Novels by Evelyn Ibekwe

4Beep. Beep. Beep.A soft beeping sound pulled me out of the darkness. My eyes shut open.Each sound felt like it was pulling a thread from the fog inside my skull. My eyelids were heavy, my body felt strange.When I finally opened my eyes, the room painted in white, dim lights blinking above me, figures moving around in green uniforms. Was I dead?My fingers trembled as I tried to move.“Easy,” a voice whispered near my ear. “ you're finally awake. You’re safe, Lyra. Don’t try to sit yet. Relax please."I turned my head slowly and saw her. Vandora. Her brown eyes were red from crying, her hair pulled back messily under her green surgical cap. She looked exhausted but relieved.“Vandora…” My voice cracked. “Where… where am I?”Her lips pressed into a tight smile. “You’re in Seoul, South Korea. In the hospital sweetie.”My heart skipped. “S–Seoul?”She nodded, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. “Yes. You’re safe now. I brought you here because it’s one of the best places for

3I gathered my gown, left the inn hurriedly to speak to Elora later. I walked back to my pack’s territory, to the same tormenting house that never felt like home. I couldn't think straight but let me get to my room first.The apartment loomed in silence as I opened the door slowly. I’d hoped, foolishly, that my mother might ask where I’d been. Instead, the moment I stepped through the door, her voice caught me hard.“Where were you all these Lyra? Did you followed some man to escape the mess you created here?"She stood by the fireplace, her robe immaculate, a cup of tea in her hand. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe.“I went to clear my head mom, don't accuse me wrongly,” I said quietly, ignoring other words like I didn't hear them.Her nostrils flared. “Clear your head? You reek of alcohol and what I can't figure out, like looking pale” then she flinched. "What ever it is, I would find out soon."That was no lie.Before I could utter one more word, Cassandra glided down the stai

2Lanterns hung from branches, gleamed beautiful golden lights. Wolves danced under them, masked, cheering and drinking, happily dancing.The Night of Veils.I knew that ceremony, I heard of it while growing up but never witnessed it. Feels good to finally appear to see one.A once-a-year celebration where scents were hidden by enchanted incense so every wolf could forget their rank for one night.I stepped closer, drawn to the warmth and anonymity. No one looked at me. No one called my name.I slipped on a discarded pink sapphire gown from a merchant’s stall, tied a dark mask over my face, and stepped into the dance.For the first time, I wasn’t Lyra the scentless Luna. I was just… a girl under the moon, to live in the moment.Suddenly, I saw a masculine figure jolted across me.He stood at the edge of the dance floor, tall and broad, his mask black and carved with gold. His presence speaks power. When our eyes met, I felt my heart sank.He moved closer, then held out his hand.I hes

1I was born scentless. In a world where every wolf’s scent signified them, their bloodline, their strength, their mate. I had nothing.My mother, Selene, called it “a shame to the Veyne name.”My father had died when I was eight, leaving behind his company and my foolish hope that love could exist even without scent.My sister, Cassandra, smelled like honey and milk to my mother while I smelled like dust, she was seen as the pack’s golden child.I smelled like nothing at all. I didn't matter that much to anyone.Yet, I believed love could bridge the gap when I meet the one for me.Kael Ronen had been my light. He held me when others mocked me. He kept assuring me that scent didn’t matter at all. He promised to spend forever with me. First time in my life, I was happy, fulfilled even. Yes, i believed him because no one has ever shown me that type of care like he'd done.Until night he broke me.The Mooncrest Pack’s ballroom glowed gold that evening. The celebration was meant to mark