Novels by Osemen

Evelyn’s POV: The great hall blazed with light. Gold banners hung from the rafters, and laughter rolled like thunder across the tables. It was Lucien’s night, his ceremony to step into his father’s place. Every wolf in the Blood Fang Pack wanted to be seen smiling for their soon-to-be Alpha. I moved between the tables with a tray of goblets. The smell of roasted meat and sweet wine filled the air until I could hardly breathe. I kept my eyes down, the way an omega should. My heart still hurt from the humiliation of the last few days. My name had become a joke that never stopped echoing. “Careful, omega,” a guard muttered as I passed. “Wouldn’t want to spill on your new Alpha.” Laughter followed. I said nothing. Lucien sat at the head table beside Selena. He looked like a king already—broad shoulders, golden eyes, power rolling off him in quiet waves. When he laughed, the hall seemed to lean closer. When he frowned, the sound died instantly. I hated that my eyes kept finding

Evelyn POV: By morning, the whispers had multiplied. Everywhere I went, someone was talking about the night I’d been summoned to the Alpha’s chamber. No one said what they thought happened, but their smirks said enough. Selena found me near the training yard, scrubbing the benches. “Still here?” she said loudly, so her friends could hear. “Maybe if you clean hard enough, the Alpha will notice you again.” Laughter followed. I kept my head down. “Yes, Miss Selena.” She stepped closer, heel pressing on the bucket’s rim until it flipped. Water splashed over my feet. “Oops,” she said. “Clumsy omega.” Then a voice cut through—flat, low, full of weight. “That’s enough, Selena.” Rowan said as he worked towards us. Everybody fell quiet. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Rowan stood a few paces away. Lucien’s Beta. Rowen, who gave orders with one look and who the younger guards followed without question. He didn’t often speak to the low ranks. When he did, people li

Lucien POV: I should have killed that feeling the moment it started. The taste of her still burned on my lips. My fists were clenched so tight, blood slipped between my knuckles. I slammed my hand against the wall again. The stone cracked this time. Good. Pain was better than thinking. "What the hell was wrong with me?" "I am Lucien Blackthorn, future Alpha of Blood Fang. No one made me lose control. No one. Especially not a worthless omega." And yet… that moment. Her eyes. The way she looked at me like she still saw me under all this. That damn pull between us wouldn’t die. It clawed at my chest, burned through my veins, whispering her name like a curse. “Lucien.” Her voice cut through my head again. I growled low, shoving the thought away. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want her. The door opened. Selena walked in, her steps light but cautious — like someone walking into a cage with a beast that might bite. She wore that fake sweet smile she was known for. “Lucien, everyone

I walked home with my head down, trying not to hear the whispers that followed me. Every step hurt. The bond pain still burned in my chest, sharp and cold at the same time. It felt like something inside me had cracked open. When I reached the small cabin near the servants’ quarters, I stopped to breathe. The walls were old, the roof leaked when it rained, but it was the only place that ever felt safe. “Evelyn,” a soft voice called from inside. My mother. She was sitting up on her bed, pale and thin, but her smile still warmed the room. Her long dark hair was streaked with silver, her eyes calm like the moonlight. “You’re back early,” she said. “Did something happen?” she asked worry visible in her voice. I forced a small smile and shook my head. “No, Mama. Just work. The Alpha wanted extra help at the ceremony.” She looked at me for a long time. I could tell she didn’t believe me.She always saw through me, no matter how quiet I was. “You’re trembling, my love.” She re

Evelyn POV: When I opened my eyes, I prayed I was still dreaming. That the ceremony was over, that the whispers and the laughter were figments of a cruel nightmare. But reality hit me the second my body shifted. Cold stone beneath my palms. The sting of humiliation still fresh in my chest. And above all, him. "Lucien Blackthorn." He stood a few steps away, towering, unshaken, the moonlight painting sharp edges across his face. His golden eyes—those eyes I once admired from afar—looked at me with nothing but disdain. “She’s awake,” someone murmured. Laughter rippled through the crowd like poison. My heart clenched so hard it hurt to breathe. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. No one came to help. No one ever did.My vision swam as I tried to push myself upright. The room tilted, my head spun, but the sound of his voice pinned me in place. “Evelyn,” Lucien said, his tone cold enough to freeze the air. “Accept my rejection.” The words struck again, sl

“The Moon Goddess has made her choice.”The elder’s voice thundered across the ceremonial hall. A hush fell over the pack, silence so heavy I could hear my own heartbeat slamming in my chest.Dozens of eyes turned in my direction.My palms were clammy. My chest heaved. The bond tugged at me, an invisible string pulling me toward him.Lucien Blackthorn.My breath hitched as my gaze locked with his. Tall, broad-shouldered, dangerous. Golden eyes that burned like fire under the glow of the moonlight filtering through the tall windows. The future Alpha. The man every she-wolf in the Blood fang Pack dreamed of.And the Moon Goddess had given him… to me.I felt my lips part, trembling with disbelief. My heart screamed inside me—hope, fear, everything tangled. Me, Evelyn. The weak omega. The nobody. The girl who spent her life scrubbing floors, ignored, mocked, forgotten.For one fleeting second, I thought maybe the Goddess hadn’t abandoned me after all. Maybe I was chosen for something more

