Novels by Osarumwense Osakue

Michael’s POV Anabelle’s breathing came out in shallow gasps that only made it clear how close she was to crossing into the afterlife.Her face was paler now, the dull yellow from blood loss spreading beneath her skin like a mark of death. I bent down beside the massive couch, watching her chest rise and fall in shallow, uneven rhythms. Each breath she drew sounded it might be her last and although I had not always been in Anabelle’s good graces, I still didn't want her to die. Her fingers twitched. Maybe from pain. Maybe from the fever. I didn’t know anymore.Marlo stood a few feet away with his arms folded across his chest. His usual calm had shifted into a stone-hard expression of helplessness. Mortis leaned against the doorframe watching everything in silence. And Ashley just stood by the window, half-hidden behind the curtain, her eyes locked on the dark line of trees at the far edge of the compound.Andrew was out there. Somewhere. Watching us. Waiting.“We’re out of time,

Andrew’s POVPain went through every inch of my body as Santiago’s men dragged me across the floor.But none of that compared to the rage burning through me.They pushed me into the back of a black car, the kind of car a man like Santiago liked to travel in.Damian slid in next to me, casual as ever, brushing imaginary dust from his jeans.One of Santiago's thugs climbed into the front passenger seat while another took the wheel.Santiago himself settled into the far side of the backseat, relaxed, a smirk playing across his lips like he owned the damn world.The doors slammed shut.The locks clicked.The engine came to life.As the car moved forward, rolling down the streets towards Fernando's mansion, I gritted my teeth against a fresh wave of pain.And then I turned my head and glared at Damian."You’re a goddamn traitor," I said, my voice hoarse but sharp.He didn’t even flinch.Just leaned his elbow casually on the door, resting his chin on his hand."Save your breath, Andrew," he

Damian’s POVI watched in silence, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal, as Santiago Morales, the infamous Don himself, pointed a silver pistol straight at Andrew's head.Andrew didn't flinch.Not even a blink.Typical Andrew.Always too proud, too stubborn, too full of rage to show fear even when staring down death.But me?I was a little more realistic.I knew what Santiago was capable of.I had heard the stories.And right now, standing just a few feet away, I could feel the power rolling off him like heat from a furnace.Still, even with a gun in his face, Andrew wasn’t backing down.Instead, his lip curled in disgust, and he let out a dry, humorless laugh."You?" Andrew spat. "You're a piece of shit criminal pointing a gun at a federal agent. You think that means something? It just means you're desperate."Santiago's mouth twitched, almost a smile, but his eyes stayed cold and sharp."You talk too much," Santiago said smoothly. "It’s a nasty habit. Someone might

Andrew’s POVThey had their guns aimed right at me — three massive men in black, breathing heavily, sweat glinting on their brows under the harsh fluorescent lights of the store.My own gun was pressed firmly against the side of their colleague's head.I could feel him trembling slightly under my grip, though he tried to stay still, to act like he wasn’t a heartbeat away from death.The tension in the room was thick.And I was furious.The audacity, the goddamn audacity, of them to point their weapons at me."Lower your weapons," I ordered, tightening my grip on my gun until my knuckles turned white. "Or I blow his damn brains out all over aisle seven."One of them, a thug with a crooked nose and numerous tattoos, sneered at me from across the frozen foods section."You shoot him," he said, his voice cold and rough, "and you're a dead man."I laughed.I actually laughed, the sound cutting through the tension."You think you scare me?" I said, my voice dripping with disdain. "Do you ev

Andrew’s POVThe mansion loomed in the distance, shrouded in mist, its silhouette an ugly reminder of my failures.I stood at the edge of the woods, my fists tightening at my sides, nails biting into my palms. My heart beat a furiously, each thud a declaration of hatred—hatred for Michael.I would make him bleed, make him kneel, and then—only then—Ashley would realize she belonged to me.“You’re staring holes through that place, you know,” Damian said beside me.I turned slightly, my glare softening only a bit as I regarded him. "We'll get what we came for, Andrew," Damian said, his voice low but firm. "But we have to be smart. Especially now."I narrowed my eyes at the mansion again. It seemed silent. Peaceful.Too peaceful."And why," I sneered, "do you think now is any different?"Damian shifted slightly, the sound of leaves under his boots cutting through the thick silence between us."Because," he said, "There’s a battalion inside that place."I scoffed, the sound sharp and bit

