The Way Back Novel Novels & Stories

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.

Not the rushed departure, but the inevitable return. He was back. Dread, cold and paralyzing, flooded my veins, turning my limbs to lead. It warred violently with a surge of pure, incandescent fury that burned through the numbness, leaving my skin prickling. The humiliation, the abandonment, the echo of “Get out", they coalesced into a white-hot coal in my chest. He. Was. Back. “Naomi…” The whisper was barely audible, strangled. “He’s here.”

"Mommy, these are delicious! Did Grandma make them for me?" I held back my tears and smiled as I took in Aria's innocent smile. "Grandma made them just for you, Aria. Everybody loves you so much, so you need to hurry and get better soon…" … The next day, I brought Aria and discreetly moved back to my parents' place while no one was at home. Aria might be young, but she was very perceptive. I worried that she might soon detect the malicious intent Elias, Gabriel, and Rhonda harbored toward her if we stayed there any longer.

"Some say he might have gone back to New York." I was silent for a moment. "I understand." After hanging up, Alessandro looked at me with concern. "Do we need to increase security at the estate?" "No need." I stood up. "Prepare yourself. I'm going back to New York." "Now? But..." "The debt I'm owed," my voice was calm, "should eventually be collected." Three days later, a Rolls-Royce drove into the New York streets. Having only been gone for just over two months, this city felt foreign to me.

“Kathy… she’s safe, isn’t she? You’ve been hiding this from me! Tell me! Now!” Linda’s heart softened. She spoke gently. “It was her choice. She didn’t want to disrupt your life with Cadence. She didn’t go northwest. She went south, to Socalli City, to seek her family.” "Russ… Kathy has let you go. Since your heart lies with another, let this end. Don’t interfere with her new life. Your paths have diverged; treat her as a stranger from now on. If you have chosen Cadence, then be true to her. To break this engagement now would be a humiliation she could never endure.”

Time was the one thing he couldn't buy, and it was running out. Across the city, in a dimly lit office that smelled of stale coffee and old paper, Tina sat alone. Documents were spread across her desk in a chaotic mosaic: printed files, bank records, and fragments of a past that the Tremonts had paid dearly to bury. Her fingers moved slowly across the pages, tracing the lines of text with predatory precision. She wasn't rushing. She was savoring the hunt.

My dad had been a fan of what I’ve grown into, and he granted me a long vacation after an important smuggling cover job. Italy’s sunny days turned into an overcast drizzle in New York after many hours of the flight. As I landed, Alice and a bunch of my old American friends decided that they were throwing a party for my return. Champagne, cocktails, American junk food, a penthouse at my favorite mansion, they said, “Girl, you’re going to be spoiled so bad you never want to go back to Italy again.” That’s a good time, alright. We were laughing, drinking, dancing, talking to strangers, flirting with admirers and enjoying ourselves. Until Cicio Russo showed up.

Engines roared to life, filling the quiet evening with a rumble that echoed in my ears, a reminder that they were heading into unknown danger. As the convoy of vehicles disappeared down the long driveway, my heart pounded harder. My hand instinctively flew to my chest, clutching it as if I could somehow steady its frantic rhythm. The anxiety I tried to push away earlier now overwhelmed me, and it was all I could do to remain calm. Hours stretched into what felt like an eternity, and when they finally returned, something about them was different. They hadn’t come back the same as they had left. Many were wounded—deep cuts and bruises marking their skin. Some had been stationed at the borders,

My life with Liam used to be peaceful and happy until his childhood friend Eva came back. She was supposed to be another Alpha's Luna from a different pack, and we were supposed to have nothing to do with each other. But not long ago, her Alpha died in a pack war. She returned to the pack and forced her way into our lives under the Beta title Liam had granted her as an exception. At first, Liam showed no particular reaction to her arrival. Or at least it seemed that way on the surface. Until the two of them started spending more time together over pack matters. Until Liam became a rare presence at night. Until after Liam found out I was pregnant and gave me that so-called prenatal medicine.

He holed up at home, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Jacob supported me as we stood there, his gaze at Timothy cold and unyielding. Timothy's eyes then fell on my slightly rounded belly, shock evident in his expression. "Lena, you..." I nodded slightly, keeping my tone composed. "Hello, Mr. Lewis." The formality of calling him "Mr. Lewis" put an end to any connection between us. He shook his head smiling bitterly. He knew that we could never go back to how things were. - Christopher's life ended quickly. He was buried in the same cemetery as Mia. When I visited Mia's grave, I saw Timothy again.