Novels by FRANKOPHONE

Jaxon's POV "Jaxon?" My father's voice came through the speaker, sharp with surprise. "What's wrong? It's nearly midnight." "Nothing's wrong, Dad. In fact, everything's finally right." I kept my eyes locked on Maya's as I spoke. "I'm calling to inform you that I'm officially renouncing my claim to the Alpha position." "What?" Damien's roar was so loud that Maya flinched. "Have you lost your mind?" "No, I've found it," I said calmly. "I'm also formally requesting release from the Northclaw Pack. I'll be submitting the paperwork tomorrow." "Jaxon Cross, you will get home this instant and explain.." "There's nothing to explain," I interrupted. "I choose Maya. I choose love. I choose a future that doesn't involve betraying the people I care about most." "That girl has poisoned your mind.." "That girl," I said with dangerous quiet, "is the best thing that's ever happened to me. And if you can't see that, then you don't deserve to have either of us in your pack." I hung up before

Jaxon's POV Maya stood on the stairs above me, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder like a shield, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She looked like she'd been through a war and in many ways, she had. The girl I'd fallen in love with was trying to disappear again, and I'd be damned if I let that happen. "Move, Jaxon," she said, her voice hoarse with exhaustion. "I'm serious. I'm done with all of this." "So am I," I replied, not budging from my position blocking her path. "I'm done watching you run away every time things get difficult. I'm done letting other people make decisions about our lives." "Our lives?" Maya laughed bitterly. "There is no 'our lives,' Jaxon. There's your life as the future Alpha, and there's my life as the pack outcast with dangerous bloodlines. Those two things don't mix." "Says who?" I challenged, taking a step closer. "Says, my father? Says the High Council? Says everyone except the two people who actually matter in this equation?" "Says reality!"

Maya's POV "Can't or won't?" I shot back. "Because there's a difference, Mom. And right now, I need to know which one it is." My mother was quiet for a long moment, wrestling with some internal conflict. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "Your father wasn't just any werewolf, Maya. His bloodline... it goes back to the original White Luna families. The ones the High Council has been trying to eliminate for centuries." The room spun around me. "White Luna families?" "Powerful bloodlines that posed a threat to the established order," she continues, might be streaming down her face. "When I met your father, he was hiding from them. We thought we'd found somewhere safe, somewhere we could raise you without anyone knowing what you might become." "What I might become?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. "What the hell does that mean?" "It means you're not just any werewolf, Maya. When your powers fully manifest, you'll be one of the most powerful super

Maya's POV I stared at my reflection in the dorm room mirror, trying to work up the courage to face what might be the most difficult conversation of my life. My mother had raised and protected me, sacrificed everything for me. Surely she couldn't know what Damien had been doing. Surely she would choose me over him when she learned the truth. But even as I tried to convince myself of her loyalty, doubt gnawed at my insides like a parasite. "Are you sure about this?" Quinn asked for the tenth time, pacing anxiously behind me. "Maybe you should wait for Jaxon and Professor Ronan. They said they'd be back soon." "No," I said firmly, applying lip gloss with shaking hands. "This is something I need to do alone. My mother deserves to hear this from me first, before anyone else gets involved." "But Maya.." "Quinn, please." I turned to face her, trying to project more confidence than I felt. "I need to know where my own mother stands before I can figure out what to do next." The drive t

Maya's POV "Different people each time," Quinn said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "First it was some woman claiming to be from the university's alumni association. She wanted to know about your family background, your mother's maiden name, and your father's side of the family tree."My blood ran cold. My father's side of the family was exactly what I'd been trying to keep secret my entire life. "What did you tell her?""Nothing, because I don't know anything," Quinn said. "But then yesterday, this guy in a suit came to our dorm asking Mia about your sleeping patterns, whether you'd been having nightmares or unusual dreams.""Nightmares?" I repeated, thinking about the vivid dreams I'd been having lately. Dreams of silver wolves and ancient bloodlines that felt too real to be just imagination."And this morning," Quinn continued, "there was someone else. A woman who claimed to be a graduate student doing research on 'exceptional students.' She wanted to know if you'd shown any sig

Maya's POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was white roses. Dozens of them, arranged in a beautiful crystal vase on the medical center's bedside table. Their sweet scent filled the small room, so different from the sterile hospital smell I'd expected.My head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton, and my mouth was dry as sandpaper. The events of last night came flooding back – the campus mixer, the horrible things I'd said to Jaxon and Professor Ronan, the crushing weight of Lyra's ultimatum that had finally broken me.I'd done it. I'd destroyed the two relationships that meant everything to me to save their careers. The memory made my chest ache with fresh grief."Maya?" A gentle voice made me turn toward the door. Nurse Patty was checking her clipboard, a concerned smile on her face. "How are you feeling, honey?""Like I got hit by a truck," I croaked, struggling to sit up. "How long was I unconscious?""About six hours. You were severely dehydrated and exhausted.

