Novel-novel oleh Author Dera

Raiden’s POVI stared at the old woman for a long moment before looking away.I didn’t understand her presence here. Not now. Not after everything.Of all days… she chose today to come into my room, to stand over my mate’s body like this was just another passing moment.My jaw tightened.“Is there anything you want to do?” I asked, my voice low, controlled but strained beneath it.I didn’t wait before adding, “Every witch we could find has tried. Every healer. Every remedy. Nothing worked.” My gaze shifted back to Aria, lying there so still it made my chest ache. “She’s gone.”The old woman only smiled.Not mockingly.Not pitying.Just… calm.“Why do you still keep her here, Alpha Raiden?” she asked gently.The question hit harder than it should have.I leaned forward slightly, resting my jaw against my intertwined fingers as I stared at Aria’s unmoving form.“It’s hard to let go,” I admitted quietly.Because it was.Because she didn’t look gone.She hadn’t changed. Not even slightly.

Raiden’s POVFour days.Four days since everything shattered.I stood on the balcony, the cold morning air brushing against my skin, yet I felt nothing. Below, the pack moved—quiet, subdued. No laughter. No strength in their voices. Just… survival.Behind me, my son slept in his cradle.Kael.Ava stood nearby, silent, watchful, as if afraid even her breath might disturb the fragile stillness in this room.And me?I stared at the sky like it held answers it refused to give.Four nights ago.It was supposed to be different.That night was meant to be ours.Peace after war. Victory after bloodshed. A moment to breathe. To hold Aria in my arms, to forget everything else and just… exist with her. With our son.I had allowed myself to believe it.Allowed myself to believe I was free.Free from the curse.What a fool.It started small.A flicker. A shift. That familiar darkness clawing its way up from inside me. I had fought it—gods, I had fought it but the curse… it doesn’t negotiate.It ta

Aria POVThe forest knew I was coming.Branches shifted before I touched them. Leaves whispered as I passed. The ground beneath my feet felt… aware. Like it recognized something in me I was only just beginning to understand myself.Or maybe it was the power.It still hummed under my skin, quiet now, but alive. Waiting.I didn’t need guides. I didn’t need scouts.I could feel her.Selene.Like a stain on the air.I moved faster.Not running — no.Gliding.Each step lighter than the last, until the distance between trees blurred into streaks of shadow and silver. The deeper I went, the colder the air became. The woods thinned gradually until the ground sloped upward.A mountain.Of course she’d be here.Dramatic.I climbed without slowing, boots barely making a sound against rock and loose gravel. The wind grew sharper as I reached the top, carrying something with it,Her scent.Bitter. Ancient. ugly.And then—I saw her.Selene stood at the edge of the mountain, her back to me, dark ro

Aria POVThe days after the war passed in a way I had almost forgotten life could feel.Quiet.Not the uneasy quiet that comes before bloodshed, but the kind that settles over a land when danger has finally passed and people can breathe again.For the first time in what felt like forever, the fortress no longer hummed with tension. Warriors still trained, patrols still moved along the borders, but the frantic edge that had once driven every movement was gone.Peace had returned.Real peace.And with it came something even more precious.Our son.A few days after everything settled—after the war, after the chaos, after the long and painful hours that had brought new life into the world—Lady Marisol arrived.Raiden’s witch.She came quietly, wrapped in her long midnight-blue cloak, eyes bright with that knowing look she carried everywhere. We didn’t have to go to her this time.She congratulated us both with warmth that felt surprisingly genuine for someone so mysterious. Then she asked

Aria POVThe silence after war is always strange.One moment, there is screaming, steel, blood, and chaos.The next—Victory.The enemies were retreating, dragging their wounded, abandoning their dead. Weapons lay scattered across the courtyard like discarded pride. The moon still hung high above us, but the air no longer felt suffocating.It felt ours again.A roar erupted behind me.Our pack.Shouts of triumph. Laughter. Howls splitting the night sky in celebration.We had won.I turned slowly.And there he was.Raiden stood in the middle of the courtyard, sword lowered now, chest rising steadily, blood streaked across his armor — some his, most not. His eyes found mine instantly.The tension in his shoulders eased.He sighed.And then he smiled.That was all it took.I ran.I didn’t care that warriors were watching. Didn’t care that the courtyard was still a mess of bodies and broken stone. I ran straight toward him and jumped.He caught me effortlessly.His arms wrapped