Michael’s POVAnabelle's body jerked violently on the long chair, her limbs flailing in unnatural, terrifying spasms."Shit—Anabelle!" I roared, instantly snapping out of my argument with Marlo. All the anger that had just been coursing through my veins evaporated, replaced by cold, sharp fear.Marlo was already moving too, cursing under his breath as he dropped to his knees beside her."She's convulsing," I said quickly, pushing aside my own panic. "Marlo, get the first-aid kit. Now!"He hesitated for half a second but then he nodded sharply and ran toward the door.I dropped to my knees beside her, trying to stabilize her body. I couldn't let her fall off the chair, couldn't let her hit her head."Stay with me, Anabelle," I muttered.I heard Marlo's footsteps running back before he even reappeared. He entered the room, tossing me the first-aid kit."Good, good," I muttered. "Okay, I need you to find a soft cloth, anything, so she doesn't bite her tongue. Quickly!"I pulled a small

The dressing room buzzed with energy, the air thick with perfume and excitement. Rows of mirrors lined the walls, reflecting the image of Lily and Maya as they stood side by side, putting the finishing touches on their looks for the Moonlight Dance.They were all smiles as they took their time to make sure they looked more beautiful than they have been all year. This was supposed to be a very special day for both of them and they wanted to look the part. Lily wore a flowing, deep red gown that hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the dressing room lights. Her long, dark curls fell down her back, and the delicate silver necklace around her neck added the final touch of elegance.Maya, standing next to her, looked just as stunning in a sapphire blue dress, the off-shoulder sleeves giving her a regal appearance. Her short, dark hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was jaw dropping.Lily sighed, taking in their reflections. "We actually made it, Maya."

As Lily qmd Maya got closer to the boutique, they made sure to keep their distance as they monitored their targets.The boutique was filled with soft classical music, the scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. Rows of elegant gowns lined the walls, their sequined and satin fabrics shimmering under the bright chandeliers.Lily and Maya stood just outside the store, pressed against a decorative pillar, peeking inside like a pair of detectives on a stakeout."Okay, this is ridiculous," Maya whispered, adjusting her stance to get a better view. "But I can’t lie, I kind of love it.""Shh!" Lily nudged her. "We have to be quiet if we’re going to figure out what’s going on."Inside the boutique, Lucian was standing beside the mystery girl, his arms crossed as she held up a deep emerald dress, pressing it against herself. He nodded approvingly, and the girl beamed. They continued lookingthroughother clothes, occasionally laughing and whispering to each other.Maya narrowed her eye

The soft hum of the engine filled the car as Lily gazed out the window, watching the busy streets pass by. The town’s biggest mall stood just ahead, its glass windows reflecting the bright afternoon sun. Inside, countless shoppers bustled about, their excited chatter mixing with the faint sound of background music playing from the stores.Maya, sitting beside her, tapped away on her phone. "I still can’t believe we’re finally getting our dresses for the Moonlight Dance. It feels so real now."Lily turned to her, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I know. It’s like the final piece of the puzzle.""Exactly!" Maya grinned. "And I already have a vision for my dress. Elegant, sexy, but also just enough sparkle to make Graham lose his mind."Lily chuckled. "You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?""Duh!" Maya tossed her phone into her bag. "It’s not every day we get to have a perfect night with the people we love. And after everything we’ve been through? We deserve this, Lily."L