Author’s POVThe airport buzzed with life—announcements echoing through the speakers, travelers hurrying to catch their flights, rolling suitcases and sleepy children in tow.Damian walked silently, a cap pulled low over his brow, his bag clutch tightly in his hand. For the hundredth time, his chest tightened with a mix of pain and longing. He thought of turning back but then again he convinced himself that leaving was necessary. It didn't have to be convenient but it was the right thing to do.He walked towards the boarding gate, his steps slowed and just then a voice—sharp and familiar—cut through the noise in the airport like a thunderclap.“DAMIAN!!!”Heads turned backwards.His steps halted.That voice belonged to that woman.“Damian, wait!”He spun around just as Elara burst through the crowd, sprinting toward him. Her sundress gown flapped wildly in the wind and her hair was a tangled mess from the rush. She slipped and fell hard on the airport floor, pain throbbing at her side

Author's POVThe doctor stepped out of the room with a tired but reassuring smile. Damian, sitting in the hallway with bandages wrapped around his ribs and leg, stood up immediately and approached her slowly.“She’s stable,” the doctor said. “Whatever force brought her back… it was strong. It was a miracle! She just needs rest now. She’ll wake up soon.”Damian exhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. But the relief was brief. He nodded, murmuring a quiet “thank you.” The doctor nodded slowly, and made her way out of the palace.Damian stood , eyes glancing through the empty hallway for a moment longer before he walked back toward the corner of the hallway where he had kept a bag—already packed with clothes and some essentials.His eyes flickered toward the room where Elara slept. Peaceful. Unaware, and his chest tightened with a mix of pain and guilt.He pulled out the divorce papers she had given him months ago—the ones he had kept, unsigned, tucked away in guil

Author's POV“Why are you taking so long,” the Rogue king growled, his patience wearing thin.Kael towards his father, his face crumpled in a mix of confusion and fear. “I don't know what's happening, father.“ Behind him, Elara jolted away and before anyone realized what was happening, she shifted into a feral wolf.The Rogue king was the first to notice her. “What?“ He screamed. “Kael moves away.“Kael tried to turn but then her wolf elongated its claws and ripped his head away from his neck, blood pooling beneath him.Fear gripped everyone as Kael's head rolled off like a ball. The Rogue king's legs buckled at the sight of his son being butchered like an animal. He stumbled backward and fell to the floor sharply. “Noooo…. Kael.“Elara's wolf jumped off from the bed, her eyes glowing dangerously. She started approaching the warriors, her paws hitting the floor sharply.The warrior's eyes were wide with fear as they tried to escape but one after the other, she hunted them down befor

Author's POV “You're really stupid to come alone, aren't you?“ The Rogue king sneered, his disdain filled eyes glued on Damian.Damian wasn't listening to him. His attention was on Elara who was at a corner inside the warehouse. She laid unconsciously on the bed, her chest rising and falling with the aid of the life support machine.The king continued. “You're crazy to come here alone.“Damian turned back to the Rogue king. “You should keep to your word. You said you were going to let us Elara go if I come alone.“The king exchanged glances with his warriors and they all burst into laughter. “You really think I will let you both go?“ He asked, slamming his fists on the armrests of the wooden chair he's seated on. “Look at what my son had turned to, you asshole.“ His gaze flickered towards Kael who was shoving food in his mouth like a hungry lion.“Your son did worse to us,” Damian said. “Your son killed his own child and the woman who had supported him for years. He is a monster—just

Author's POVThe next day.9. P. M. Damian paced his room, heart pounding and his phone clutched tightly in his hands. The Rogue king has not called since yesterday nor has he sent the address.Damian had tried to call the number but all to no avail. It keeps getting connected to voicemail.Did he change his mind? But he won't forget about his son, would he?Minutes passed, a beep finally came on his phone. Gomez quickly lifted the phone. Too quickly. His wide eyes reading through the message.“Come to Royal Valley path. Alone with Kael.“Royal Valley path?Of course he knows the place quite well. It was a lonely path just after the Cadman Pack. It was the place where Damian's family were killed, and the Rogue king found him there days later.Damian's hands trembled slightly. The mere name of that place traumatised him. The memories of his family's being ripped apart clawed back.Why would the Rogue king choose that location out of the numerous locations?Is he finally admitting tha

Author's POV “Where the hell is my wife?“ Damian asked, his voice thundering through the doctor's office. His eyes blazing like fire threatening to consume everything in its path. For the past three hours, the entire hospital has been torn upside down but Elara is nowhere to be found. The CCTV has been checked but there was no coverage that could lead them to who might have taken her.The doctor's eyes narrowed in a mix of confusion and fear, her hands trembling slightly. “Alpha…… please calm down,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.“Calm down.“ Damian shot up to his feet, slamming his fists on her desk. “Don't you dare tell me to calm down. This is my wife we're talking about,” he spat, through gritted teeth, his blood boiling over.Gomez, who had been silent all this while stepped closer. His jaw clenched tightly. “Damian…..“ he placed a hand on his shoulders. “Calm down, please.“Damian snapped his head at him but he didn't say a word. Just his heart pounding faster wit