Novels by atlasxyne

Genevieve Everhart’s POVI went home immediately after shaking off Nathan from following me. I grabbed some bottle of water in a convenience store nearby my neighborhood on my way home, and throughout, I felt like someone was following me.I tried to take a different path and go around the place for quite a while until I was sure I lost the person who was following me. I massaged my temples thinking that it could be Nathan.And few minutes after arriving in the apartment I leased recently, the doorbell rang twice and to my confusion, I raised my eyebrow. Who would possibly be visiting me when no one knows I live here?I checked the monitor beside the door and a man was in front of the door. He was wearing a cap but I can see half of his face through the monitor. He once again rang the doorbell and I just stared at him through the screen.But what I noticed was, he was smiling.Not in an arrogant or threatening way, he was smiling in a polite manner. The man standing outside my door lo

Damien Valecrest’s POVSomething is wrong with me.I was just reviewing estate reports, then next, every instinct in my body had suddenly gone silent then screamed.I put my pen down, slowly as though sudden movement might somehow fix whatever was happening.Except that it didn’t, the sensation I couldn’t describe only intensified.A strange pressure settled beneath my ribs, but it wasn’t painful.It felt familiar.My wolf surged forward so violently that I nearly crushed the armrest beneath my hand.There, Damien.I frowned with a tight grip.What there?Fenrir, my wolf then sounded agitated. And it shocked me, annoyed yes. Disappointed, often. Judgmental, constantly. But agitated? Never.There.He repeated the word again, more urgency in his tone now.I stood abruptly and the advisors seated across from me immediately fell silent. One of them looked concerned, one looked scared, one looked shocked.I ignored it all because Fenrir was still pushing.He’s pacing and focused on somethi

The room remained silent after my words.Every person present seemed to suddenly find documents on their desk fascinating as my lawyer had started distributing evidence of Nathan Whitmore cheating.I almost laughed at the sight, even Nathan received proof of his own wrong doings.I spent three years trying to be heard, and somehow the first time he truly listened to me was when we were in a courtroom.Unfortunately for him, being late is one of my pet peeves in a person.The rain continued tapping softly against the courthouse windows as they continued going through pictures and documents.Such a fitting soundtrack for the end of a marriage.Nathan sat motionless cross from me with his hands clasped tightly together and his gaze fixed on the papers.Not once did he look in my direction, nor did he attempt another explanation or do an absurd protest.The judge took a deep breath and said, “Alpha Whitmore.”Slowly, Nathan lifted his head to look at the judge.“Do you still intent to cha

“Your Honor,” he remarked and the room fell silent.Every gaze shifted toward Nathan with mine included, and for a brief moment, I wondered if this was it.The apology. Or maybe the explanation.Or the grand realization that should have happened months ago. Even years ago.Instead, Nathan ran a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply upon saying, “This is ridiculous.”The disappointment shouldn’t have surprised me, yet somehow it still did.The judge remained impassive.“Alpha Whitmore?”Nathan scoffed and stated, “My wife is just upset.”I blinked twice slowly at him, then at the air.“Pardon me?” I voiced.He ignored me, and of course he did. It’s exactly what he had spent years doing.“This is clearly an emotional decision, like look,” he muttered and pointed at me.“We’ve had disagreements before. I understand she’s frustrated, but this doesn’t need to become a legal matter,” he continued.A strange feeling ran through me, not anger, neither it was sadness. Something colder, the

The silence stretched for almost a minute, he looked around and saw the pack elders sitting in the same room as us, showering him glares and that’s when he realized it is that serious.A minute was long enough for the confusion to settle across Nathan’s face. Long enough for me to watch him replay the judge’s words in his head.And long enough for me to enjoy it.“Excuse me?” Nathan finally faltered.The judge remained composed with the same calmness I have in me.“Mr. Whitmore, are you challenging the signature on the finalized divorce agreement?”Rowan blinked twice, completely still like his feet were nailed on the floor. Then to our surprise, he laughed. A short, disbelieving sound that echoed across the room which was enough for me to realize how thick faced he is.“I’m sorry,” he said, sat in his chair and still laughing as he leaned back on his chair.“The what? What is this? A prank?” He was laughing his ass off and even pinched the arch of his nose.The judge looked down at t

Today is the day.The day that I am finally divorcing my husband.The thought should have hurt more.Three years ago, Genevieve Everhart would have cried at the idea of divorce. Two years ago, she would have begged for another chance. A year ago, she might have stayed awake all night wondering what she had done wrong.Today, in three hours, twenty-seven minutes, and fourteen seconds, my marriage will officially cease to exist.I’ve honestly waited thirty days for this moment.Thirty days since Nathan signed the papers.Thirty days since he scribbled his name and signature at the bottom of the divorce papers without lifting his eyes from his phone.Without reading a single word.And without noticing he was signing away his wife.Since last night, I had barely slept a wink thinking of what I happened and a huge part of it was on the idea of Nathan. I tried to cry my heart out last night but there was no tear to spare. I felt drained to the point that I feel empty.It hurts a lot but I c