The Crux Novels & Stories

Chloe shot me a triumphant, taunting look. She knew Zephyr would throw me to the wolves. She knew my Alpha would protect her, leaving her completely unscathed. Of course I didn’t want to pay for her stupidity. But Zephyr suddenly leaned in, his hot breath brushing against the back of my neck. His voice was a low, commanding whisper. “Crush a crystal.” My mind drifted back ten years. When our wolves first recognized each other as fated mates, his pack was nothing, a footnote in the werewolf world.

The air in the uncompleted building was thick with the scent of dust and raw, unfiltered desire. I stood in the shadows, my breath hitching as I watched them. Ajayi’s legs were spread wide, her fingers moving with a frantic, rhythmic intensity as she touched herself. Every moan that escaped her lips felt like a needle against my skin.

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.

--- 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.

Seeing the crystal call that he had been dreading, After hesitating for a moment, Alexander still accepted the connection. Selena on the other end of the call was as coy as ever: 'Alexander, you promised to take me as your Luna, why haven't you contacted me these days? Do you know that my wolf spirit really misses yours! ' Alexander once liked her flirtatious words the most, but now they sound so disgusting, He resisted the urge to tear out her throat and replied to her in a deep growl: 'It counts, wait for me at the sacred grounds. '

’ 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.

He lifted a hand slightly. “Zeus. Come.” It was not a request or order but final. Knox and Aurellia fell silent behind us as Crux turned and walked toward another doorway. I followed, every muscle tight, every instinct warning me that whatever came next wouldn’t be easy. The moment he stepped inside, Crux did something rare. He sat down, legs crossed. It was such a controlled, deliberate gesture that my entire spine tensed. Crux only sat when he had made a decision that couldn’t be undone.