Novel-novel oleh Pheobe

Epilogue(Author’s pov) The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting golden lights across the room. Selene sat on the bed, her laptop was open and her fingers flew over the keys as she responded to emails. Her work demanded her attention too much these days, but it was difficult to concentrate when Ethan was running around the house like a whirlwind. The little boy had energy that never seemed to run out. He kicked his small red ball against the walls and let out triumphant cheers when it bounced back, then ran after it with wild excitement. Selene had gotten the ball for him on his 3rd birthday and ever since, the boy had turned it into his companion and his father hadn’t stopped talking about how he was going to be the best football player in the world. His tiny feet thudded against the floor and along with his squeals of excitement, Selene was frustrated. She didn’t know how else to caution him and had already gotten tired. "Ethan, slow down!" Selene called, he

Selene’s Pov; I kept hearing voices, some were familiar and others, unfamiliar, but what enraged me was that I couldn’t tell whom the voices belonged to. My eyes fluttered open slowly after a while and I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the blinding light in the room. The room was unfamiliar and I glanced around, trying to recall how I got here. The ceiling glowed with the harsh fluorescent light. The sharp scent of antiseptic burned my nose, the rhythmic beeping of a monitor filled the silence around me and my body ached, as if I had been torn apart and stitched back together. I tried to move but my legs didn’t respond and panic rose to my chest. I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands moving to my thighs. My fingers trembled as they pressed against my thighs and then my knees, nothing. No sensation, no movement. Nothing at all! A strangled noise escaped my throat as I tried again, harder this time, but my legs remained dead weight beneath me. No, no, no. My heart slammed

Author’s Pov; Logan glanced around quickly, his breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the prison corridor. His palms were slick with sweat, and his heart raced, but that didn’t stop him. This was his moment. This was the perfect opportunity and this time, he was going to ensure that he was successful. But fate had other plans for him.Just as he reached the gates, someone yanked him back. "Going somewhere?" The warden’s voice was taunting. He had been watching the man and knew that he was up to no good. Turns out he was right. Logan gritted his teeth, trying to pull himself out of the man’s grip, but it was useless. Within seconds, two more guards tackled him to the ground, pressing his face into the cold floor. "Son of…" Logan growled, struggling against their grip. "Shut it," one of the guards barked, twisting Logan’s arms painfully behind his back. "You really thought you could buy your way out this time?" Logan chuckled darkly, despite the pain. "Do you ev

Selene's POV The doors opened, and the soft melody of the piano filled the small chapel. My heart pounded so hard I thought everyone could hear it. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t help much. My hands felt empty without someone holding them. I had dreamed of this day since I was a little girl, but in those dreams, I never imagined walking down the aisle alone. I had imagined my father to be the one ushering me down the aisle in my glistering and beautiful wedding gown and then into the hands of my husband but I guessed everything happens for a reason. I gripped my bouquet tighter and took my first step. My mother sat in the front row, smiling at me with teary eyes. Jakob’s parents sat beside her, their faces warm and kind. Martha gave me a thumbs-up. Sean nodded, his face serious, but I knew he was happy for me. Julie was grinning, whispering something to her boyfriend, everyone looked at me with love and support, but the empty space beside me was too loud, I was not supposed

Author's POV Two weeks had gone past since they returned to the country. It had been a hard time, keeping memories of sorrow; joy, however, was to remain valid for this night. Jakob and Selene’s parents sat together for dinner, sharing laughter and memories in a great camaraderie of friendship. Summer warm, one could hear names and clinking of glasses and rejoicings. Jakob surveyed the table. He breathed in once. “I want to say something, there is something very important I would like to say.” The attention of the room shifted to him. Selene appeared sweetly and placed her hand on his. He lifted his glass. “But before I say what I have to say, first of all let us take this toast,” he paused as they all took their glass of wine, " To family.” “To family!” Everyone chimed in and raised their glasses. Jakob looked on smiling. “I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for all of you. You have been my backbone, my strength. You pulled me out of the deep waters. Selene’s father..” J

Author's POV Mia planted herself on the cold bench within the jail cell and tapped her fingers against the metallic bars, letting out a huffed breath as she pulled out the tiny phone she had hidden in her pocket and moved her fingers quickly to dial Jacob's number. She needed to act fast before the prison guards on duty came to check on her and caught her, being without a phone was the worst thing that could ever happen to her in this cruel place. She cleared her throat and she mentally went on the words she was going to say to Jakob. The phone rang: once, twice, three times, and then he finally picked up, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want, Mia? How were you able to call me anyways?" She swallowed hard, pressing the phone closer. "Jakob, listen, I don't have much time so you have to listen to me attentively. I need you to get me out of here." Silence. Then a small chuckle. "You need me to do what?" Mia clenched her teeth. "Bail me out, Jakob! I shouldn't b

Author’s pov Ashton’s men arrived at the pack severely wounded, some of them could hardly walk and they were carried in by the pack guards. Ashton rushed out as soon as he sighted them from the balcony. “Hey guys, how did it go —-“ he paused, talking as he saw many of them wounded. “Alpha,” one of the men stuttered. “We…. We were overpowered because the alpha of the pack came directly at us with a sword.” He explained. “So…. Just Xavier against all of you and he won?” Ashton asked angrily. “Ye… Yes boss. It was not an easy fight and we tried so hard to —-“ Another of them tried to explain but Ashton cut him short. “Shut up, you cowards.” Ashton snapped. “I had so many of you go there because I wanted victory or nothing. You guys are just too useless, just this little assignment, you messed things up.” He fumed. The soldiers were quiet as they could sense the anger in Ashton’s voice. They knew that trying to explain themselves or calm him down will worsen the situati

Xavier I felt so relieved about the fact that Charlotte was okay. She was on my mind all the while I was outside, and I just hope that she did not see all of the blood splash. “Are you sure you are okay?” I asked her again. “Ye… Yeah, I am fine” she replied coldly. “But what exactly happened though?” She asked me. I paused for a while as I didn’t know what to say. I didn't think I should be exposing Charlotte to what happened today. “It’s nothing serious, charlotte.” I said, trying to wave the situation away. “Don’t worry, It has been taken care of.” I assured her. Charlotte stood there and just stared at me. I knew there was something on her mind about the fight but u pretended not to know because I didn’t want her to worry about anything. “So, what were you up to the short time I was away?” I asked her, trying to move on to another conversation. But Charlotte wasn’t having it. “Xavier,” she called me. “Yes,” I replied, hoping that she would mention something

Charlotte: Almost immediately after Xavier left, I realized how boring things were without him. Sitting down there without him felt lonely. It felt unexpected that he was now a huge part of my life despite meeting him just a few days ago. If anyone had told me months ago that I would meet a strange man in the woods who would mean so much to me, I would have argued. I found myself missing the way he smiled, teased me, and always knew what to say to me in every situation. “You like him so much that you cannot even spend a minute away from him,” My wolf, interjected. “Go home, he is probably also waiting for him to return back to him.” The word home made my heart skip a bit. This was the first time I had a home where I was loved, a place I was happy to go back to and have someone who would be glad to see me return. “We are not doing that today, snap out of it,” My wolf chimed in again, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You know what? You are right,” I said. “I am not doing this

Xavier:As we continued our walk around the pack, I seriously began to doubt my decision about not finding out who Charlotte's real family was.I was so impatient and needed to know not only who they were but the circumstances that led to her being put in an adoption home.“You seem distracted, Xavier,” Charlotte muttered, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You have barely said a word to me.”“I am just really excited to see you so happy,” I replied.Charlotte seemed to believe me as she nodded with a gentle smile.“Let’s take a seat there,” She said, pointing towards a huge tree with chairs arranged under it. “You still have about an hour till your meeting.““Is this you trying to spend some alone time with me?” I asked, stopping to look at her.“You are free to return home if you want,” She replied, walking towards the tree while I rushed towards her.“There is no place I would rather be,” I muttered.She smiled briefly but immediately maintained a straight face.We then both found tw

Xavier: There are several questions in my mind but there is just no answer. One of the questions was how Charlotte’s adoptive parent managed to keep the fact that they were not her biological parents and why they would do that only to end up maltreating her so much. After Charlotte saw me with the papers, the way she looked at me nearly broke me. I just knew I could not go behind her back to find out who are real parents were. Charlotte had to know first and then decide whether she wanted to search for them or not. “It’s not in my place,” I muttered to myself even though deep down I knew I could call Max and get the information I desperately wanted in less than a day. “I will tell her first then do whatever she wants to do,” I muttered to myself while reminiscing about the hug. It seemed like the Levi situation brought us closer and even though I was still upset about losing a friend, it felt nice to know that something nice came out of the situation. Now that I knew for sur

XavierI opened my eyes the next morning to find myself still in Charlotte's room. I could not remember exactly how the night went but I hoped I did not misbehave or say anything to annoy Charlotte. I looked to my side and saw Charlotte sleeping peacefully beside me, she used three pillows as demarcation between us and that made me smile a bit. Before she woke up, I tried my best to remember everything that happened the night before. Even if I was sure to behave myself anytime I was drunk, I had to think about it all over again since Charlotte was involved. I remember how I came into her room after Levi left. I remember being in a conversation with her, I smiled as I remembered how precious the hug between us was. I tried my best to remember every single conversation and then I remember asking her about her biological parents and she responded just normally. “That means he knows she was adopted," I wondered. “If she knew she was adopted,why did she still address Lydia as her blo