Nobela ni Tera Writes

OCTAVIAVanessa squealed and bounced in, her curls swaying as she looked around. “Hmm... This room is a bit small, but at least it’s clean,” she said, her voice still light. Then she turned to me, her eyes shining. “Alright! Go shower and change, Octavia. After that, I’m taking you on a tour of the pack lands. You need to see the place if you’re going to stay for a while.”I hesitated, studying her face. Was this real? Or was it another test? Another part of the puzzle I hadn’t seen yet? Did Alpha Dorian send her to spy on me?Vanessa must have seen the hesitation in my eyes and mistaken it for something else, because she waved a hand. “Go on! I promise it will be worth it. You'll thank me for this, Octavia, you’ll see. You can't just stay cooped up in here all day, you’re going to die of boredom!”Finally, I nodded. “Okay.”I set the bag on the bed, my fingers brushing over the soft fabric. Then I turned and headed toward the bathroom. As I closed the door behind me, my mind wouldn’t

OCTAVIAI paced back and forth in my room, my mind spinning like a wheel stuck in mud. I could just smell trouble in the atmosphere. I wasn’t a fool. I could already tell Alpha Dorian suspected me. Every word I’d spoken to him felt like he was taking account of them. He’d probably already started digging into my story, turning over every lie I’d carefully planted.And if he found out the truth, if he found out why I was really here, then it was game over for me. My mission, my only chance at freedom… gone. Even Dory.I couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. Not when I hadn’t even gotten close enough to do what I’d been sent here for. Maeron would have my head.I raked a hand through my hair, blowing out a long breath, trying to calm the panic growing in my chest. I needed to think. To act fast. Somehow, I had to get his trust before everything fell apart. But how could I do that when he didn’t even look like the kind of man to trust anyone so easily? His eyes were cold, sharp, and to be h

DORIANMy head was filled with thoughts as I sat behind the desk in my office, turning a glass of whiskey slowly in my hand while staring into the empty space in front of me.Across from me, Colton sat back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking at me like he already knew what I was thinking. And maybe he did. He was my Beta for a reason, after all.“You don’t believe her, do you?” Colton finally asked.I kept my eyes on the glass for a moment before setting it down on the table. “No,” I said simply. “I don’t.”Colton raised an eyebrow. “Because her story doesn’t add up? Or because you just don’t trust anyone, Dorian?”His words should probably sting, and maybe with anyone else they would have, but not with me. Never with me. Because he was absolutely right. I didn't trust anyone, and I didn't intend to.“Because nothing about her makes sense, Colton,” I told him. “She says rogues destroyed her pack, but there’s no sign of it. Nothing to prove or back up her story in any way. I'v

OCTAVIAI kept my head lowered, pretending to be shy… or scared. Honestly, I didn’t even need to pretend much. Dorian’s presence made it hard to breathe.“He’s intense,” Zara my wolf muttered in the back of my mind. “Too calm. Too quite...... I don’t like it.”"Neither do I," I replied silently.He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. Just stood there, towering over me, as if he was trying to peel back my skin and look at whatever truth was hiding underneath.“Octavia,” he said again, his voice low and dangerous, as if he was tasting the name on his tongue. “That’s not a name I’ve heard around here.”My fingers curled slightly at my sides, so I clasped them together and forced my voice to sound weak. “I’m not from around here. We lived in the mountains near East Hollow.”Colton cleared his throat behind me. “Alpha, we found her just past the border. She’s injured and says rogues killed her entire pack. She asked for shelter just for the night. She’ll leave tomorrow.”I never planned to

OCTAVIASmoke stung my eyes as I stumbled through the trees, each step dragging more than the last. My clothes were torn, and soaked in blood and dirt. Some of the blood was mine, but most wasn’t. I had spent hours smearing animal blood on myself, standing in thick smoke just long enough to carry that burnt scent, just to make my story and act believable.I collapsed just past the Shadow Crescent border, gasping. My lungs burned from the smoke, and my thigh throbbed painfully where I’d cut myself just enough to sell the lie without slowing me down. The plan was simple. Look like a survivor. Seem helpless. Be the victim. That was the only way they'd let me in. And I needed in.So I waited.Time passed slowly. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours.The sun was nearly gone when a loud howl met my ears, followed by fast and heavy footsteps and sound of leaves and twigs snapping.Three men burst into the clearing, their wild-eyed, scanning the scene. I swallowed as I recognized their scent.Shadow C

OCTAVIA.Maeron’s offer kept spinning in my head. I stood there with my fists clenched, and my heart pounding in my chest.“You’re insane,” I muttered, not caring if he’d be angry or not. “You want me to trap Dorian Lysander? The man who killed his own parents? The one whose name causes his fellow alphas to tremble? They call him the beast for a real reason, Maeron. And you think I’m just going to charm him into following me around like a lost pup?”Of course, Maeron hadn’t blinked when I said all that. He just gave that slimy smile he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand. “You’re smarter than this, Octavia. Stronger. Deadlier. And let’s not forget, beautiful.”“Don’t patronize me,” I shot back.He’d only laughed and stepped closer, lowering his voice like he was telling me a secret. “You think this is impossible because you’re scared. But fear... fear is good. It reminds you of what you’re fighting for. Dory. Freedom. One mission. One trap. And you both walk away, Octavi