The grand dining hall in the Alpha mansion was bathed in golden candlelight, the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filling the air. The long mahogany table was elegantly set with silverware and polished plates, while the large windows let in the glow of the moon. Lily sat between Lucas and Liam, across from Alpha Dean and Luna Ariel.Despite the warm atmosphere, her mind kept replaying Graham’s words from earlier that day."Lucas and Liam don’t think they need to ask you."Her grip tightened around her fork as she poked at her mashed potatoes, her appetite fading. She couldn't believe how clueless they were."So, Lily," Luna Ariel's voice pulled her from her thoughts, "you’ve been quiet all evening. Is something on your mind?"Lily hesitated for a second before deciding now was as good a time as any. "I was just thinking about the Moonlight Dance."Alpha Dean chuckled. "Ah, the famous tradition. I remember when I asked Ariel to the dance back in our school days. I made a compl

The scent of fresh plants and autumn leaves filled the air as Lily and Maya walked down the school hallway, their shoes tapping rhythmically against the polished floors. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting golden streaks across the lockers. Laughter and chatter surrounded them, the school buzzing with excitement. Weeks had passed since the chaos with Alex, and life had finally returned to normal.Lily inhaled deeply, a smile stretching across her face. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but it's actually nice having a normal day at school again. No kidnappings, no rogue wolves, no dramatic fights. Just classes and... the Moonlight Dance."Maya grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, right? It’s like everything is back on track. And now, we get to focus on the important things—like waiting for our mates to ask us to the dance."Lily chuckled. "Right! I mean, I am expecting Lucas and Liam to ask me at some point. It is the proper t

A heavy silence hung over the battlefield, thick with tension and the scent of blood. The wolves surrounding Alex stared fiercely at him, their growls low and menacing, awaiting their Alpha Dean’s command. Moonlight shined across the road, casting eerie shadows on the wounded rogue who stood his ground despite his battered body.Alex's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his clothes torn and soaked in blood. Yet, despite the pain coursing through his veins, his gaze was still filled with defiance as he met Alpha Dean's unyielding stare.The towering Alpha took a deliberate step forward, his presence radiating an undeniable authority. His silver eyes bore into Alex like a predator assessing its prey. "Alex," Alpha Dean's voice was deep, steady, and laced with finality. "You stand accused of multiple crimes against this pack. Kidnapping, conspiracy, endangering the life of one of our own—Lily—and defying the authority of the Alpha."Alex sneered, blood dripping from the corner of his m

Riley's POV The car came to a smooth halt in front of the restaurant, its glowing elegance an extravagant display of glass and lights. The sheer elegance of the building was enough to make anyone feel out of place, but I was used to this now—Jaxon’s world of wealth and sophistication had become familiar territory. Before I could reach for the door handle, it swung open, revealing one of Jaxon’s bodyguards standing tall and imposing. His movements were precise, almost rehearsed, as he stepped aside to let me out. “Thank you,” I said politely, stepping onto the almost busy driveway. “Please let the driver know to stay ready. I won’t be too long.” The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his deep voice steady. “Understood, Mr. Matthews" he said.I adjusted my jacket, smoothing down the runples and took a moment to take in the sight of the restaurant. The evening air was delicious, the faint scent of sweet and expensive perfume being carried through the breeze. A valet hurried past,

Jaxon's POV The first thing I became aware of was a soft, persistent voice pulling me from the suffocating depths of unconsciousness. It wasn’t sharp or startling, but it was there—gentle and warm, like a light tug at the edges of my mind. “Jaxon… Come on, Jaxon. It’s time to wake up now.” Alexis. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, even in this hazy void. She was the only one that could annoy me to wake up.I tried to respond, to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was filled with something heavy.My limbs were tight, my chest tight, and even my eyelids refused to cooperate. Still, her voice didn’t falter. “You’re stronger than this,” she said, her tone firm but encouraging. “Riley needs you, Jaxon. We all do. So, wake up already!” That name—Riley. It sparked something in me, like a fire lighting in full force.Slowly, painfully, I willed my eyelids to move. The room around me came into focus, and the first thing I saw was Alexis’s face hovering above mine, her eyes wide

