Novels by A. B

Michelle MorripinI never thought the day would come.The day when every eye would turn to the platform, not to watch me die, but to watch justice be done.Still, when I was told the trials, the sentences, and the executions would take place in just a few hours, my whole body went rigid.The wolf inside me whispered:“You need this.”And part of me knew it was true.My heart craved it. My whole life had been marked by lies built around me, by sins that were never mine. Today would be the day the truth was exposed. The day those who dared to play with my fate would finally be punished.Matthew’s maids helped me get dressed. Their hands were light, quick, but my body stayed tense. Megan stood at my side, as always. She wasn’t just a maid anymore. She was my companion. My protector. Even with her belly growing, she hadn’t stepped back once.“You should rest a little, for the baby,” I whispered, worried.She gave me that smile of hers, stronger than her body could ever look.“He’s fine, M

Matthew DawolfThe air that morning was heavy.Maybe it was the expectation, or maybe it was just the weight of what was about to happen. I felt everyone’s eyes on me, even before I went up to the podium. Soldiers, servants, entire families who had run to the gates of the palace when they knew that there would be justice, that the day they feared had come.It was necessary.After my awakening, after the wolf inside me finally claimed its place, I knew I couldn’t hesitate anymore. It was time to show everyone that things had changed. Time to make it clear that the Supreme Alpha no longer forgives betrayal.I walked across the platform, my eyes running through every detail. The ropes were already swaying slightly with the icy wind. The blade of the guillotine reflected sunlight, freshly sharpened. The executioners waited, motionless, each one holding his axe as if the world would end if he released it. Everything was as it should be.And I stayed there until everything was finally ready,

Matthew DawolfWhen Michelle walked into the hall in that way - her eyes were troubled, her breath was short, her body tense as if it would break at any moment - I felt something within me crack.It was not common to see me so shaken, but her desperate vision... it hurt me more deeply than any weapon.My wolf whispered inside me.Stay calm.That grave, wild voice echoed in my mind muffled."Calm?" I questioned, in thought, as he always did when he tried to impose his presence. "Michelle is panicking, and you want me to be quiet?""That’s not our problem." He replied, cold, dry, as if it had no relevance at all. "You have trials to preside, executions to perform, an entire kingdom to hold. Focus on what matters."My jaw shrunk. Anger was burning under the skin, but deep down I knew that fighting my wolf would not work. He wouldn’t move. And yet, it wasn’t wrong at all: I couldn’t let Michelle see my uncertainty. I needed to be the rock she could hold, even if inside I was cracked.But

Michelle Morripin The heart seemed to want to jump out of my chest with every step I took down the corridor towards the hall. With every soldier who crossed my path, I felt a hint of mistrust, as if behind each serious look could be an enemy in disguise. I tried to drive away this paranoia, but the feeling insisted on following me. "No, it can’t be..." I repeated to myself. All that hell had passed. Matthew had promised. I had seen with my own eyes what he had done, how he had ended it all. So why, suddenly, it seemed that at any moment something would collapse again? My breath was out of balance, my body still trembling from the fright of the news. Megan walked beside me, firmer than I thought possible, even with the bandages still visible under her clothes. She looked like a warrior, serious, attentive to every detail of the environment. And that gave me some strength. If even Megan, wounded, was resisting, I had no right to falter. We got close to the hall. The maids were ther

Michelle MorripinThe light of the morning passed through the cracks of the curtain, filling the room with a comforting glow. I blinked slowly, feeling the strange calm that enveloped my body. For a moment, I was afraid to be dreaming, that when opening my eyes would find nothing but emptiness by my side. But he was there. Matthew. He breathed with tranquility, security, deep as someone who finally allowed himself to rest. My heart accelerated in a way I never thought possible. A heat took me whole, rising up the skin, the stomach, until it stuck in the throat. Was that what they called love? Or happiness? Maybe it was both, mixed and confused, but so intense that it hurt. I passed my hand slowly through the sheets, almost touching his arm, but I backed away as if that moment was too sacred to be broken. I sighed. I thought of everyone. Marilyn, Julie, Megan... Were they okay? Did they also feel some kind of relief? Or did they still carry the same weight as before? I decided to

Julie MarvenDark. There was no cold, no heat. Just... nothing. It was as if I were suspended in a place where time did not run, where the senses had no importance. Nor pain. Nor fear. Only silence, a silence too heavy not to crush me inside. For a moment, I thought I was dead. That everything was over. After all, the last thing I remember was the battle, the blood, the screams... and the teeth. The teeth of that grey wolf coming right at me. Then, the Supreme Alpha came to me, and I knew nothing else. I asked myself in a low voice, not knowing if the sound really came out of me: " I died? Where... where am I?" That’s when I heard the voice. Low. Far away. And it wasn’t my wolf’s voice. I knew that with absolute certainty. I didn’t see my wolf there. "It’s not your time yet." That voice echoed inside me, soft and at the same time unquestionable. My eyes - if I still had eyes there - widened. " What do you mean? "I said. " Where am I? What does that mean?" But the voice di