Nobela ni S. FICTION.

Caspian sat up in his hospital bed, his body aching from the surgery. The room smelled of disinfectant, and the steady beeping of machines reminded him that he wasn’t at full strength yet. He hated hospitals.They were cold, sterile, and far too quiet for his liking. Dominic stood silently by the door, watching over him like a hawk.Caspian’s mind, however, wasn’t on his pain or the machines. It was on Julia and Liam. He needed to see them, to know they were okay. But first, he had to deal with the uninvited guest who had barged into his life yet again.Maverick, his uncle, stood by the window, pretending to admire the view of the city below after coming into his room.The older man turned to face him with a practiced smile, the kind that hid sharp intentions. “Caspian,” Maverick began smoothly, “I came to see how you’re doing. Family should look out for each other, after all.”Caspian raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He knew his uncle too well. Maverick’s concern was never genuine. “C

Three months later**Liam adored Caspian and had grown more comfortable around him, often calling him his “best buddy.”The morning started like any other. Julia woke up early to prepare Liam for school. The mansion was quiet except for the soft hum of the kitchen as Julia packed Liam’s lunch.She double-checked everything—his schoolbag, his books, and even his little water bottle. Once satisfied, she went to wake him.“Liam, sweetheart, time to get up,” she whispered gently as she ruffled his soft brown hair.Liam stirred, blinking sleepily before a wide grin spread across his face. “Good morning, Mommy!”She helped him dress, brushing out his unruly hair as he chatted about a project he was excited to work on at school. “I’m going to make the biggest rocket ship, Mommy. My teacher said I’m super good at building!”“You’re my little genius,” she said with a smile, kissing his forehead.Soon, Dominic arrived to take Liam to school. As the car pulled away, Julia waved goodbye, calling

Pacing in his room, forward and backward, Logan couldn't help but keep fuming with anger and rage. He couldn't believe it—she was gone, and with his child. He reached for his hair and ruffled it in frustration. He couldn't let this slide. He couldn't let Caspian and Julia get away with this. When he returned to the city, he hadn't expected to spend just a few months with Amelia. He had desired to spend years and years with her, but seeing how Caspian had cut that short, he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t hold it back. Logan halted, his eyes darting to the wall clock in his room. It was still early—about 6:00 a.m.—but he didn’t care. He had received information that Julia would be discharged from the hospital today. He was certain that Caspian would be there. This was his chance to make the ones who touched Amelia pay dearly. “Just wait and see, Caspian Michaelson,” he growled, his fingers clenching tightly by his sides before turning toward his bedside. He swiftly reached for h

As her eyes stared at the screen of her phone, Julia couldn't believe what she was seeing. She could hear her heart thumping rapidly, and her fingers trembled slightly as she held the phone in her grip. “Caspian?” she muttered, her brows arching in disbelief. Who would have thought that the man she had spent so much time with was the one on her screen right now? Just as she was still trying to get her head together, the door to her room opened, and Caspian rushed in. He was so happy to see her awake, but just as he called her name and was going to rush toward her, Julia adjusted backward on her bed, trying so hard to avoid his touch. She could see the shock in his eyes the minute she inched away from his reach. “Who are you?” she asked, her brows creased and her veins pulsating with a raw need for the truth and nothing but the truth. Caspian paused briefly, his heart racing faster than he had ever imagined. “What do you mean by that, Julia?” he questioned, his hand trying to

Caspian’s grip on Amelia’s wrist was unrelenting, his knuckles white with tension as he pressed the blade against her trembling skin.Without hesitation, he dragged the knife downward, carving into her flesh with a sickening, deliberate motion.The sound of tearing skin was horrifying, accompanied by Amelia’s bloodcurdling scream.Her cries filled the room, raw and desperate, but they didn’t deter him. The blade bit into her arm, slicing just as roughly.Blood poured freely, staining the floor beneath them, pooling in dark, crimson streaks. Amelia’s body convulsed, her strength failing with every second.When her breathing grew shallow, her face pale and drenched in sweat, Caspian finally released her.His hands, slick with blood, glistened under the dim light as he rose to his feet. He stared down at her crumpled, near-lifeless form with an expression of cold satisfaction.Turning his attention to Nadia, who stood trembling in the grasp of his men, he issued a sharp command. “Bring h

Before Amelia could utter another word, the first crack of the whip sliced through the air and struck her back.A raw, piercing scream tore from her throat, the sound echoing off the cold, stone walls. The pain was sharp, blinding, and immediate, pulling tears from her eyes with just the first lash. But it was only the beginning.The second blow landed harder, and Amelia’s body jolted violently. Her cries grew louder, a mix of agony and fury spilling from her lips as the whip kept tearing into her flesh. The strikes came without mercy, each one igniting fresh waves of unbearable pain.Nadia, who was held tightly by the men, thrashed and kicked, desperate to break free. Her face twisted with terror as she struggled, her voice hoarse from screaming Amelia’s name.But her captors were unyielding, their grip like iron. Every time she lunged, they yanked her back, forcing her to watch the horrific scene unfold.Amelia’s sobs grew louder, her strength failing with every strike. She turned h