Riley's POVThe quiet of my apartment was a welcome change after the constant hum of the hospital. I didn't have to deal with the relentless beeping of the machines connected to Jaxon and I have to admit, I felt relived that I didn't have to listen to it, even if for just a few moments.It honestly wasn't easy living without Jaxon and I couldn't believe I had become so close to him, so much that I couldn't imagine how my life would have been if we never met.I guess that's what happens with someone takes a bullet for you.I set my bag down and pulled out my phone, intending to check the time, but a text notification caught my eye. It was from Chloe. "Hey, Riley. How’s Jaxon doing?" She asked and I could feel her concern just from reading her short message.I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I finally typed out a response. "He’s still in the coma. The doctors don’t know when or if he’ll wake up" I replied, almost feeling like these words have become some kind of

Riley's POVThe steady hum of the machines filled the hospital room, a cruel reminder of Jaxon's fragile state. I sat beside his bed, my fingers holding his hand tightly, as if my touch could somehow bring him back to me. I couldn't deny it, I was actually hoping something like that would happen and finally end this nightmare once and for all.His face was pale, almost as pale as the clean hospital sheets, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that life still flowed within him. It had been weeks—weeks since he’d taken that bullet meant for me, weeks since he’d fallen into this coma, and weeks since my entire world had come to revolve around this quiet, suffocating room. I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the machines. “You have to wake up. Please. I don’t know how much longer I can do this without you.” There was no response, just the rise and fall of his chest, fixed and unchangin

Riley's POV The moment Jaxon hit the floor, my entire world shattered. I pleaded with him not to go into the light but as I knelt beside him, I could feel his life draining slowly.“Jaxon please don't leave me!” I screamed, holding his head and trying to get him to stay awake. His shirt was soaked with blood, the red stain spreading fast across his chest. My hands trembled as I pressed down on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. His eyes fluttered open for a moment, glazed with pain, and he gave me the faintest smile. “Riley…” “Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Jaxon. Stay with me.” His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I pressed harder on the wound, my hands slick with his blood. The warm, sticky sensation made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t afford to think about that now. Arthur stood a few feet away, his face pale and eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at Jaxon as though u

Jaxon's POV The world seemed to tilt on its axis the moment my father pulled the gun from his jacket. Since when did my father carry a gun? This was entirely new to me and I tried my best to process fast what exactly I was stsriiat: the barrel of a loaded gun.Growing up, I have always looked at my father as a man of power, control, and manipulation. He didn’t need weapons—his words alone had the sharpness of blades. But there he was, holding a gun, his face twisted in fury, and the cold metal glinting under the dim light. “Drop the gun, Dad,” I said, my voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “This isn’t you. This isn’t how we do things.” His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles white. “Don’t lecture me, Jaxon. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Riley’s voice trembled behind me. “Arthur, please… put the gun down. You don’t need to do this.” Arthur’s eyes darted to Riley, his hatred so palpable it felt like a physical force in the room. “Y

The late afternoon sun spilled golden light across the floor of Becca’s room, painting soft patterns through the white curtains that danced in the gentle breeze. A quiet energy filled the room as Mira fastened the final pin into her hair, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a soft smile. She looked beautiful in her moon-silver gown, a color that shimmered when she moved, adding to the glow in her skin. The faint sounds of violins being tuned floated in from the distant ballroom, carried up the stairs by open windows and echoing laughter.Becca stood by the wardrobe, carefully slipping into a deep emerald dress with gold designs at the sleeves and neckline. Her fingers worked quickly, but her eyes held a trace of apprehension. The dress clung to her form with just the right amount of grace, and her long hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, the last bits still damp from her earlier bath.“You’re awfully quiet,” Mira said, turning and giving her friend a look. “Not h

