Under The Oak Tree Novel Amazon Novels & Stories

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .

June arrived with heat and humidity. The kind of weather that made you want to sit still and do nothing. Catherine said the garden loved it. Doris said the garden was welcome to it. Maple dug a hole under the porch and refused to come out. Marmalade sat on the porch railing and watched the world with lazy eyes. I sat on the swing. The oak tree gave shade. A breeze moved through the leaves. I had my laptop open. The novel was published. The Secret Billionaire I Married. My name on the cover. My story inside.

Amelia's POV As I made my way through the forest, the familiar sight of the towering oak tree greeted me like an old friend. Its gnarled branches reached out to me, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor as if beckoning me closer. With each step, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoed through the tranquil air, a comforting melody that soothed my restless soul. The canopy above filtered the sunlight into a dappled mosaic of light and shadow, casting a sense of enchantment over the secluded grove where the ancient oak stood sentinel.

It was old, its leather cover cracked and worn, with no title on the spine. Curious, I pulled it from the shelf and opened it, the pages brittle beneath my fingertips. As I turned the pages, I realized this wasn’t just any book. It was a journal—filled with the scrawled notes and observations of someone long gone. The handwriting was messy, the ink faded, but the words were clear enough to make out. The hidden chamber lies beneath the roots of the ancient oak, where the first Alpha of Silverwood made his vow. My breath caught in my throat. The ancient oak—that was the tree near the edge of our territory, the one that had stood for centuries, long before the pack was even founded. I’d always