Novel-novel oleh B . A Lumina

Isabella POVI push the double doors open and just at the end of the aisle is Dominic, Gun pointed towards Francesca, and his face filled with anger and hurt.“Dom!” I yell out ready to run into his arms finally, but Francesca sidesteps me, Dominic shoots the gun right at that instant but he misses her by a few inches.She grabs a hold of my arm and I try to struggle out of her hold but her fingers dig into my skin pulling me closer to her chest in a tight hold. “Don’t move!!” She yells out reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a dagger. The cold blade presses against my neck and my eyes widen in fear “Dominic!” I cry out my eyes filling with tears. “Francesca, there is no need to do this,” he says cautiously, his finger pressing and wriggling unsteadily on the gun. Confusion shines in his eyes as Francesca presses me closer to her body, taking a step back as she uses me as her shield. “You will stop right there, you will not make any single move” she yells out, her voic

Dominic POVI point the gun to Grace, the nozzle only a few centimeters away from her. A smirk covers my lips, the earphones hanging over my ears still silent as I wait for Luca to tell me what I need to hear. I sent him to surround the perimeter with my men In search of Bella and as soon as he gives me the go ahead, all of this drama will come to an end. “Dom? What are you doing?” Grace takes a step back, her voice shaking. “Don’t fucking call me that Grace!!” I hit back at her taking a step backwards “Dominic, this needs to stop, why would you do this? And to the woman you are about to marry? Your wife?” my mother takes a step forward My eyes narrow at her and she takes a step back in fear, gulping slightly. “Stay out of this Mom, this is between me and Grace” I turn the gun back to her, my fingers tightening around the hilt of the gun. “And I have only one wife, I love one woman only and that's Bella!” I yell out, my voice vibrating with anger “If you didn't want t

ISABELLA POV I stand at the top of the hill, completely hidden from view of Dominic and the wedding below. My eyes move around the scene, I know this is my only opportunity to go back to Dominic, to be in his arms again. My heart aches as guests start trooping in. Their most expensive dresses and suits wrapping their body, wide smiles on their faces like Dominic’s wife did not just go missing a few weeks back. I slouch on the chair, my emotions getting the best of me, tears fill my eyes as the double doors open. “Dominic” I gasp watching him walk in, he pays no attention to anyone else, his fingers glide over a perfectly tailored tux, and he unbuttons his jacket as he walks past everyone His commanding aura has everyone quiet, watching, holding their breaths like he could pull out his gun at any time to shoot everyone. I hold my breath too. He gets to the alter and I'm immediately locked on his face. A smile almost peeks from my lips, and sweat covers my skin but I sha

GRACE POV I smile widely, the mirror showing my reflection. My eyes blinging with gold and my lips a hot red color I know Dominic will not be able to resist , i continue to spin around in the mirror, admiring the woman I about to become.“Mrs DeLuca alas” I whisper My dream wedding dress is hung on a mannequin on the side and I smile even wider as my eyes land on the decoration downstairs. “Today is going to be a great day!” I sing spreading my arms in my robe. The double doors open and Francesca walks in, a black dress draped across her body. She explained to me earlier the reason for wearing a black dress and that’s because it would be Dominic’s funeral but what she doesn't know is it will be her own funeral. “Why aren't you ready?” she frowns shutting the door behind her “Now that the door is locked do you want to actually tell me what you want?” I roll my eyes sitting across the couch as I stare up at her “Bianca is still missing, we can't have her running in here

ISABELLA POV Rafaelle returns and from then on I decide to play the role of the loving captive. Pretend, till I can safely reach Dominic to escape this hell hole myself. I proceed to shower Rafaelle with affection and attention even though it makes me feel disgusted with myself but I go ahead and do it. Days pass by and finally the night to the wedding arrives and he decides to do the most shocking thing. I guess my pretending skills are top notch. “I am only allowing you to roam the bedroom and the kitchen, anywhere else where I can't lock you in a room, you will be tied to a chair as usual,” he says, removing the ropes from across my wrist. The skin is red and I turn to him with a raised brow, “So I guess this means you trust me” I send him a small smile. He nods, “You have been good, you've not tried to contact anyone or even tried to escape when we went down to the beach.” He walks across the counter. “Thank you, Rafaelle,” I cough, watching him pause in front of t

