Novels by eniolaolusesi814

Dona's POVThe very next day found Piper and I in her car. I stared at the building in front of us, then turned to Piper with the flattest expression I could manage. "Pipes, This is the School of Communication and Media building.""Yup," Piper said cheerfully."The building where they teach journalism, broadcasting, all that stuff.""That's the one."I threw my hands up in frustration. "I thought you were bringing me somewhere we could actually figure out what happened with the leaked video. You know, something useful?""Yeah?" Piper shrugged flippantly. "That's exactly why we're here.""Oh, my God!" I dropped my head into my hands and groaned. "Piper, I have other stuff to figure out, like that envelope I found at my mum's...""I know, I know.""Please tell me you have something good. Because I'm supposed to be at the hockey scrimmage right now.""Oh?" She turned to me with a wicked grin. "I thought you didn't like hockey.""I don't.""Then why do you care about missing it?" Her gri

August's POVAfter Coach walked away, I found the nearest chair and dropped into it. My head fell into my hands and I pressed my palms against my eyes until I started to see spots. See me on Monday...Was Coach going to tell me the scouts had written me off completely? Probably that they'd seen the suspension and decided I wasn't worth the risk? Or maybe they'd watched the team fall apart without me and blamed me for it anyway.If that was the case, why couldn't he just tell me right now?The questions wouldn't stop circling. Every possible answer felt much scarier than the last.In that spot, I heard very loud, obnoxious laughter that I recognized immediately. Everett and his crew were somewhere behind me, probably still sitting in their section. I didn't turn around. I kept my head down and my teeth gritted, forcing myself to breathe calmly. I knew that they wanted a reaction, possibly so they could record it and spread it all over campus like someone spread the last video.I wasn'

August's POV I probably shouldn't have come. I was sitting in one of the chairs at the rink, dreading what my teammates would say when they saw me. I was suspended, so I still couldn't play. I'd even gone back to Dr. Henderson's office this morning to beg her one more time, but she'd given me the coldest shoulder I'd ever received. The scrimmage was happening away, not at home, so I'd had to drive almost two hours out of Tallahassee just to get here. And now, I was regretting it. I looked around. As promised, Everett and his entire motley crew from Kaiser University were here to taunt us. They were sitting a few rows to the left, and Everett was shooting me taunting looks. For a moment, I wondered if he was the one who'd taken that video of Dona and I; it was just the kind of messed-up thing that he'd do. The thought made me furious again, I managed to stay composed and ignore him. Meanwhile, Atlanta Northern Tech was already prepped and warming up on the ice, but FSU's team was

August's POV I got to my hotel and headed straight for the suite. I quickly unlocked the door. When I stepped inside, I found Dona sitting on the couch, cross-legged and looking dejected. Piper was walking around the suite, admiring the French windows and how they overlooked our part of Florida. When Piper saw me, she stopped and glared at me. "How the hell can you afford to stay here? I didn't get a proper look the last time I came." She moved from the kitchen to the bedrooms, then to the bar, touching everything like she was inspecting displays a museum. I raised an eyebrow. "Piper, if you're trying to case the place for a robbery, you're doing a very terrible job." "Ah ha!" She curled her lips in disgust. "There's a reason I never liked you in the first place." I ignored her and went straight to Dona, sat beside her on the couch and stared at her face. She didn't say anything, but there was a look of hopelessness in her eyes that left me feeling empty. It hurt to see that muc

August's POVI stood in front of the Athletic Director's office door, staring at the nameplate. My hand hovered near the wood, but I couldn't bring myself to knock. Every part of me wanted to turn around and walk away and pretend the email had never come. But I couldn't do that.I finally summoned the courage and knocked twice."Come in," a voice called from inside.I pushed the door open and stepped in. The Athletic Director sat behind a large desk, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She was a Black woman in her middle age, with graying hair pulled back into a neat bun and a calm smile on her face. The plaque on her desk read: Dr. L. Henderson, Athletic Director."Mr. Reynolds," she greeted warmly. "Please, sit down."I sat, gripping the armrests of the chair nervously.She leaned back in her seat and that smile stayed plastered on her face. "I've been following your progress this season. You're quite the star player. Your stats are impressive, especially for a transfer student

Dona's POV Piper continued eating in silence for a few minutes, chewing aggressively like she was taking her frustration out on the food. Then she suddenly gave a start, as if she'd just remembered something important. "Oh, oh!" She turned to me. "My mom called yesterday, and she told me to tell you she went to see your mum." I straightened immediately. "What? She went eventually? Tell me everything." Piper set her fork down and wiped her mouth. "She said she went to speak to your mom herself. When she got there, your mom was very much on edge and jumpy, moving around a lot...." I nodded, remembering how she was the last time I'd been to the house. "Then she said your mom was doing a lot of unnecessary cooking too." I sighed. "My mom likes to cook when she's stressed. It's how she copes." "That's what my mom thought too." Piper nodded. "But your mom kept saying everything was fine, and Peter was treating her well. She even said she was worried about you leaving the house becau

