Novels by Pwemi

Crystal's POVMorning came softly.Not with fear.Not with dread.With warmth.For the first time in longer than I could remember, I woke without my heart racing.Without wondering whether today would be another day of pretending not to love him.Something heavy rested around my waist.Strong.Warm.Possessive.I smiled before I even opened my eyes.Alejandro.His arm tightened instinctively the moment I stirred, as though even asleep his wolf refused to let me drift too far away.A quiet laugh escaped me."You find something amusing?"His voice was rough with sleep.I turned carefully.His hair was slightly messy, his eyes still half closed, and somehow the Alpha who terrified entire packs looked impossibly boyish lying beside me."I was wondering," I whispered, "if you ever planned on letting me out of bed."He frowned thoughtfully."No."I blinked."No?""No."His answer came so seriously that I burst into laughter.The sound filled the room.Real laughter.Not forced.Not hiding t

CHOSENCrystal’s POVI don’t remember how we made it to the bed.Only that Alejandro wouldn’t let go of my hand for even a second.As though he feared that if he loosened his grip, I would disappear again.The suitcase still sat near the door, abandoned and half-zipped, but neither of us looked at it anymore.Nothing else existed.Not the house.Not the past.Not the years we had wasted fighting ourselves.Just him.Just us.Alejandro stood in front of me, both hands framing my face, his forehead pressed against mine while we struggled to breathe normally again.His eyes were red.Not from anger.From emotion.From finally breaking.“I almost lost you,” he whispered.The ache in his voice nearly shattered me all over again.“You did lose me,” I said softly. “Over and over.”Pain flashed across his face instantly.Not defensive.Not offended.Just devastated.“I know,” he rasped.The honesty of it hurt worse than excuses ever could.My fingers trembled as I touched his jaw. “Why was lov

Chapter 117 — When Daughters BreakCrystal’s POVRunning back to my room, I didn’t realize I was crying at first.It started quietly, tears slipping down my face, landing on the clothes in my hand, blurring my vision as I packed pieces of my life into a suitcase that suddenly felt too small for all this pain.Every breath hurt.Alejandro’s face wouldn’t leave my mind. His restraint, his distance. The way love sat so clearly in his eyes… and yet he walked away from me again.I folded another dress with shaking hands.“Enough,” I whispered to myself. “I am done begging fate.”That was when the door creaked open.I didn’t turn.I didn’t have the strength to pretend I was fine.“Crystal?” Giovanni’s… my father’s voice called softly.My shoulders shook as several emotions fought to dominate me. Grateful that such a man as Giovanni is my father. The way we would bond and talk about everything that happened to us, while we were separated. Then pain, knowing I was leaving and wouldn't experie

Crystal’s POVI didn’t sleep.I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the house breathe around me. Every little sound felt louder than it should be. My phone was on the bedside table, screen facing up, like it could ring at any moment.Tomorrow.The word kept playing in my head until my eyes finally closed.Morning light crept through the curtains, thin and pale. It didn’t warm the room, it pressed against my skin like a warning for me to wake up.The shower ran too hot, then too cold. I stood under it anyway, counting the cracks in the wall as steam gathered and slid down the tiles. My reflection in the mirror looked unfamiliar—eyes dull, mouth set too tight. I brushed my hair in short, uneven strokes. The brush slipped once, clattered into the sink. I didn’t bend to pick it up right away.My fingers refused to stay still. They trembled as I buttoned my blouse, missed a button, and tried again. The clock ticked louder than it should have. Each sound felt final, like it was t

Chapter 115The Truth in StrandsCrystal’s POVFor a moment, Gabrielle’s words just hung in the air. The meaning of what she had said was heavy in my heart.Giovanni.The name alone made my heartbeat quicken. Not from fear… but from something deeper, something I didn’t yet have the courage to name or confront, yet it made me excited. Luna was already sealing the last paper packet when she looked up, her expression was unreadable.What could she be thinking about?“Then we finish it,” she said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “We can’t stop halfway.”I nodded, even though my palms had begun to sweat. “How are we going to get his hair?”Gabrielle smirked mischievously. “Leave that to me.”“Gabrielle!!!” I sighed while rolling my eyes.“What do you have in mind?”“Just follow me.” She said smiling like a child about to cause havoc.Laughing out loud, I followed. We moved quietly through the hallway, the air humming with tension and excitement. Giovanni was in the study, sitting by the

Chapter 114 – Echoes of HeartsCrystal’s POVAlejandro’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he finally shifted his attention to Giovanni. His voice was calm yet firm.“Giovanni, I would like to talk to you about the company—and the upcoming crowning ceremony. There are things we need to discuss.”Giovanni’s brows rose and he smiled, but he nodded. “Of course.”The two of them exchanged a silent gaze, then stepped out together. I listened as their steps grew faint as they walked away. I didn’t know whether to feel happy or scared.Luna let out a slow breath, her eyes still fixed on the men as they walked away. Then she turned to Gabrielle and I, with urgency in her voice.“With what we saw today,” she looked at my face smiling, “we should not waste any more time. Come with me.”Gabrielle and I looked at each other and quickly followed her.In her room, Luna dropped to her knees in front of a chest tucked neatly in the corner. She lifted the lid like it held something fragil