FRANCESCA POV I pace back and forth in my office, my mind racing with thoughts of Rafaelle, everything else is falling into place except for him. “I knew his fucked up obsession with Bella will be a problem!” I mutter to myself angrily Where is he? What is he planning and why is he refusing my fucking calls? “I have to find him and I need to find him fast.” “Ma'am, Mr Deluca is back and the meeting will begin in a few minutes,” my assistant pulls the door open, delivering the message I nod wiping the sweat on my head, I need to calm down and hide my nerves, I'm so close and I won't allow my plans to be destroyed. I make my way to the board room and Dominic is already there, he looks different. “Dominic, you seem to be in a good mood today,” I sing, entering the room and sliding into the seat next to him. He bites his fists, “I made a mistake with Grace, and I'm only trying to solve it,” he shrugs “It's good for you to take responsibility,” I reach out holding his hand in m

ELENA POV “Alex” I call out his name almost breathless “I will give you two some space,” Sophia says a quirky look on her face and a smirk on her lips as she walks past Alex. “I didn't mean-” I start to say but Alex crosses the length between us, his fingers brushing through my hair and his arms pull me closer to his arms just like in the bathroom. He smirks his lips meeting with mine immediately, the soft lips mesh with mine so softly, that my body immediately merges with him and my arms move across his body pulling him closer to my form My lips move across his so sweetly as I take in his scent, his lips taste like mint as they merge further with mine. “Hmmm Bidda Mia” he moans across my lips, the deep voice vibrating through my entire body, goosebumps cover my form and I almost dont want to let him go as he pulls back softly. “Are you sure you dont want to be intimate with me ?” he lifts a brow at me, his finger slowly brushing my swollen lip I look up at him wide-ey

ELENA POVI shrug and she turns to me with a weird expression on her face.“You dated Alex for so long and not once did you not see a black card?” She frowns confused “I never looked or asked” I sigh, “can I try on the next dress or will you tell me what that is?” I raise a brow in her directionShe sighs shooing me into the dressing room to change, “A black card is an unlimited card, only the top members of the Bianchi family have them, I used to be a part of it” She laughs through the doors I change into the next dress, almost similar in style but this one in red which seems to fit me more especially with my now short black hair.“So what happened to yours?” I spin in the mirror actually enjoying the shopping experience “Well let’s just say trying to purchase a private Jet and a yacht on the same day is a nightmare for Alex” she laughs as I push the door open to reveal the dress.“Oh this is pretty, you could wear this for the monthly garden brunch with the mafia ladies” she smil

ELENA POV “And look what the cat dragged in,” Sophia says her tone bitter as her eyes settle on the women The woman in the middle who seems so familiar with long blonde hair steps forward, “Sophia,” she spits with an irritated tone; “And what did you say your name was again?” She turns to me with a brow lifted My frown deepens as my eyes move across her face and finally, I can place her face, she’s Reed’s wife, Alex cousins wife. I smirk turning to Sophia, “Who did you say she was again?” I lift a brow at her, a genuinely concerned look on my face. She laughs, “She’s not important, there’s no need to think too much about her” She rolls her eyes turning back to the dress in her hands Freya’s cronies all look to her for some sought of reply as we completely ignore her. “Hey!! Elena!!, I’m speaking to you” she yells moving forward “Oh so you do know my name but you just choose to somehow try and disrespect me” I turn to her my tone harsh and my eyes narrowed tightly at her She