Lucian POVThe shift tore through me like lightning.Bone restructured. Muscle thickened. The world sharpened.When I landed fully into my lycan form, the battlefield no longer looked like chaos — it looked like prey.Kael was already transformed beside me, larger than most, his claws dripping with blood that wasn’t his. Liam let out a feral roar as his own lycan form snapped into place, towering and brutal.We didn’t wait.We charged.The first wave of vampires rushed us with unnatural speed, their red eyes glowing in the firelight. One lunged for my throat.I caught him midair.My claws sank into his chest and ripped downward. Blackened blood sprayed across the dirt as I tore him in half before his feet even touched the ground.No time to savor it.A werewolf slammed into my side. We rolled across the earth, teeth snapping, claws slashing. He was strong , Darius hadn’t gathered weaklings — but strength without discipline was nothing.I twisted, sank my claws into his shoulder joint,

Kael’s POV The sanctuary was silent. Not even the crackle of firewood dared interrupt my thoughts as I sat alone, surrounded by shadows and the sharp scent of herbs and old blood. This place—once sacred, once soothing—had become a cage I willingly locked myself in. Days had passed. Weeks maybe. And yet, I couldn’t forget her. The woman of that night. I didn’t know her name. I never even got the chance to ask. She had been light in the dark, warm in a world where I was cold-blooded by necessity. Her voice, her breathless laughter, the way she touched me like she wasn’t afraid of what I was… like she saw me. I had started to feel something I had long forgotten. Something dangerously close to hope. And then… she vanished. Gone before I even returned to the tent. No note. No word. Just empty sheets and the haunting echo of her scent. I clenched my jaw, eyes narrowing at the memory that had haunted me every damn night since. I searched. Goddess, I searched. I had every scout, every

Ronan’s POV Dawn had barely broken when Mira walked into my office, hovering like a shadow by the door. I was seated at the edge of my desk, arms folded, eyes skimming through a weathered scroll that detailed rogue sightings near our borders. She didn’t speak. Not for a full ten minutes. “Mira,” I said without looking up, “you’ve been standing there like a statue. What is it?” She fidgeted, her hands wringing together. “Promise me you won’t get all mad about it.” That made me pause. I slowly lifted my gaze to her and arched a brow. “What have you done this time?” She stepped closer, guilt already etched into her face. “Jax and I were out on the northern patrol. We... we found someone.” I straightened slightly. “Found someone?” “A girl,” she nodded. “In the woods. She was half-conscious, injured, barely breathing. Looked like she hadn’t eaten in days.” My brows furrowed. “And you brought her here?” Mira flinched at the sharpness in my tone but held her ground. “We couldn’t ju

Selene’s POV It had been days. Days of walking with no direction, only the pain in my feet and the cold bite of the wind guiding me forward. The nights were the worst. The world turned black, and every sound became a threat. The howls in the distance. The rustling in the brush. The echo of my own heartbeat in my ears as I curled into myself, trying to stay warm. Trying to stay alive. I didn’t know where I was anymore. Snow had soaked my boots through. My legs were scraped from thorns, rocks, gods-know-what else. My cloak—thin and torn—clung to me like wet paper. I’d passed through forests dense with silence, cliffs jagged and high, and rivers too cold to cross without feeling like death was waiting on the other side. But I kept walking. Because I had no choice. The wildlands… they didn’t welcome you. They tested you. And I was failing. I tried finding shelter—small caves, hollowed trees, anywhere I could rest my eyes. But the creatures here were always watching. I could feel

Selene’s POV My entire body ached—every bone, every muscle, even the skin I was wrapped in. The sky outside had already faded into night, shadows painting the walls of my room. I’d been locked in here for hours. Maybe even the whole day. And I was sure by now… the entire pack knew. Yes. Selene—the disgrace. Selene—the shame of Moonbane. The girl who dared to carry the child of an enemy. I could almost see their faces twisted in judgment, feel their whispers crawling down my spine like insects. And honestly… I couldn’t even blame them. Because I was ashamed of myself too. How did I let this happen? How could I have been so blind? What kind of mistake have I made—so permanent, so life-changing—that there’s no waking up from it? I buried my face deeper into the pillow, hugging it tightly like it could muffle the noise inside my head. I had no clue what Uncle Malric and Aunt Ysara were planning. Maybe exile. Maybe worse. But whatever it was… I would face it. Because I had t

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo