Crossed Novels & Stories

She liked her world like this; controlled, immaculate, and hers. Her assistant had just left the report on the collaboration between Duval Holdings and CrossTech, and Clarisse skimmed it with the cool efficiency of a surgeon. Numbers, timelines, projected returns, upcoming brief, it was all there. Damon Cross, as always, delivered results with a surgeon’s blade.

The boundary. With one final surge of energy, I lunged forward and crossed it. The moment my paws touched neutral territory, I pushed a message through the private mind link. 'I crossed. It worked.' I felt the Alpha's acknowledgment, a quiet surge of approval beneath the pain and restraint. But I did not slow down. Not just yet.

— Rowan confronted Selene amid the sirens. “You crossed,” he said, voice raw. “So did you,” Selene replied. Rowan shook his head. “I crossed into service. You crossed into proof.” — Lucien watched the feeds split. Hero narrative. Hypocrisy narrative. The fork sharpened. — Prototype Three archived the event under a new category. Cross-zone dependency established. She did not feel victory. She felt inevitability. — That night, Selene stood alone once more. The border she had crossed glowed faintly behind her.

I can’t deny that my body reacts to him, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing it fully. “Do not tell me you’re going to argue with your own body now, Purrey. That’s cheating,” he murmurs. I bite the inside of my cheek, swatting at his hand again, though this time it’s weaker. My knee shifts just slightly toward him, a betrayal I immediately regret. He leans ever so slightly closer, and I can feel my heart stutter. “Crosswalk…” I whisper, voice small, wary. “I know,” he replies, low, rough, almost tender. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

When we pulled apart, I felt dizzy, breathless. "It is done," the Alpha announced. "Behold the future Alpha and Luna of our pack!" More cheers followed, the sound washing over us like a wave. Cross kept hold of my hand as we turned to face the gathered pack members. That's when it happened. Cross stiffened beside me, his hand suddenly tightening around mine. A strange energy pulsed from him, making the hair on my arms stand up. "Cross?" I whispered, alarmed by the change. "What's wrong?"

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Only memory, rebalanced. "Three roads," he whispered. She nodded. "And others will follow." They didn't need to know where any of them went. Not today. Today, it was sufficient to know they had walked in. --- 7:11 AM — Sector R, Boundary Weave Crossing The crossing was not broad, but it was tiered: silkcord braids along tension beams, sewn with bits of flags originally flown for district designations. Those now indicated but change. Renewal. Resilience.

Just crossing. I show Cain. “They’re stress-testing movement.” He nods. “Seeing if passage can happen openly.” “They won’t push if resistance appears.” “No.” “They’ll record.” “Yes.” CAIN We do not attend the crossing. We don’t observe directly. We wait for reports. Twenty minutes. Then: “Bridge used. Normal traffic density. No incident.” Good. Not victory. Signal. LYRA Nothing inside me surges. Nothing answers. The Hollow remains inert. Which confirms the core truth:

Rosie said. "Hey Rosie, listen to me, I'm sure that whatever your gender results, Omega or Beta, you will be an amazing human being. Do you know why? Because you are born as a strong girl, you are smart, you are cool, you are great Rosie. You know Gemma right? She's a Beta, she just broke up with her boyfriend Eric, they've been dating for more than 2 years, Eric is an Alpha and they had to break up because that's the limit, even love can't cross that line, so whatever the outcome will be, I'm sure you can pass it well "

“We can start a business with that mouth.” “That's it! One more word and I'm driving into a tree!” His laughter roared in the car and a smile tugged at my lips. An easy going Cross was an interesting one. “So it doesn't matter if you're giving or receiving, as long as you're engaging in something sexual,” he pieced the dots together while I nodded. “Just so you know,” I turned to him and he wiggled his brows as he said, “You can go down on me anytime.”