ELENA POV“I don’t know, I’m not sure anymore,” he says simply taking a step back in fear I sigh, taking a step back, I turn to Alex with an annoyed look on my face, “let’s go” I say walking past him, my heels hitting the floorboards I step outside to spotting the car and Alex comes up behind me, “You know this is your opportunity to get revenge right?” He lifts a brow at me pulling open the car door.“I know but I’m not interested anymore, we will be late for the auction tonight if we keep this up,” I say sliding into the car.He turns around sliding into the driver's seat and I watch in shock.“Your drivers?” I lift a brow at him“Before that idiot ruined your mood, I wanted us to go on a short drive, something to calm you before the auction party tonight,” he says starting the car, turning his eyes to me slightly I shake my head in a No gesture, “I don’t want to go, I need to head to your family mansion, go shopping with Sophia, find a dress to the approval of your mother for th

ELENA POV All eyes move to the door, Alex leans on the door with a dangerous look in his eyes, a look I have never seen except at the shipping docks. I take a deep breath about to say something when Dante Smith the idiot, who I assume doesn’t know who Alex Bianchi is.A cold, ruthless, and dangerous man. “And you are?” The idiot continues lifting a brow at Alex, his voice hostile, trying too hard to be dominant But Alex's aura immediately fills the room as he walks further in, the manager immediately starts to sweat, and the waitresses from before watching with wide eyes. And the idiot? Well, he continues talking. “Is this bitch yours?” He turns slightly to me his eyes moving back to Alex. Alex's fingers roll into a fist and the punch comes so fast that nobody expects it. The waitresses gasp and the manager goes on his knees immediately “Alex!!” I yell out in shock He straightens up smoothly, dusting the imaginary dust from his suit with class, his cold demeanor is

ELENA POV I look around me confused, is he speaking to me? “Yes dear you, I was just wondering when God sent an angel to come watch me” he smirks leaning on the mirror In front of me with his arms crossed over each other. “I can assure you, I am not an angel” I whisper spinning around and ignoring him. From how he is dressed I can already tell the kind of man he is, a rich and pompous playboy who thinks the world revolves around him. “Are you ignoring me?” He turns to me, a brow raised, “You can’t possibly ignore me” he spits his eyes in slits. “Don’t you know who I am?” He frowns, turning around to confirm from the waitresses from before but they both look on, laughing and gossiping between themselves. He sighs turning to me, “Since you don’t know me, I am Dante Smith, heir to the Smith Enterprise” he smirks pulling out his hand for a handshake “I am not interested sorry” I roll my eyes tucking my hair behind my ear, where is Alex, he should be here anytime soon. “Excuse me?

ELARA POV I don’t tell anyone about the dream. About my mother. The field. The glowing dagger. Not because I don’t trust them… but because I don’t trust myself with what it might mean. Instead, I throw myself into training. Every day begins before dawn with Elias on the cliffs hand-to-hand combat, then weapons. Staff. Sword. Knife. He makes me use the moon-bone dagger sparingly. Only when he sees my control is unwavering. “She didn’t leave this to stay sheathed,” he reminds me. “But it will do more than cut flesh. If you draw it in anger, it might never stop bleeding.” A part of me believes him. There’s something alive in the blade. Something ancient. Restless, It hums when I hold it too long, like it’s waiting for something or someone. After combat, I shift. Every. Single. Day. Hyrax is stronger now. Her thoughts clearer. Our movements more fluid.But the power is heavier than I imagined.I’m not just fast, I’m unnatural, when I run, the trees blur when I leap, I land yard

ELARA POV The training grounds at Predator Pack are carved into the mountainside, where the trees thin and the air runs sharp with wind and raw energy. I stand at the edge of the arena, barefoot, sweat already lining my palms. The stone beneath my feet is cold, jagged, and real. Unlike Moonstone’s fake polished floors and Ridge’s soft mats, this place doesn’t coddle. It tests you.Elias stands across from me, calm and still as ever. The wind pulls at his dark coat, his golden eyes fixed on me like he’s already seen what’s about to happen. “Today,” he says, “we call the wolf.” I swallow. Hard. Hyrax stirs in the back of my mind. “I’m ready,”she whispers. “Are you?” My stomach clenches and I know it is not the baby. “You said I’m different,” I murmur, eyes on the dirt. “You are,” Elias says. “Your mother was a white wolf. One of the last. You carry her blood and her spirit. When you shift, it won’t be like the others.” I look up. “Then what will it be like?” Elias’s gaze da