Caspian's POV. Elena held onto me, whispering soft words, but I couldn’t hear them over the ringing in my ears.The doctor cleaned the wound and began stitching me up. I wanted to move, to pull away from the fire in my side, but I forced myself to stay still—for Elena.Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. I couldn’t tell. But finally, the pain started to dull a little. Dr. Keller wrapped the bandage around my waist and pressed down gently.“There,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “The cut wasn’t deep enough to cause internal bleeding. He’s lucky. Very lucky.”Elena let out a loud breath, almost like she’d been holding it this whole time. Her hands were still clutching mine. She looked at me like I had just come back from the dead.“He’ll be okay,” the doctor said, standing up. “He needs rest, and he’ll be sore for a while, but he’ll make it.”As soon as he left the room, Elena broke down again. She leaned forward, burying her face into our joined hands, her body shaking with tear

Caspian's POV. Lying in Elena’s arms, I could feel my blood soaking into her shirt. Warm and sticky. I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t even take a proper breath. My chest burned with every shallow gasp. The knife was still stuck in my side, deep and cruel. It felt like fire tearing through me, spreading wider with every heartbeat.“Elena…” I managed to whisper, but it came out more like a soft cough.She was crying—hard. Her hands were pressed tight against the wound, trying to stop the blood, but it wouldn’t stop. It just kept coming. Her fingers were shaking, her face wet with tears. She looked down at me, her eyes wide and scared.“Shhh… You’re going to be okay, Caspian. You’ll be fine. Nathan is coming, alright?” she said, her voice trembling.I looked at her, and even through the pain, I smiled a little. She was trying so hard to be strong. Her voice shook, her lips quivered, but she still tried to sound calm—for me. That was the kind of woman she was.“You’re the one that nee

Elena's POV"Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling as it echoed into the empty evening. But there was no answer. No figure in the shadows. Nothing to explain the noise.I swallowed hard and tried to shake it off, forcing my feet to move forward. One step, two steps... but on the third step, it happened again—a sound sharper, closer, and more chilling than before.A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I gasped, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears. This time, I didn’t dare turn around. My instincts screamed at me to keep moving, to get away.I quickened my pace, each step faster than the last. But then I heard it—footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and far too close. My breath hitched as the sound of them echoed in the quiet, each one like a warning pounding into my ears.I was no longer walking slowly; I was practically running, my heart racing, fear clawing at my chest.The footsteps behind me didn’t stop—they matched my pace, growing louder, heavier, as if whoever or whatever was be

Elena's POV.I had urged Caspian to go to his office while I spoke to my father on phone earlier on. He was still authoritative but at least, he learnt a few lessons. I smiled as I walked over to Caspian's office once I was done with him.I stood outside Caspian’s office door for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I didn’t knock—I just walked in. The door closed softly behind me with a quiet click.Caspian was standing near his desk, flipping through some papers. The moment he saw me, he paused. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, neither of us said anything.I crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly. “Start speaking,” I said, my voice low but firm.He blinked at me, confused. Then he let out a small laugh, like he was trying to play dumb. “What do you mean?” he asked, biting his bottom lip, the way he always did when he was nervous.I didn’t smile. I took a step closer to him, then another. My boots clicked softly ag

Elena's POV.I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the soft morning light pouring in through the curtains. My hand reached out beside me, searching for warmth… but the bed was empty. Caspian wasn’t there.My heart skipped a beat.I sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Where did he go? I was about to get out of bed to look for him when I saw a tall figure standing silently by the window. My breath caught in my throat.It was him. Caspian.He wasn’t moving. He just stood there, staring outside like the world was far away. His shoulders were tense, and his arms were folded across his chest. Something about the way he stood made my chest tighten.Quietly, I got out of bed and padded across the floor. The cold air brushed against my skin, but I ignored it. All I could see was him—lost in thought, not even noticing I was there.I wrapped my arms around him from behind and rested my cheek against his back.He flinched slightly, as if he didn’t expect me.“It’s early,” I whispered,

Caspian's POV.Nathan pulled up in front of the mansion, killing the engine with a strong grip. The car went quiet, but my heart didn’t. It thumped hard in my chest, loud and uneven.My fingers gripped my pants until they turned white. I sat there for a few seconds, staring at the giant house in front of me—my house. But tonight, it felt cold. Dark. Like it didn’t want me back.I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in the seat, resting my head.I didn’t kill him, I told myself for the tenth time that night. I just warned him. That’s all.But no matter how many times I said it, it didn’t make the guilt go away.After a moment, I pushed the door open and stepped out. My shoes crunched against the gravel, the night air brushing against my skin. It was cold, or maybe that was just me.My feet felt heavy as I walked up the steps. I tried to move quietly, like a thief sneaking into his own home.The door creaked as I opened it. The lights were dim inside, and I hoped—prayed—that she was alr