After completing the call with Luca, I contacted the council. I did so for one reason: to draw blood without firing a single bullet. The long marble table stretches before me. At its head my father once sat; now the position belongs to me. The men surrounding the table, captains, lieutenants, and advisers watch me with careful eyes. Some are loyal, some are opportunists, and some are snakes who wear smiles. Luca stands behind my chair in silence, his arms crossed. Marco lounges several seats away, a glass of scotch in his hand, observing me with the faintest smile that expresses equal parts pride and curiosity. Isabella sits to the side, not an official participant in the meeting but not excluded either. Her hands are folded neatly in her lap, and her face is calm and unreadable. She knows that she is being watched. She also knows that I have not completely forgiven the shadow that once followed her. However, tonight is not about her at least, not yet. “Gentlemen,” I begin, my vo

The night doesn’t end. It stretches, silent and heavy, long after Isabella leaves the study.The villa is sleeping, but I can’t.The whiskey glass still sits by the window, half-empty. I turn it slowly in my hand and watch the city lights tremble in its reflection. My thoughts circle the same truth—someone close betrayed me. Someone inside the Moretti bloodline fed the enemy our coordinates.The warehouse wasn’t just an attack. It was a message.I grab my coat and gun. No guards. No Luca. Not this time.The drive through the southern streets is silent. The air still smells of smoke, and every turn reminds me of the fire earlier—the screams, the collapsing steel, Luca’s blood on my hands. Rage sharpens my focus. Mercy is a weakness I can’t afford anymore.The abandoned communications hub stands on the edge of the old industrial zone. A relic from my father’s time—long unused, long forgotten. Or so I thought.Inside, dust hangs thick in the air, swirling through the faint beam of my fla

The explosion hit before dawn.I remember the flash first, it's was white, blinding, too silent for half a heartbeat. then the roar that followed, tearing through steel and glass. The Moretti warehouse was supposed to be secure. My father’s men built it themselves; every inch of concrete, every bolt, every gate was meant to be untouchable. But as the ground split beneath me and fire climbed the walls, I realized that “untouchable” was just another lie. I was not supposed to be scared but I was.The impact made me, hit the ground hard. Dust and smoke filled my lungs. Somewhere behind me, Luca shouted my name. I crawled through the debris, gun in hand, my vision blurred from the smoke. The alarms wailed, a dying sound against the chaos.“Luca!” I shouted with everything in me.A faint groan answered me. I found him under a fallen steel beam, his left arm was twisted, his own blood pooling beneath him. I grabbed the beam and shoved it aside with a grunt, adrenaline burning through me.“C

Adrian POVThe sky outside the villa is still dark when I open my eyes. The air feels heavy, charged with the kind of silence that comes before a storm. Beside me, Isabella sleeps — or pretends to. Her breathing is soft, too controlled. I lie there for a moment, gun resting on my thigh, watching her through the faint light creeping in through the curtains.She looks peaceful. Innocent. But I can’t forget the image of the tracker in my palm. The weight of that lie still sits in my chest.I rise quietly, pulling on a shirt, my mind already spinning through possibilities. Who placed it? Why through her? And why now, when everything in this family is already tearing apart?I pour myself a glass of water and turn to her when she stirs.“You were talking in your sleep,” I say calmly.She blinks, eyes wide. “I was?”“Yes.” I tilt my head slightly. “You said… ‘He’ll never know.’ What won’t I know, Isabella?”Her lips part, confusion flashing across her face, then the soft tremble of a forced

Adrian POVThe signal leads us to the outskirts of the city, where the air smells like rust and smoke, and the only light comes from flickering street lamps that haven’t worked properly in years.Luca parks the car a block away from the location. The building ahead of us is nothing but a shell of old brick walls, shattered windows, a collapsed roof in the back. It used to be part of the old Moretti communications network before my father shut it down.Now it’s alive again.Not with people, but with sound, faint electrical hums that shouldn’t be there.Luca moves ahead first, gun drawn. I follow, silent, scanning every corner. The dust on the floor is disturbed, fresh footprints layered over old ones. Someone’s been here—recently.We reach the control room, and my pulse tightens.Wires snake across the walls, connected to screens and recording equipment. Some are still running, faint blue lights blinking on the consoles. On one of the monitors in my villa. Different angles. The study.

Adrian POVThe tracker blinks once before going dead in my palm.A small device, harmless in size, but heavy with meaning.The necklace I gave Isabella, my mother’s necklace—isn’t what I thought it was. It’s not protection. It’s now surveillance.The air in the room turns colder. The hum of the night fades. I stare at the tiny piece of metal like it’s whispering something I can’t afford to ignore.I don’t move for a while. Just breathe. Watch. Think.Then I walk to the desk, set the necklace down carefully, and call Luca.He answers on the first ring. “Yeah, boss?”“Get down here,” I say quietly. “Now. And come alone.”Minutes later, his footsteps echo through the hall. When he enters, he takes one look at my face and doesn’t ask questions. His eyes land on the necklace lying open on the table.“What’s that?” he mutters, stepping closer.“Tracker,” I say.He blinks. “Where’d it come from?”I let the silence answer him. His expression hardens. “Don’t tell me”“The necklace,” I cut in,