ELARA POV The sacred grove is nothing like I imagined. It isn’t made of golden trees or shimmering waters. It’s quiet. Still. Carved from shadow and stone, ringed with ancient carvings that lean inward like they’re listening. Amber walks ahead of me in silence. The wind tangles in her long hair, catching on the silver clasps that line her braids. We reach the center of the grove, where a massive white stone juts from the ground. At its base, symbols glow faintly pulsing in a rhythm that feels disturbingly familiar. “Your mother came here before she left,” Amber says. “It’s like she knew she was walking into danger like she wasn’t sure if she’d return.” She kneels beside the stone and presses her palm to the symbols. They shimmer. “She left this for you. Only blood of her line can open it.” I take a step forward, hesitant. “What is it?” I whisper. “A memory,” she says. “A message. Perhaps more.” I crouch beside her and raise my hand. It trembles, then I press it to the stone

ELARA POV I wake before dawn, for a moment, I forget where I am.The scent of burning pine. Soft fur blankets. No scent of mold or dirt. No leaking roof. No cold, stone cell disguised as a bedroom.“Not Moonstone pack.Not Ridge pack.Predator pack”The realization settles over me slowly it’s comforting and also terrifying. I sit up and place my hand on my stomach. The baby stirs lightly beneath my skin. “You’re safe,” I whisper, though I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince, him or me. The fire has gone out, but the room is still warm, magic lingers here, I can feel it, like something in the walls breathes when I do.Amber said they would give me a few days to adjust before starting training, but I don’t want days. I don’t want to sit here and rest. I’ve been resting my entire life, It’s time to move. When I step into the hallway, Elias is already there. Leaning casually against the stone archway like he never left. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asks. “I could,” I admit. “But

ELARA POVThe forest changes the moment I cross the threshold. The trees are taller here, ancient, thick-trunked, their canopies casting a blue-green haze over the mossy ground. The scent in the air shifts, too. Cleaner. Wilder. Magic hums beneath the soil like a current I can’t see but feel deep in my bones. Predator Pack. The air itself carries weight, not with fear, but with power. My pulse races as I step deeper into the woods. I should be afraid. But I’m not. Not anymore. I walk further into the trees, until I see him again. The golden-eyed stranger.He steps from behind a tree, tall and broad shouldered, his movements fluid and quiet. His hair is tousled, dark, just a shade lighter than Zane’s, but his energy is… calmer, more controlled and somehow ancient.Thanks to our genes you can hardly tell the age of werewolves and something tells me he is older than he lets on “Welcome,” he says, voice deep but gentle. I stop a few paces from him “Who are you?” I lift a brow at hi

ELARA POVThe next morning, Ridge doesn’t feel like Ridge anymore. It’s colder. Heavier. Like the trees themselves know Zane was here. Silvia doesn’t speak as she helps me pack a bag. Just essentials. We’re not running. Not yet. But we’re preparing. Just in case. “You should’ve told me sooner,” she mutters as she folds one of my sweaters. “About the second dream. About him reaching through again.” I don’t respond. I can’t. I’m too busy listening to the silence between her words. The fear she’s trying to hide. Silvia never hides anything, except when she’s scared. “I didn’t want to make it real,” I say quietly. She pauses, looking up at me. “Elara… it’s already real.” I nod, I know.Luna Elenor summons me midmorning into her office. Her office is quieter than usual. No assistants. No paperwork. Just her and a small teacup steaming beside her. I sit across from her, my hands folded tightly in my lap. She watches me for a long time. And finally the words I’ve been fearing leav