Raven's POVI wasn’t going to sit in that pack house and let Ramsey play at being king while my husband rotted somewhere.So I stomped right out into the yard where the warriors were drilling, the sun in my face and my temper boiling so hot I could feel it in my teeth.Some of them used to train under me. I remembered standing behind them, pushing their stances lower, forcing their arms higher until they could hold a sword without shaking. Now, they saw me coming and suddenly found the sky, the dirt and their shoelaces very interesting.“Where is Liam?” I called to the nearest one, a broad-shouldered fighter I’d once had to drag out of the mud during a spar.He kept his eyes fixed on the target dummy. “Haven’t seen him.”“Try again,” I said.He didn’t.Another one, leaning on a spear like it was a cane, muttered something under his breath and walked off.I went to the next, a woman I’d seen take down three men twice her size. “You trained with Liam almost every day. Where is he?”She

Raven's POVIt was still dark when I woke up the next morning, and I was extremely restless, still thinking about Jaxon. I pulled on my clothes, laced my boots and stepped out.The camp where our entourage was lodged was already stirring. A few men stood with their eyes half-closed, others checked their weapons. I walked up, ready to tell them what I suspected, but before I could get far into it, one of the older guards cut me off.“We’ve guessed it, Luna Raven." He muttered.I frowned. “Guessed what?”“That your father has our Alpha. We’ve had his men circling all night, watching us like we’re next.""Yes." Another guard nodded. “They’ll probably make their move tonight. We were just talking about it.”“Then we have to leave now." I instructed. "We’ll ride back to Night Howler’s Pack, get the numbers we need and return for my husband.”They didn’t argue and we didn’t waste time. Within minutes, saddles were tightened and our bags were thrown over shoulders. The sky was still black, s

Raven's POV I tried not to look at the clock again, but my eyes kept drifting back. First hour, fine. Maybe my father had more to say. Maybe they were still talking. Men like them never used two words when twenty could drag it out longer. By the second hour, I was already pacing around the room. The party downstairs had already disbanded, and through the window, I'd watched the nobles from other packs leave my father's mansion. The fire had gone out in the hearth and I didn’t light it again. I didn’t need warmth. I needed Jaxon. Third hour, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my fingers tapping a nervous rhythm into the mattress. He said he’d be back soon. Someone knocked and I jumped up, half sure it would be him. It wasn’t. It was a servant girl holding a folded set of clothes. "From the Lady Elinor," she mumbled, holding them out. "It is for the banquet tomorrow night." I took the silk clothes without really looking at them, and dumped them impatiently on the bed. "Have

Jaxon's POV The first thing I noticed when I woke was the ache in my head. It pulsed like a tribal drum. My arms were deadweight behind me, wrists strapped together with rattling chains. I tried to lift them but the movement sent pain up my spine. My body felt far away. My mind was slow. The air reeked of sweat and must and old blood. Somewhere nearby, water dripped in steady rhythm. I rolled onto my side, or tried to. My body barely cooperated. I was inside a cage. Iron bars sealed me off from the rest of the room. I tugged at the restraints again and felt metal bite into my skin. The chains rattled weakly; I had no strength left. I stared at the floor, the damp, dark patches that I knew was my own blood. No doubt about it, this wasn’t a regular cell. This was meant for animals. Alpha Viktor had planned this, every moment of it. I should have never brought Raven here, into harm's way. I wanted to shift so that I could heal, but I couldn’t. I was cut off from everything that made

Jaxon's POV The servant walked ahead of me and didn’t look back. He walked quickly, almost like he had somewhere better to be. There were mo greetings from passing staff, or guards posted at the usual corners that I remembered from my last visit to this place. “Where is Alpha Viktor?” I asked, increasing my pace to meet up with the servant, who didn't reply me. He just turned the corner sharply and continued walking. Warning bells began to ring in my head. We reached a heavy wooden door flanked by two guards, but something caught me off guard. Their armor wasn’t Viktor’s, or mine, or anyone I could place. No crest, no insignia, nothing. I braced for the worst. Then the door swung open, and Alpha Viktor stepped out with a practiced smile. “Ah, Jaxon. You took your time.” He opened his arms in welcome, voice warm and rehearsed. For a moment, I told myself I was being paranoid. Maybe the guards were new or maybe the servant was just unusually quiet. Maybe nothing was wrong. “Come

Raven's POVWhen Jaxon found me, I was standing just outside in the hallway, trying to catch my breath. I felt as though my head was about to explode with anger.Jaxon walked up beside me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?""Fine," I rasped, not looking at him."Liar."I gave a short laugh, but it cracked in the middle. "You didn’t have to follow me.""Yes. I did. You're my wife."I rubbed my face. "I don't know why I thought this would go differently. I don't know why I came. I should have listened to you and stayed behind at Night Howler's pack."Jaxon sighed and leaned against the wall next to me. "You came because it's your dad. You never have to apologise for that."I looked up at him, and wondered how I could explain that I was angry and sad at the same time. "He let her say it. He let her say it, and then he agreed with her.""I know.""I should've expected it.""That doesn’t make it hurt less."We stood there a moment. Then I reached for his hand again. "T