Nobela ni Spark

Alora’s POVFive words- words that have thrown me off balance“Your mother died when you were born…” is that not what Agatha said?” Melody is confusedI cannot breathe properly. My legs heavy and shaky. The twins are still crying. Everything is chaotic amd my head swimsThe door is thrown open as two servants rush in"Your Majesty!" exclaims the second servant as she hurries to my side to hold my shaky body. “What has happened?"I open my mouth, but I cannot speak, I just gasp"The children are crying " the first says, lifting my son from his crib."Your Majesty, please sit before you fall,” thesecond says as she guides me to the nearest chair,"Go and call the king!” the first commands, but I don’t know who she is commanding, but the door slams and I hear running"It's a trick," Melody insists. "Someone is pranking us”But what if it isn't? What if my mother has been alive all this time?The first servants manage to quiet my son, ans she moves to mu daughter"Stop crying little princ

Alora’s POVSix months later, I am lying in a hospital bed, holding the sheets because of my contractions. I hate how I feel"Push!" Dr. Belimah commands meI push with all my strength, a guttural scream tearing from my throat as I feel like I am tearing up. The pain is so bad. It feels like my body is splitting in two and then scattering like sand"Please, I can't," I cry, “I can't do this anymore. Please."Melody growls inside me. She is in pain too. “Let us try, Alora!”Another contraction hits, and I scream again. The midwife wipes my forehead with a cloth while Dr. Belimah positions herself between my legs."The head is crowning," she announces. "One more big push, Dr White. You can do this!” At this point I almost give out that my name is not White, but AloraSummoning strength, I push with everything in me- I want this done with. After this baby, I don’t think I will ever allow myself to be pregnant again. I feel an intense burning sensation in my private part as it stretches l

Alora’s POVI can't process it all. I sink to my knees, tears streaming down my face. My real mother- a woman named Helen who loved my father. A woman who died thinking her baby was dead, never knowing I lived.Through my tears, I see movement in the corner. My father is shaking, silent tears streaming down his face. Helen was the love of his life. He has been trapped in his paralysed body all this time, hearing everything, unable to speak or move.Lucas has disappeared- he slipped out during the chaos, probably to find his mother and siblings, to get them away from this cursed place.I wipe my tears and stand. I am the white wolf. I cannot be weakI walk to my father's wheelchair and kneel before him. Looking into his eyes, I see how sad he is. How he regrets abandoning me. Without even touching him, I heal him gently"Come back," I whisper. "Your wolf, your strength, your voice, your entirety. Come back to us."The poisons Agatha has been feeding him neutralises. His suppressed sta

Alora’s POV“Are you not sleeping with the guard!?” I say in utter disgust***“We can share, that is why we are a team,” Agatha says with a broad smile as if enjoying how disgusted I look“You what!?” I scream, losing control at the amount of atrocities being committed in this house. Even father shakes visibly at the revelation. I can see his face cort slightly in disgust- the highest reaction he can give. He is sick, paralyzed even, but he is not deaf. Even Lucas seems to understand this part. He pauses and looks at them, confusion and disgust equally in his face“You know what, I don’t care what the both of you do with your bodies. I just came here for dad”I proceed to move toward Lucas slowly, reaching out to him carefully. His mind is shattered, broken by grief and possibly magic. Agatha has always dabbled in the atrocities"I can help you," I say to himAs I approach Lucas, I feel a sudden movement around me. Melody screams warning me as Agatha and Leah move with wolf speed, t

Alora’s POV"Alora, my dear daughter. How rude. Not even a hello to your mother? After all that I have done for you?"I want to ask her what she has done for me ever since I lost consciousness order than make me feel worthless, but I did not come here to trade words with her. "I did not come all the way from my kingdom to this pack to exchange pleasantries," I reply coldly. "I cannot pretend we are on good terms, Agatha. I come for my father."“You now call me Agatha? Not even mother?” she fakes her shocked response“I started calling you by your name a long time ago, you were just too cruel to notice. You saw me as nothing, so you did not notice. Now I am something, you want to form a bond between us, a collaboration of mother and daughter, but that would not happen!”Her smile falters slightly, but she regains herself. “And why is that?” she asksBefore I can respond, the side door opens and Leah who excused herself earlier because she could not stand my presence and she and Agatha

Alora’s POVAn older woman steps into my path, falling to her knees because she cannot look at my face. I know her- she is Fiona, the she-wolf who once worked in the pack house kitchens. She was in fact wicked to me. Sne called me useless a lot of times, smacked my face and hit my head on the wall whenever she had the chance to. Ahe only stopped when I was grown and after I fought her back one day, stabbed her arm with a pair of scissors. I wonder what she wants now. She must be delusional to think that I will help her with whatever request she is about to mas"White wolf," she says with a shaky voice. Even she is judging herself. “Please, help us. Our land is dying."I stop, looking around properly for the first time. The Midnight Pack territory looks... horrible- even worst than how the Alistair kingdom was looking like bef I broke the curse. The trees are withering, fields that should be green, lush and fruitful are barren. The people themselves look thin, their clothes worn out.

