Novels by ambivertgirl

Oh. My. God.I genuinely do not know how to start this, because how do you sum up 1.1 million words in a few paragraphs? How do you compress sleepless nights, tears that came out of nowhere while writing a single sentence, and the kind of joy that made me want to message every one of you at 2am just to say did you SEE that scene? (Yeah, see... because I envision every scene and play it like a movie in my mind... he.he.he)I can't believe we're here. The end of Blind Alpha series.Thank you. Truly, completely, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for reading. For commenting. For all the gifts, and gems. For yelling at me in the comments when I was unable to publish a chapter or wrote a short chapter. For sitting with these characters the way I sat with them, for loving them messily and completely the way I needed you to. This story would not be what it is without you on the other side of the screen, turning the page, waiting for the next update.I am overwhelmed. I don't have a more a

JuneSeven years laterSome wishes, when they come true, surprise you not by failing but by becoming so much more than you knew how to want.I stand at the kitchen sink washing the last of the prep dishes, looking out the window at the green that stretches beyond the glass in every direction. The land is thick and unhurried this morning, the way it always is, trees at the far edge of the property moving slightly in the breeze, the grass still holding the damp of last night. Somewhere out there our wolves have worn soft paths through the undergrowth from years of running, and I know every one of those paths by heart now the way I know the layout of every room in this house, by feel, without having to think.I always hoped for a place that was mine.That was the wish, the one I carried so quietly for so long that I stopped calling it a wish and started calling it just something I accepted I would probably never have. A place to belong. A place that recognized me when I walked through th

JuneSophia and Aurora are debating my hair with the particular conviction of two people who both know they are right and have no intention of conceding, their hands moving expressively while they talk over each other.Anastasia is sitting near the window watching them with the calm amusement of someone who has seen this exact dynamic before and already knows how it ends. Rose has decided that today she is my personal assistant, which currently means she is standing very close to me holding a bud of rose she selected herself and waiting for someone to tell her where it goes.Reed has wedged himself into the corner of the settee with a very serious expression, something that seems foreign on a four years old yet on him it seems natural, having appointed himself guardian of the room like he believes he needs to protect everyone. Kane and Astrid, are just being themselves and completely unbothered playing their own made up game, sitting on the floor near Elise, one on each side of her.E

CalebThe sky above us is the most extraordinary thing I have ever seen.Not blue exactly. Not any single color. It shifts between shades that do not have names, moving the way the surface of water moves when light hits it from an angle, and I can look directly at it without it hurting my eyes. That is the strangest part. There is no squinting, no burning, no need to look away. Just this vast brilliant canopy above us that seems to go on forever and somehow feels like it is only for us.June's head is on my shoulder.I can feel the weight of it, the particular way she settles against me when she has decided she is comfortable and has no intention of moving, and my arm is around her and the grass beneath us is not quite grass, softer than grass, more like the idea of grass, like someone described it perfectly without ever having touched it. Everything here is like that. The right feeling of things without the exact substance of them.Everything feels the way things are supposed to feel

CalebAwareness comes back slowly, in layers, the way it does when the body has been somewhere very far away and is not entirely sure it made it back.The first thing I feel is her hand.I do not know how long I have been holding it. My fingers are wrapped around hers and I feel it before I feel anything else, before I feel the floor under me or the sounds in the room or the weight of my own body, I feel her hand in mine and I feel how cold it is. How clammy. The pulse underneath her skin is barely there, a faint flicker that I have to press my fingers close to catch at all, and her chest is rising and falling in the particular slow shallow way that tells me every breath is costing her something she does not have left to spend.June.The thought arrives before I am fully conscious and it is the only thought there is.I open my eyes.The room rushes in all at once, light and sound and the faces of people I love arranged around me with expressions I do not want to read too carefully bec

SohpiaI hold Caleb's hand in both of mine and I take a breath that I try to make slow and even, and then I close my eyes and I call my darkness forward.It comes the way it always comes, not rushing, not violent, just rising, the way water rises in a room with no drain, filling the space inside me from the bottom up until I can feel it pressing against the inside of my ribs and the back of my eyes and the palms of my hands where they are wrapped around my brother's. It is cold. It is always cold. I have never found a way to make that part different and I stopped trying a long time ago. The cold is part of it. The cold is how I know it is real.I do not hate this part of myself.This is also mine. It grew inside me the same way my healing did, without asking permission, and I cannot hate something that is simply part of the shape of me. I have made peace with it.What I have not made peace with is the price.There is always a price. That is the one constant of every blessing I have ev