Luna Seraphina, Alpha Desmond, and Jack hurried down the long, dimly lit hallways. Their footsteps echoed sharply off the floors as they approached Eugene’s study. Desmond and Seraphina led the way, their eyes flickering with determination, while Jack followed reluctantly behind.“Jack,” Seraphina’s voice cut through the silence, her tone laced with irritation, “you really think it’s acceptable to waste time like this? We’re on a tight schedule, and you didn’t even check the study for the elixir after you were supposed to.”Jack glanced at her, his eyes narrowing, but he kept his voice calm and polite. “I understand your frustration, Luna Seraphina, but I’ve been handling preparations for the Moon Festival. You know how important it is. It’s a lot of work.”Desmond, walking beside Seraphina, grunted dismissively. “The festival? You think that matters right now, Jack? Eugene’s elixir is more important. You should’ve checked the study first, not gotten distracted with petty celebrat

Mira’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Becca and Eugene dancing together, their bodies intertwined like they were one.“They look... perfect together,” Mira whispered, almost to herself.Max turned his head to look at her. The way her lips curled in a small, genuine smile made something warm and aching move inside his chest.For a moment, Max’s fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to reach out, to tell her something—anything—just to hear her voice.He opened his mouth, about to speak, when—A sharp, loud laugh shattered the moment.They all turned in unison, their heads snapping toward the grand staircase.At the top, like a queen descending to oversee her court, stood Luna Seraphina. Trailing behind her were Desmond and Jack, both in dark ceremonial attire, their faces fixed into perfect, impassive masks. Except Jack—his eyes flickered briefly when they landed on Mira, but his expression quickly smoothed over.“Oh, what a precious sight,” she said mockingly. “A

The grand ballroom had never felt so vast, so daunting.Becca tightened her hands nervously around the fabric of her dress as she and Mira stepped through the towering double doors.Beside her, Mira fidgeted, smoothing her skirt unnecessarily."I don't like this," Mira muttered under her breath. "This whole… rehearsal stuff."Becca nodded, equally uneasy. But they had been told—no, summoned—to come for a "special preparation" for the upcoming Moon Festival. And no one said no to Alpha Eugene.Across the ballroom, standing near the orchestra setup, were two familiar figures:Alpha Eugene, handsome and commanding in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders; and Max, stoic as ever, standing slightly behind him.Mira's steps faltered when she saw Max, but she pressed her lips together and kept walking.Becca noticed the tension between them. They didn't speak, didn't look directly at each other — but the awareness between them was almost palpable.Becca swallowed hard and pu

The corridor was deathly silent, broken only by the occasional sound of the wooden beams overhead as the mansion settled into the cool embrace of evening. Jack’s heart thudded violently against his ribs, his palms clammy as he hovered in front of Alpha Eugene’s door.He knew what he was about to do was wrong.Grievously wrong.But desperate situations demanded desperate actions.Steeling himself, Jack exhaled slowly through his nose and pushed the door open, slipping inside as silently as smoke.The Alpha’s room was a testament to restrained luxury. Dark mahogany furniture, a towering bookshelf against one wall, heavy curtains that dimmed the twilight into an amber glow, and a four-poster bed with silken sheets tucked meticulously. A faint scent of sandalwood and pine — Eugene’s natural scent — hung heavily in the air, prickling Jack’s senses."Stay calm, stay focused," he whispered to himself.He moved carefully, almost on tiptoe, toward the ornate chest by the bedside.If his sus

Becca strolled slowly down the paths, her hands folded behind her back, watching as Mira and a few other maids bustled about, hanging colorful ribbons and glowing paper lanterns from the arching trees.The Moon Festival was approaching quickly, and excitement buzzed in the air like a living thing.Mira caught sight of her and waved. Her face was flushed from work, loose strands of her dark hair clinging to her cheeks."Becca!" Mira called out brightly. "Come see! We’re almost finished with this side!"Becca smiled and made her way over. She stopped next to Mira, tilting her head back to admire the swaying lanterns."They look beautiful," Becca said sincerely.Mira wiped her hands on her apron and grinned. "Wait until you see them all lit up at night. It’ll be like walking through the stars themselves."Becca laughed softly, the image taking root easily in her mind.They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the others work."Are you excited?" Mira asked suddenly, glanc