The Crux Novels & Stories

Getting to the pack grounds, Crux sat at the head table in the open space, other pack members surrounded him in a big circle, they were here and probably excited to doom me. I locked eyes with Crux, his face lacked expression, he turned away, ignoring me, Lilith sat by his right hand. Antares stood at the center of the crowd, waiting. I dug my heels into the grounds, thrashing harder as they pulled me. “I have a mate, I have a mate” I screamed as I sighted the pack elders, Crux shot me a warning look but I ignored him, they stopped and looked at the elders for their verdict. “Continue, she'll say anything to get out of this” Crux ordered.

No one heard. “Stop fighting,” one of them grunted, hauling me off my feet like I weighed nothing. “Let me go, let me—” My words choked off when a gloved hand clamped over my mouth. The taste of leather filled my tongue. My lungs burned from the effort to breathe, and my legs kicked wildly against the air. Then I saw it. On the sleeve of one of the men—stitched in perfect gold thread—was the family crest. An eagle. Wings spread wide. Clutching a laurel wreath.

A week later.. 'Aah..!!', the grizzled woman halted, vigilantly resting her adept fingers on the thin material of the white gauze swaddled across the pallid complexion of 'slender as wand' figure, the pristine and etheral possession of the wealthy crown prince of svamgarh, also a victim of his brutality.

“Do you think I haven’t tried to tell her that?” “Um.” Great, she’d apparently opened her mouth and made words come out of it again. And now they were both staring at her, like lions eyeing up a gazelle across the Serengeti. “They didn’t seem very friendly.” “As I’m sure you’re aware,” murmured Finesilver, “Miss Crux forms complex relationships with those around her.” “I don’t know. She did sort of tell him to get cancer and die. That doesn’t strike me as super complex.”

--- Through the glass, she caught one last glimpse of him being led out — unbroken, eyes burning with quiet fury. For the first time, Cruz Holdings no longer belonged to its name. It belonged to the war that had just begun.

On the way back, the mother kept wiping tears in the back of the carrier. Alexander felt helpless and didn't know how to comfort her. But thinking of his mother's resolute look just now, he was also curious about what his mother was going to show him. The mother and son were silent all the way. Soon the carrier drove into the old den. There was a prey offering with moon candles blown out on the altar in the middle of the main chamber. Alexander knew that today was Diana's birth moon.

’ I put my nose back into place, and accepted the blanket, turning purple, as my body temperature was giving up, and Sister Ophelia walked me back to my room. I feel no pain. Not on the outside, at least. They call it CIP, or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain. I can break as many bones as I want, cut myself a thousand times, as deep as I want, but physical pain would never reach me. It was both a gift and a curse. If I got hurt badly, I wouldn’t feel it, and it could kill me. Clarissa hasn’t managed to do that yet, unfortunately.

They walk for a while, hand in hand, enjoying the fresh sea breeze flowing through their hair, cool water under their feet as they listen to the pleasant sound of waves crashing. "Crab cakes", Jontahan calls abruptly, halting in his steps. "Hm?" "Look, they're selling crab cakes there" "Um, so they put crabs in cakes?", Trisha voices cluelessly to which Jonathan turns at her with a blank stare. Trisha thinks the Alpha would stand staring at her endlessly so she opens her mouth to speak but gets interrupted. "Don't tell me you haven't had crab cakes in your entire life" "I mean, you could say that", Trisha answers, sheepishly, utterly puzzled.

At the beginning, she thought it's just a Crush but when she realises it's not just a Crush and she had fallen head over heels for him her life turns upside down . When he's her crush , she didn't expect anything from him. She just wished to admire him. But when they are in love , she expected him to pamper her , love her and respect her. Both are poles apart. He's an extrovert who mingles with anyone easily while she's even unable to mingle with his friends. He's not that possesive type , while she's extremely possessive on him . Amidst the differences in their nature , it's their love that kept them together. What happens when an incident changes everything? Will they end up together or fa