Novels by adibejewel7

Luke’s POVI sat there for a long time.Just… staring at nothing.The moonlight spilled across my floor, and the faint sound of skates on ice echoed from the rink outside, but none of it mattered.All I could hear was her voice.“You’ve snuck out plenty of times to hunt…”Those words.Those damn words.How did she know that?No one knew that.Not even Elara.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and let out a low laugh. But it wasn’t a happy sound.“You’ve really stepped in it now, haven’t you, Thorne…” I muttered to myself.Because here’s the thing.When she fainted, I caught her scent.It was faint — almost hidden — but it was there.Wolf.My instincts went crazy for a second, but not in the way I expected.It was like my whole body came alive, something u couldn't quite put in place.Something in my chest shifted, like my fate was suddenly sliding off its rails.I’d been waiting for that moment all my life, hadn’t I?Waiting to feel that bond snap into place.And now her

Tiara’s POVI… can’t process this.Not even a little.Because Luke Thorne is stepping closer.And his golden eyes… they’re glistening like molten metal, locked on me with this strange kind of amusement that only makes my heart slam harder in my chest.I swallow. Hard. My back bumps into the cold wall as I try to keep some space between us.But he doesn’t stop.And before I can react, he pins me there, one strong hand flat against the wall next to my head, leaning in so close I can feel his breath fan across my cheek.“Yes,” he says, his voice low, a humming sound, mesmerizing me senseless. “I wanted you to help me get closer to Elara…”I squeeze my eyes shut. My knees feel like they’re melting.“…but—”That word hangs in the air like a trap.“But?” I whisper, my voice cracking.My legs feel like they might give out any second.His smirk deepens, and he leans even closer, his nose almost brushing mine.“But…” he murmurs, golden eyes glittering, “…it suddenly feels like everything was

Tiara’s POV“You gonna tell me why you ran out the way you did?”His voice startles me even though it shouldn’t. Luke’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching me like I’m some kind of mystery he’s determined to solve.I don’t answer.Mostly because I can’t.What the hell am I supposed to say? Oh sorry, I freaked out because you’re not supposed to be real and I’m definitely not supposed to be here?Yeah. No.So I just stare at the floor, my hands gripping the edge of the bed so tight my knuckles ache.Luke sighs, and I can hear the faint irritation in it.“You faint in the middle of game practice,” he says, “then bolt down the hallway like your tail’s on fire. Doesn’t exactly make sense, does it?”I finally look up at him.His golden eyes catch mine, sharp and impatient and… god. They’re even more unreal up close.I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady.“Why’d you even bring me here?” I say.His eyebrows shoot up. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” I lift my chin. “Why here

Tiara’s POVI think I’m dead.I have to be.Because there’s no way I’m actually awake in this… place… staring at him.Luke Thorne.I mean… it has to be Luke, right? Silver hair that shimmers like moonlight, golden eyes sharp enough to slice through glass, and that tiny, almost cruel mole right under his left eye… it’s him.It’s really him.But that’s impossible.He’s not real.He can’t be real.I’m sitting up in some enormous navy and silver bed, my fingers twisted in sheets softer than anything I’ve ever felt, and he’s standing there in the doorway staring at me like I’m some puzzle he doesn’t quite know how to solve.Luke.The immortal hockey star. The one I’d cried over just last night, screaming at his heroine for letting him die alone.He takes one step into the room, then another, leaning casually against the doorframe.“You’re finally awake,” he says.His voice is exactly how I remember it in the comics. Low, smooth, dangerous. Like smoke curling in your lungs.I can’t answer h

Tiara’s POVIf I had known how tonight was going to end, I never would’ve come.But everyone said it. Everyone said the Mate Festival was magic.“This is your one shot,” one of the older omegas told me as I was leaving the kitchen earlier today, her wrinkled hands full of dough. “Even girls like you… sometimes the Moon smiles on us. Don’t hide tonight, Tiara. You never know.”So I didn’t hide.I even wore a dress.It’s old, a hand-me-down from a cousin who moved away years ago but it’s white and soft and has tiny fake pearls along the hem. For once I almost felt… okay.Almost.But now here I am, standing at the very edge of the clearing while everyone else dances and laughs and cries in each other’s arms. The lights strung between the trees glitter like stars. The air is full of woodsmoke and pine and roasted meat. Music hums low.Every few minutes, another scream of joy cuts through the night. “Mate! I found my mate!”And the whole crowd cheers for them.I keep my head down. Nobody