Karma's POVThe drive to the hospital felt far longer than it actually was.Every traffic light seemed determined to keep me waiting, and every second that passed made my heart beat a little faster.Yvonne was awake, after days of uncertainty….After the lengthy surgery, countless examinations, repeat CT scans, neurological assessments, and hours spent wondering why she hadn't regained consciousness...She was finally awake, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.Please let everything be alright.By the time I pulled into the hospital parking lot, I barely remembered switching off the engine.I hurried through the entrance, acknowledging a few nurses who greeted me along the way."Good afternoon, Doctor.""Afternoon." I didn't slow my pace.The elevator seemed painfully slow. The moment the doors opened on the High Dependency Unit floor, I stepped out and headed straight for Yvonne's room.Outside the room stood Dr. Adrian Keller, speaking quietly with one of the nurses, the moment

Karma's POVSaturday arrived sooner than I expected.It had been one of the rare weeks where work didn't completely consume every waking hour of my life. My schedule ended earlier than usual, giving me enough time to get home, freshen up, and head to the café where Eleanor had asked to meet me.She had insisted we meet somewhere Noah wouldn't accidentally run into us."If we're planning a surprise, we have to be sneaky," she'd said over the phone, and I couldn't help but laugh.By the time I arrived, Eleanor was already seated by the window, elegantly dressed as always, a notebook resting on the table in front of her.The moment she saw me, she stood with a bright smile."Karma!""Good evening, Eleanor." She pulled me into a warm hug."I'm so happy you could make it.""So am I."We settled into our seats, ordered coffee and a few pastries, and before long, the conversation shifted to the reason we'd come."Noah's birthday," Eleanor said excitedly, opening the notebook.I smiled. "I st

Karma's POVThe moment our eyes met across the parking lot, I felt the weight that had been sitting on my shoulders all day ease just a little.Noah smiled, lifting one of the takeaway cups in his hand."I figured you could use this."I couldn't help smiling back."You figured correctly."I walked over to him, accepting the warm cup from his hand. My fingers brushed against his, and for a brief second, neither of us spoke."You look exhausted," he said, studying my face. "I am.""Long day?" I nodded. "Long doesn't even begin to describe it." He opened the passenger door of his SUV for me."Come on. I'm kidnapping you for dinner."I laughed softly. "Is that an official police kidnapping?""It is.""Do I get rights?""You have the right to remain hungry if you refuse to cooperate." I shook my head, laughing as I climbed into the car.“What about my car---He drove us to a quiet Italian restaurant tucked away from the city's busy streets. It wasn't fancy, it didn't have to be.The atmos

Noah's POVSome weeks felt as though they had more than seven days.This was one of them.By the time I arrived at the office every morning, there was already a pile of files waiting on my desk, and somehow, by the end of the day, the pile had doubled instead of shrinking.Being a detective wasn't glamorous the way television made people believe.It was long hours, cold coffee, witness statements that contradicted one another, victims desperate for justice, and paperwork. An unbelievable amount of paperwork.I had barely sat down that Tuesday morning before Ethan dropped another file onto my desk."Good morning to you too," I muttered. He grinned. "You'll survive.""I sincerely doubt that." He laughed as he settled into his own chair."We've got three interviews before noon.""I know.""And the prosecutor wants an update on the Davidson case.""I know that as well.""And—" I looked up at him. "If you have one more thing to add, I'm walking out."He chuckled. "You won't.""I won't."We

Karma's POVThe moment Judge Helena said she wanted to have a very important conversation with me, an unsettling feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.I lowered myself into the chair behind my desk and studied her carefully.She looked composed, as she always did, elegant and collected.The kind of woman whose expression rarely betrayed what she was thinking. Yet today… there was something different in her eyes. Concern. "Would you like something to drink?" I asked politely.She shook her head. "No, thank you."Silence lingered between us for a few seconds.I folded my hands on the desk. "So...""What brings you here?" Helena leaned back slightly before speaking. "I heard something today." I frowned. "About me?""Not exactly, about your hospital."Immediately, my posture stiffened. "What about it?"She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she watched me as though trying to gauge my reaction before deciding how much to say."I heard there has been an allegation." I kept my expressio

Helena's POVPeople imagined judges as men and women who sat behind elevated benches, listened to lawyers argue for hours, then struck a gavel and went home.If only it were that simple. Justice was exhausting, It was carrying people's lives in stacks of files.It was reading until your eyes burned because one overlooked sentence could alter the outcome of an entire case.And sometimes… It was knowing the guilty would walk free… not because they were innocent, but because someone, somewhere, had buried the evidence before it ever reached your courtroom."...Based on the evidence before this court," I said calmly, looking over the rim of my glasses, "the application for dismissal is denied."The defense attorney's shoulders fell, the victim's mother covered her mouth, tears spilling down her face. "We shall proceed to trial."The courtroom remained silent as I signed the ruling. "Next matter."The clerk called the next case. A government procurement fraud, millions had disappeared.Doc