Secrets OutAuthor's POVIt so happened that Alpha Hale, Dane's father, Mr. Han, and Alpha Safiya were best friends—until Edmond came into the picture.They began having problems with each other until Mr. Han asked Edmond to kill Alpha Hale.Edmond refused, but Han was desperate. Han committed the murder himself but blamed Edmond. Edmond often acted like a jerk towards Dane Hale, his friend's son, whenever he recalled the past.He misses Alpha Hale, but that doesn't change the fact that he killed Astrid's mother to cover up his crimes. He did all of this to please Han and keep their secrets hidden.In the end, they all faced their downfall, except for Edmond, who remained alive. He will return from his slave trade, and guess who his next target is? Astrid's son, who is a Moon Healer!********Dear Readers,I want to extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you for taking the time to read my book. Your support, feedback, and encouragement mean the world to me, and it’s becau

Astrid's POV. I slowly pushed myself up from the bed, rubbing my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was quiet, and for a moment, loneliness washed over me like a cold wave.But then I turned to the window and saw Dane, his strong frame leaning against the sill. He cradled our baby, Hayden, in his arms. A smile crept across my face at the sight of them together. They looked perfect.“You're awake late! We had plans for today, but you overslept,” Dane teased as he walked over to me. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. The warmth of his affection spread through me, making me feel safe and loved.It had been a month since everything turned upside down—a month since the terrifying nightmare that almost took our lives. After escaping to the pack with Ethan, I had spent many sleepless nights, my mind racing with fears. I was terrified that Dane would sacrifice our child, that he wouldn’t care about us. But I was wrong.Dane would never hurt our baby. He and Ethan to

Halfdan's pov. (His End)The bottle of whiskey was cold in my hand, the burn of the liquid a distant sensation as it slid down my throat. I could barely feel it anymore, barely cared. All I could think of was her. Camilla. My mate. My cunning, twisted, evil mate.How did it come to this? The memories of that night still clawed at my mind, gnawing away until I felt like I might go insane. I closed my eyes, but the image of her face filled my head—the way her eyes locked onto mine in those final moments, full of both fear and acceptance. She was in my arms, her body limp and lifeless, yet her lips had curled in that knowing smile. The same smile she had whenever she thought she had won.She had won.Even in death, she had won, taking the slash meant for me, falling in my place. She died in my arms, the blood soaking my hands, the life draining from her body while I could only watch. And no matter how much I told myself I hated her for all she'd done, for all the evil she brought to o

Halfdan's POV.I stood on the balcony, hands behind my back, staring up at the sky. I had felt off all night, but something about being out here shifted my mood. A small smile formed on my lips as I gazed at the red sky. It wasn't the death of an alpha; I would’ve been invited if that were the case. No, this meant something else—a moon healer had been born.How fortunate their parents were. A child with such a rare gift was both a blessing and a burden. The entire world would come for them, and I would have to protect that child. It was my duty. But deep down, I wished I’d been given that choice, to have a child of my own to protect. I wanted it so badly, and I would die for my child if it came to that. But not everything in life goes the way we want it to.A sharp knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned my head toward the sound.“Alpha Halfdan!” Drake shouted as he burst onto the balcony, panting heavily.“What is it now, Drake?” I asked, rolling my eyes. I ha

DANE'S POV"Camilla," I called out, my voice firm. She didn’t even flinch, her cold, hard glare fixed on Astrid. Astrid, who looked exhausted and fragile. She had just given birth. She needed rest, not this. She shouldn’t be standing here, facing Camilla. All I could think was, ‘Have I ever done anything right?’ Ever since she came into my life, all I’d done was cause her pain and worry. And now I had a son too. I couldn’t let this cruel fate fall on them both. They deserved peace— ‘they deserved better than me.’Camilla took a step forward, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Her eyes locked onto the baby. My son. I stepped in front of Astrid, blocking her view."I’m going to need the child," Camilla said, her voice dripping with malice. The smirk on her face widened, her eyes glowing with hatred.My jaw tightened, my body tense. "What makes you think I’ll give you my son?" I growled, glaring at her. But my words only made her smile bigger. She looked back at me with the same ch

DANE'S POVEight months had passed, and it felt like nothing had changed. Every morning, I woke up wondering if she still hated me as much as before. It bothered me. What was I supposed to do to make things right?She had been kidnapped and hospitalised so many times, and I knew my life was dangerous for her. To make things worse, she misunderstood something I said, thinking I would hurt our child. What did she think of me?That night, after I apologised again and again, she ran off. Even after almost being killed by Camilla, she didn’t stop. She must have cared about me, right? But then her mother died, and she left, probably thinking it was better to get hurt by someone else than by me.Now, she’s back in the Fierce Claws pack. For eight months, I’ve known where she’s been hiding. I watched over her, had guards keeping a close eye, though from a safe distance. I made sure she was protected, but I kept my distance too. If she wanted to be away from me, I wasn’t going to take that fro