Novels by ambivertgirl

Alexei"Irene feels there is some other motive behind Stella’s return… not just the mate bond." I pull her into my side, throwing my arm around her shoulders. My nose brushes through her hair, and I breathe her in deep. Her scent smooths the edge of my wolf’s anger, keeps him from clawing his way out."She’s right," Sophia says, giving Irene a sharp nod. "Even I could sense it from her emotions. There’s something she’s holding back." Her voice drops lower, almost like she’s talking to herself. "Thank goodness, now we won’t have to deal with her, since Irene is your mate."Irene finally speaks for the first time in a while, her voice soft and gentle with a hint of seriousness. "I think it has something to do with being a mother." Her eyes narrow slightly, like she’s piecing together a puzzle only she can see."How do you know?" Anastasia leans forward, her tone curious but not challenging."I didn’t at first," Irene admits. "Her voice… it had a longing in it. Earlier, I couldn’t place

AlexeiWe’re only a few feet from the packhouse when I mindlink one of the younger wolves to bring clothes. Irene presses close to me, her hair a mess, her cheeks still carrying that soft pink that I love. When the wolf shows up, I hand Irene her bundle first before pulling mine on quick. Neither of us says much.As soon as we step into the yard, the whole pack is outside. For a moment, silence hangs heavy. Then cheers break out. Loud. Raw. They’ve seen the marks. My mark on her, hers on me. It’s clear what it means, and they don’t hold back in showing it.Mikhail stands at the front, face calm as ever, but when his eyes meet mine, he gives me a short nod. To anyone else, it’s nothing. To me, it says enough, he’s truly glad for me... for us. He is never much on showing much emotion, but I know what his silent face carries.Sophia and Anastasia rush over before I can react. Sophia throws her arms around Irene, then pulls me in. Anastasia grins and claps me hard on the back. “Congrats,”

AlexeiThe shift leaves me shaky, skin buzzing where fur once was, lungs pulling in air like I’ve run a thousand miles. My wolf is quiet now, not gone but settled, satisfied in a way he’s never been. But even with that peace inside, my body is burning all over again. Not from the shift. From her.Irene is right there in front of me, bare and glowing in the pale silver of the moonlight. Her hair spills over her shoulders, her eyes locking on mine like there’s no one else in the world. And maybe there isn’t. Not after what just happened. Not after I marked her and she marked me back. The bond hums between us, pulling me to her like I can’t ever be far again.My eyes keep drifting back to the mark on her throat, the place I made mine. It’s still angry and red, a bright badge against the curve of her skin, and every time I look I get that stupid, fierce little rush that surprises me. She is right there, all soft and breathing, and that mark says what my words never could.My hand moves w

IreneThe forest comes alive with the sound of our paws striking the earth, a rhythm that feels both wild and familiar. The air is sharp in my lungs, cold enough to sting, but it only makes me push harder, faster. I weave through the trees, my fur brushing against low branches, my wolf’s heart pounding with joy. Behind me, I hear him, his wolf, big, powerful, heavy in every step.But it doesn’t feel right. His pace is too measured, too smooth, like he’s holding back.My ears twitch at the playful growl that slips out of him, and I almost roll my eyes. He’s teasing me. Letting me think I’m ahead, letting me think I’m too quick for him. My wolf huffs, tail flicking in irritation. He doesn’t need to let me win. He should know better.Still, a spark of laughter bubbles in me. For a few minutes, I let it happen. I race ahead, soaking in the warmth of him chasing me, the bond buzzing between us like vibrating every cell of my being. I can feel him brushing against my energy, not touching bu

IreneI don’t even know how to hold myself together. The flood of emotions crashing through me is too much, too big to name. My chest aches, my hands tremble against him, and I can barely breathe. Alexei is not my first mate... but these emotions... this feeling of finding your mate is something I am living for the first time... All my first beautiful emotions are connected to Alexei, making them even more special.Back then, I thought I understood what it meant to be bonded, but that understanding was of pain and agony... because my half of my soul was gone... but standing here with Alexei, feeling this… it’s like I’ve been blind my whole life and only now opened my eyes.My wolf is soaring inside me, her joy spilling over into me until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin. She’s howling with happiness, her voice twining with his wolf’s, their connection threading between us like golden light. I feel it, the pull, the weaving of something stronger than flesh, stronger than reason.

