The Awakening Kate Chopin Novels & Stories

The Awakening Far below the earth, deeper than miners had ever dug and older than the hills themselves, something stirred. At first, it was only a tremor, a shifting of ancient stone. Water dripped into the silence, each drop echoing like a heartbeat. Then a pair of eyes opened. Molten gold, burning with hunger. Another pair. And another. Three sets of eyes glowed in the darkness. Smoke curled from nostrils, carrying the stench of sulfur. A body unfurled—lion’s haunches, serpent’s tail, goat’s head twisted with scars of ages past. A nightmare stitched together by gods and forgotten by men.

My senses are immediately assaulted with both an amazing smell and Wyatt’s bare chest. Without thinking, I shut the door and, for some reason, I lock it. With my eyes locked on Wyatt, as he is squirms around on the bed, I can’t control myself as my feet immediately start moving towards him. The closer I get, the more that alluring smell of lilacs fills my nose and begins to overpower my senses. It is as though I’m being pulled to him.

I stayed in the back not listening to any of that eww. We needed to hurry once shifted back; I felt like Cinderella trying to get home before midnight. Her case was being discovered, mine was not having sex with my mate out in the open. I was told mating was a gift to wolves as to make certain more pups were born. Remind me next time to discuss the error of that thought with the Moon Goddess.

The awakening was difficult. My head ached, my throat itched, my heart was lousy and, frankly, my conscience tormented me in front of Martha. There was only one desire - to wash! Scrub the skin with a washcloth to redness, wash off the sticky coating of all the emotions experienced during the day. The room was plunged into evening twilight, there was silence. From the street came the voice of Martha, talking to someone. Somehow she braided her hair and left the house.

Alternating pov: Dawn had barely touched the horizon when the pain woke me—sharp, rolling, electric. My whole body trembled, skin too tight, bones burning. I gasped and clutched the blankets, trying not to scream. The door flew open. “Sera.” Kade was already at my side, dropping to his knees. He must have been waiting. Watching. Ready. “It’s starting,” I breathed, voice shaking. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He swept me into his arms, holding me like I weighed nothing.

What if, in unraveling those old scrolls, he uncovered truths that were better left buried? The water kept its gentle murmurings, calming yet persistent. There was a bond forming in the invisible space between us—a growing connection both drawing me in and weighing me down. It spoke to my heart, echoing fears I dared not voice. I worried for my sisters, their absence like a shadow over my soul, heavy and overwhelming. They had always been my guiding light, and now, their silence felt like a prison I couldn’t endure. Was it my awakening that broke that thread? Had I attracted forces far darker than I understood?

I lick my lip to try and feel out what's so wrong, only to find teeth sharp and long, and a sensation of fur around the edges. I wolfed. I’m a wolf, and I shake it off, shake my head to bring my sight back to clear and fuzz-free, so I can turn and see the others around me. A weird movement that’s ungraceful and dog-like, that knocks me off balance. Nearby, a smaller wolf sits and looks at its paws, as I was, yet it glows too. Blue and surreal, as though the moon has rolled down to illuminate us with her touch, and it’s eerily pretty. Something I have never seen before at an Awakening. They don’t seem to be in pain anymore, either, and I wonder if the worst has passed. None of them is crying

"You're not fit to be my Luna." That's what my mate said before he rejected me for my own best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I was sold off as a bride to the most ruthless Alpha alive. Asher hates weakness and I'm wolfless, the weakest omega he's ever seen. He should have sent me away. Instead, he trains me, fights for me, and claims me as his own. But the closer I get to him, the more my past comes back to haunt me; dreams of a palace I've never seen, a mother I never knew, a power I can't explain. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. And the truth about who I really am might just end the world and put the man I love in danger.

Outside, the world lay deserted. Shortly after, the cock buried inside me seemed to get hard again. It gradually became larger, bringing my thoughts back to reality. Julian grabbed my waist and turned me over. "Again?" I whispered as I felt my insides already throbbing with excitement. Just then, there was an impatient knock on the door.

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.