Nia's Solo Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirty. Natalia hummed in time to Saylor Twift’s song, ‘Dreaming in the Wild’ with a bit of joy. Her windows were rolled down, and she was driving faster than she usually did. The wind also blew her hair away from her face and she felt like the cool main character in a movie. She looked up at the rear mirror and smiled at the empty backseat, Natalia was feeling very optimistic about how her day would go. She was going to see Piero again. She had been going to see him more often than usual as of recent, and the man was so nice, he was a breath of fresh air, meeting with him was something that always put her in an uppity mood.

"What the fuck was that about, Kairo?" Kellan spat out the exact moment the females were out of earshot down the trail. I pressed my lips together into a hard line, completely ignoring my younger brother. "Don't you dare ignore me right now," Kellan growled, stepping into my path. "I have always really liked Nia. She is completely single now after what happened with that border warrior, and I think—" I shot up from the stone wall and got right into his face, my inner wolf baring its fangs. "You cannot have her, Kellan!"

Raw and alive. Nia was beside her, curled into the corner of the seat, headphones in, lost in her own world. The soft thump of bass from her playlist was barely audible, muffled by the cushion of her hoodie. Her fingers tapped idly against her thigh, in rhythm with the music until she suddenly paused, straightening up. The SUV had veered off what looked like the last trace of a proper road and was now crawling along a narrow, bush-covered path. The trees pressed in tighter here, and the branches above formed a canopy that filtered the sunlight into ethereal streams, casting flickering patterns onto the dashboard.

"Just perform your hit territory single, 'Alpha Instinct.'" Nia teeters right on the edge of a total mental breakdown. That hit record belonged to an entirely different rogue singer—released under Nia's celebrity name after his ascent to media fame, purely for mafia profit. His entire musical reputation was built on total fabrication, every past performance merely elaborate lip-syncing behind a microphone. The prospect of singing live before countless critical wolves spelled certain catastrophe for his career. Oblivious to his deep distress, Haley beams with satisfaction and barks to the technicians, "Cue Nia's backing track right now!"

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

But then when she saw our smiling faces, her hesitation gave away as she started to sing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran. It was a good song, and Nia’s voice was not too bad. I rested my head on Alessio’s shoulder as we all listened to Nia sing while drinking sips from the beer and eating tidbits of food. Alessio’s head bent several times, kissing my cheeks, my neck briefly a couple of times as the song continued. When the song came to an end, we all clapped loudly for her with words of cheering. Nia was shy but now was full blown grinning, “I can sing better than this. Maybe next time I will try a better one!”

I parked two streets away, pulled a black mask over the lower half of my face, and kept my head down. * The whole country adores me. I’m their idol. Their star. The woman who told them love could be safe. I could not afford a single photograph of my swollen eyes or the cut on my forehead or their usual fancy greeting….. Naxi was private enough that the staff knew better than to stare. I spotted Nina at a corner table, already nursing a glass of tequila, her shoulders were shaking. When she looked up, her eyes were red. I hurried over. “Nia… why are you crying?” I demanded, sliding into the seat across from her. “Don’t tell me it’s because you aren’t married…… again.”

Nic laughed, "okay . Now we know who to consult when we want to check out Germany... and yes about that, we kinda decided that you'll take the first solo." My eyes shot wide open, "when was that decided without my permission?" "We voted... well Meagan suggested you do that Hallucinations solo you did.... you'll be amazing and it will be fucken up there.. we need that.." I turned to Meagan and she smiled, "the team needs that..."

"If they're elite…won't it be almost impossible for us to get in?" Niana nodded her head, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I know, but nothing is impossible unless you try it! I have to find a way to get to someone who can get us those invites!" As Niana shared her plans and her determination to gain entry into this enigmatic group, I couldn't help but admire her ambition. Niana seemed like someone who would chase after her dreams and desires with unwavering determination. Her confidence was infectious, and I found myself drawn to her enthusiasm.

She held the paper and saw the number and blushed and smiled. Nia moved to Nova Scotia with Sydney because she didn’t want her friend to be alone. She worked at a bookstore. The bookstore was close to the cafe. Ever since Nia started working on the book store more Alphas came into the store. Some of the Alphas were there to buy a book and talked to her while the rest just came in to ask her out on a date. She would always decline their offer but that didn’t stop them from trying again and again.