AlexeiThe second Stella’s hands touch me, it feels like fire ripping across my skin. Not the good kind of fire, not warmth or heat, but a searing, burning wrong that makes my whole body recoil. My chest tightens, my wolf snarls so loud in my head it rattles my bones. He’s furious, disgusted, spitting rage at the fact that someone who isn’t ours dared to put their hands on us. It’s like poison soaking into my veins, like I can’t get her touch off me fast enough. Every nerve screams for the one touch that matters, the only one that’s right. Irene’s.And then she’s in my arms.The chaos inside me goes quiet in an instant, like the storm’s been cut off at the root. Everything sharp and ugly drains out, leaving nothing but relief and a calm so fierce it nearly brings me to my knees. I crush her against me, my arms locked tight around her like she’s the only thing keeping me alive. Because she is. My wolf is wild in my head, but not with anger anymore. He’s chanting, howling, his voice po

Samuel's POV Ten years later. That moment is still fresh in my mind when Ariana left me. How can you forget the moment when your everything was walking away from you? I wanted to beg her not to leave me and just give me one more chance, but something refrained me from doing so. This was the punishment which she had chosen for me. Therefore, even if it was killing me, I decided to accept my punishment. There's a hope in this punishment that when it ends, I will find my eternal happiness. Only I don't know when or if this punishment will ever come to an end. Numerous times, I broke down because the pain of bei

Ariana’s POV “Everyone is not lucky to get a second chance at love in their life, but I am one of those few people lucky people who found true love after losing their trust in love.” Samuel smiles softly, but the sadness in his eyes reveals his true feelings, “I fell in love for the first time it was with a wrong person, but when I found the right person, I was not able to cherish her the way I should have.” “I want to blame the circumstances. I want to blame the world for whatever wrong has happened in my life. But the truth is the only person to blame is me.” He clenches his jaws while he stares at the table, “Only if I had the courage to tell you everything from the beginning, then I would not have made you feel betrayed and hurt. Maybe we would still have been friends. But I was a coward, and now I am paying the price of my mistake.”

Ariana's POV Until now, I never realized how good it feels to take charge of your life. You feel so powerful. Whenever anything went wrong in my life that turned my life upside down, I always tried to put together my life again. Even now, I am doing the same. The only difference is that all the other times, I didn't want to, but I had to. But now, I want to get hold of my life and put together the pieces of my life for myself. I want to be in charge of my own happiness and destiny. I want to do this for myself and Justin. He deserves a sister who is stable in her life, not someone who is an emotional mess. I don't want the impact of my poor choices to reflect on him. So even though I have said many times, I will say it again; I will make ever

Ariana's POV Gathering snacks in my arms, I walk into the living with a wide grin on my face. Justin turns to me, adorning a similar grin, and rushes to help me carry the snacks. "Be careful." Turning around, Justin glances at me then he crawls inside our blanket fort. Rolling my eyes, I smile as I carefully enter Justin's fort. "Next time, we will make an even bigger fort," Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies.

Ariana's POV Max's fingers draw lazy patterns on my arm while keeping his arm wrapped around me. My head is resting on his chest, finding comfort in his strong heartbeat. He is alive, and he will be okay. We both lie in each other arms in silence. However, there is no awkwardness between us, just meaningful silence. Somewhere we both are at a loss for words. Maybe we do not know how to voice these newfound feelings. I feel him pressing a small kiss on the top of my head, which causes me to raise my head from his chest to glance at his face. His throat works as he swallows while blankly staring ahead. A moment later, his gaze flickers to me, and I watch a myriad of emotions passing through his face.

Ariana's POV There are rare moments in my life when I truly feel helpless, where the feeling of being useless dominates all my other emotions. This is one of those rare moments as I sit across Max with a stoic expression, probably because I feel too numb to react. The silence around us is heavy. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Its ticking reminds me of the ticking of a time bomb, and somewhere it is not far from the truth. Time. Is. Ticking. With each moment passing, I feel my chest constricting. All these feelings were too familiar, the vice-like grip clutching my chest, making each intake of breath difficult than the previous one.

Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi

Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa

Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve

GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or

Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into

Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i