First Person’s PerspectivePercyI used to think being Luna would make me happy.Now, I just feel tired all the time.Ron, my stupid husband, is the Alpha. He’s strong, respected, and feared. People think he’s perfect. They call him powerful. Smart. A true leader.But they don’t see him behind closed doors. They don’t see the way he looks at me like I’m nothing. Like I’m a piece of dirt under his boot.I sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my arms. There were purple marks on them. Faint, but real. His hands had grabbed too hard last night.Again.He always says it’s my fault. That I made him angry. That I said the wrong thing. That I didn’t smile fast enough. Or I didn’t walk the way a Luna should walk.I used to cry. I don’t cry anymore. I just go quiet.This morning, I made him tea. He didn’t drink it.“It’s cold,” he said, pushing the cup off the table. It hit the floor and broke into pieces.“I made it fresh,” I said softly.“You made it wrong,” he snapped.I bent down to pick up

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaIt had been three weeks.Three long, quiet weeks.No one knew who the man was. The one who tried to hurt me that night. The guards searched the whole mansion. They checked the gates. They even went into the woods. But nothing. No clues. No signs. No name.Sometimes I thought I would never know.But the calm had returned.After that night, Salvatore didn’t leave my side as you already knowHe didn’t let me walk alone and that earned me lots of stares from the people who saw. I stayed in his bedroom every night. At first, it was strange. His room was so big. So dark, I didn’t feel like I belonged here.But now, it felt normal. Safe.Sometimes he sat in the chair near the bed, just watching the door. Other nights, he would lie on the bed, far from me, but close enough that I could hear him breathing.He didn’t say much the first week.But now, things were starting to feel a little better.This morning, I sat on the bed, brushing my hair. Salvatore was nea

Third Person’s PerspectiveElena now slept in Salvatore’s bedroom.After the attack, he didn’t want to take any chances. The mansion had many rooms, but his bedroom was the safest. No one would dare walk in without knocking. No one would try anything with him around.At first, Elena felt nervous about it. She had never stayed in his room before. It smelled like him , strong, cold, but a little warm too. The bed was huge, the sheets dark. His clothes were folded neatly. Everything was clean and quiet.But after the attack, Elena didn’t argue.She needed to feel safe. And even though she didn’t say it, she felt safe around him.Salvatore didn’t talk much about what happened. He told the guards to search for the man who tried to hurt her. He gave strict orders. He stayed up most nights, sitting near the door, just watching. He didn’t let her sleep alone again.He didn’t touch her. He didn’t kiss her. He didn’t even sleep on the bed.He just stayed close. Silent. Cold. Watchful.Everyone

First Person’s PerspectiveAresIt had been two weeks since I last saw Hermoine.The last time we met, Olivia had walked in on us. That moment had changed something. Hermoine didn’t talk to me for days. No texts. No visits. Nothing.But tonight, I went to her place.Her so-called “home” was more like a broken cabin. It smelled like dust and smoke. The windows were small and cracked. The roof looked like it could fall anytime.I kicked a piece of trash out of the way as I stepped in. “This is where you live now?” I asked, smirking.Hermoine rolled her eyes. “Don’t start.”I looked around. The wooden walls were stained. The furniture looked like it was stolen from a trash bin. I laughed a little.“I see you’re living the dream,” I said.“Shut up,” she snapped. “Why are you here?”I walked closer and sat on the edge of her small bed. “Missed me?”“Hardly,” she said, walking to the window and closing the curtain.There was silence for a moment.Then I said, “I was thinking about you.”She

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe hallway was quiet again. Elena stood still for a moment, her hands cold. She had seen everything. Olivia had just stormed out in tears, and Salvatore had walked away, his face like stone.Elena didn’t know what to say or do. But her heart was heavy. Something deep had just happened between mother and son, and she had walked in on it.She looked down at her feet and slowly followed Salvatore.He had gone upstairs.She walked quietly, her steps soft. She found him in his room, standing by the window, looking outside. His arms were crossed, his back straight.“Alpha?” she said gently.He didn’t turn around.Elena stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “Salvatore?”He sighed but didn’t speak.“I saw her,” Elena said, walking closer. “She looked… really upset.”Still, he didn’t turn.Elena stopped a few steps behind him. “Do you want to talk about it?”“No,” Salvatore said quickly. His voice was hard and cold.Elena lowered her eyes. “Okay…”She turned

Third Person’s PerspectiveOlivia walked fast through the hallway, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. Her heart was beating too fast. Her chest felt tight. Her hands were shaking, and her head was full of angry thoughts.She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had walked in on Hermoine and Ares. They were making out like wild animals, right there in the guest room. And Hermoine had the nerve to threaten her.That stupid, lying slut, Olivia thought. I was fighting for her. I stood by her when no one else did. I even went against my own sonbecause of her.Her hands curled into fists. Her lips were pressed into a tight line. She didn’t even look at the maids who bowed when she passed. The guards said, “Good evening, Lady Olivia,” but she ignored them. She just kept walking. Fast. Angry. Hurt.“I hate her,” she whispered under her breath. “I hate her so much.”Hermoine was pretending to be heartbroken. Pretending to be the one who got betrayed. But now Olivia saw the tr