Dimitri’s POVI am deep in the forest when I hear her.My wolf catches her scent before my mind fully registers her presence. Recognition follows immediately. I have known this wolf for years, long enough to recognize her even among hundreds of others.Gemma.Her wolf emerges between the trees, moving toward me with an urgency that seems almost convincing. Before she reaches me, she shifts back into human form. Her expression arranged into one of concern, though something beneath it tells a different story.I watch her without moving."I heard about Augustus," she says, her voice carrying the urgency of someone desperate to be helpful. "I couldn't stop myself from coming to find you."I say nothing.There are search teams scattered throughout the forest, and every minute I spend away from the trail is a minute I could have spent looking for my son. I have already searched this section twice, following every scent that might lead me to him. So far, I have found nothing.Gemma steps clo

Dimitri’s POVThe Silverwater pack is already preparing for what feels like a war when we reach the main grounds.The entire pack has shifted into action. Warriors move between vehicles, loading supplies, checking weapons, and making sure every search team has what it needs. Trackers gather around maps, marking roads and forest paths while others prepare equipment for the search.This is something I have noticed about Silverwater. They never rely on their wolves alone. They use every available tactic and technique to gain an advantage over their enemies. Their strength lies in how they combine their instincts with planning, intelligence, and the right equipment. They understand that winning a fight often begins long before the first blow is struck.Trackers gather around maps, studying the roads and forest paths leading away from the pack. Additional warriors are assigned to different groups while others prepare vehicles for the search.Asher does not waste a single moment.He sends t

Dimitri's POVAthena blinks.Her eyes travel down to my arms wrapped around her.For a second, she simply stares at them as if she has only just realized I am holding her. Then she reaches down, unwraps my arms from around her, and pushes herself upright.I follow her immediately.My arms remain slightly extended, ready to catch her if her legs give way again, but I keep them from touching her.She takes a few steps forward.I watch her carefully.A cold wave washes over her.I can see it happen.Every emotion in her face disappears.Her breathing remains calm. Her posture straightens. Her expression becomes quiet and unreadable, as if she has shut a door inside herself.She lifts her eyes.The red hue in them looks completely out of place against her calm face.My jaw ticks.I do not need an explanation.Neither does my wolf.We both know what those red eyes mean.She has gone feral.For a pack wolf, there are few things as dangerous as losing that connection to the part of yourself

Dimitri's POVWe are through the doors before the howl finishes.The afternoon air hits us immediately, humid and warm, and I follow the sound without thinking because my wolf has already taken over the navigation. My mind is simply along for the ride.Reese is behind me.Several other Alphas have followed from the conference hall, drawn by the power in that howl the way wolves are always drawn toward something that carries that much force.The sound comes again.It is closer now.Fierce.Raw.My wolf pushes harder.I follow.We cross the grounds quickly, moving toward the edge of the packhouse where the trees begin.Then I see her.Athena.She is in wolf form.Large for a she-wolf, which I already know, but seeing her now is different from anything I witnessed during the training week. Her dark fur is matted with dirt and blood. Some of it is hers. Most of it is not.There are deep cuts across her shoulder and along her side. One ear is torn near the edge, and a long scratch runs acr

Dimitri's POV The council summons arrives on a Thursday morning. I read it once, set it down, and call Carter into the office. He appears within two minutes, which tells me he has already seen a copy through his own channels. He has been waiting for me to read mine before saying anything. This is one of the things that makes Carter useful. He knows when information requires action and when it simply requires patience. "Alpha conference. Neutral territory. Three days," I say. "Reese and I have already begun coordinating," he says. "Reese will travel with you. I will stay and manage Blackridge while you are gone." I nod. This is the correct arrangement. Carter holds the pack with the same quiet efficiency he brings to everything. Blackridge will not miss a step while I am away. Reese travels well, and he knows how to read a room full of Alphas without making it obvious that he is reading it. There is also another reason I am comfortable taking Reese with me. He knows how to re

