready to interrogate a criminal. “Is what that junior student said yesterday true?” My heart skipped so loud I swear he heard it. I forced my face to look confused. “What student? What did he even say?” Zayn raised a brow. “Declan, don’t insult me. You know exactly who I’m talking about. The boy in the library. The one who said you’re… not a boy.” I almost choked on my breath. The room suddenly felt t