Dimitri's POV Days begin to pass after Athena leaves.At first, I tell myself I will get used to it.The pack returns to its usual routine. But I can feel the shift in them after Athena has left... as if the sun that rises in my pack is constantly covered with shadows.Life is going on.Patrols continue.Training continues.Meetings fill the hours.The threat from the mutts grows with every report that reaches Blackridge, and my attention is divided between protecting the territory and keeping track of everything happening along our borders.But there is one part of my day that does not change.I go to see Augustus.Usually at night.I choose that time because I know he needs me then.He is still young enough to need someone beside him when the day ends. I learned it myself during the week he stayed in Blackridge.I learned the way he settles when I hold him close.I learned the sounds he makes when he is tired.I learned how his little hand searches for something familiar when sleep

Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi

Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa

Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve

GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or

Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into

Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i

Samuel's POV Ten years later. That moment is still fresh in my mind when Ariana left me. How can you forget the moment when your everything was walking away from you? I wanted to beg her not to leave me and just give me one more chance, but something refrained me from doing so. This was the punishment which she had chosen for me. Therefore, even if it was killing me, I decided to accept my punishment. There's a hope in this punishment that when it ends, I will find my eternal happiness. Only I don't know when or if this punishment will ever come to an end. Numerous times, I broke down because the pain of bei

Ariana’s POV “Everyone is not lucky to get a second chance at love in their life, but I am one of those few people lucky people who found true love after losing their trust in love.” Samuel smiles softly, but the sadness in his eyes reveals his true feelings, “I fell in love for the first time it was with a wrong person, but when I found the right person, I was not able to cherish her the way I should have.” “I want to blame the circumstances. I want to blame the world for whatever wrong has happened in my life. But the truth is the only person to blame is me.” He clenches his jaws while he stares at the table, “Only if I had the courage to tell you everything from the beginning, then I would not have made you feel betrayed and hurt. Maybe we would still have been friends. But I was a coward, and now I am paying the price of my mistake.”

Ariana's POV Until now, I never realized how good it feels to take charge of your life. You feel so powerful. Whenever anything went wrong in my life that turned my life upside down, I always tried to put together my life again. Even now, I am doing the same. The only difference is that all the other times, I didn't want to, but I had to. But now, I want to get hold of my life and put together the pieces of my life for myself. I want to be in charge of my own happiness and destiny. I want to do this for myself and Justin. He deserves a sister who is stable in her life, not someone who is an emotional mess. I don't want the impact of my poor choices to reflect on him. So even though I have said many times, I will say it again; I will make ever

Ariana's POV Gathering snacks in my arms, I walk into the living with a wide grin on my face. Justin turns to me, adorning a similar grin, and rushes to help me carry the snacks. "Be careful." Turning around, Justin glances at me then he crawls inside our blanket fort. Rolling my eyes, I smile as I carefully enter Justin's fort. "Next time, we will make an even bigger fort," Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies.

Ariana's POV Max's fingers draw lazy patterns on my arm while keeping his arm wrapped around me. My head is resting on his chest, finding comfort in his strong heartbeat. He is alive, and he will be okay. We both lie in each other arms in silence. However, there is no awkwardness between us, just meaningful silence. Somewhere we both are at a loss for words. Maybe we do not know how to voice these newfound feelings. I feel him pressing a small kiss on the top of my head, which causes me to raise my head from his chest to glance at his face. His throat works as he swallows while blankly staring ahead. A moment later, his gaze flickers to me, and I watch a myriad of emotions passing through his face.

Ariana's POV There are rare moments in my life when I truly feel helpless, where the feeling of being useless dominates all my other emotions. This is one of those rare moments as I sit across Max with a stoic expression, probably because I feel too numb to react. The silence around us is heavy. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Its ticking reminds me of the ticking of a time bomb, and somewhere it is not far from the truth. Time. Is. Ticking. With each moment passing, I feel my chest constricting. All these feelings were too familiar, the vice-like grip clutching my chest, making each intake of breath difficult than the previous one.