Novels by ambivertgirl

AlexeiThe wind slaps against my face as I cut through the trees, my paws tearing up the dirt. Branches whip past, the cold air stings, but I barely notice. My muscles are burning in the way I like. It’s the kind of pain that usually drowns everything else out.Usually.But not tonight.I run faster. Harder. Like I can outrun the weight sitting on my chest. Like I can leave it behind if I just push a little more.But it stays.Right there.Heavy and dull.The moon’s glowing above, full and bright, drenching the forest in that pale silver light. This should feel like freedom. It always does. Just me, my wolf, the trees, the wind, nothing else.But tonight, something's different. Off.And then her name just... slips in.Stella.That name still has the power to claw my heart out of my chest.Before I know it, my wolf veers off the trail. Not where the rest of the pack is headed. Not into the heart of the forest. He’s pulling us somewhere else.The forest slightly thins out, and it takes

Alexei The ballroom gets too loud all of a sudden. Or maybe it’s not the sound. Maybe it’s the way my wolf keeps pacing inside me, claws out, teeth bared, like he’s seconds away from snapping. I don’t wait. I slip past the other guests, through one of the open side doors and into the cool night. The air hits me like a splash of cold water. I drag in a breath and let it fill my lungs, slow and deep. Better. But not enough. I move a little further, past the edge of the courtyard, into the shadows where I don’t feel eyes on me. Where I don’t have to pretend like I’m fine. Because I’m not. My wolf is restless. Not just jittery, not just excited from the moon. It’s deeper than that. Rawer. Like something’s missing and he can’t bear it anymore. Like if I don’t shift and run, he’ll tear his way out just to breathe. I press my palm to my chest. He wants his mate. He wants Stella. And the worst part? So do I. I press my eyes shut. It’s stupid. It’s been a while. I should’ve learned

AlexeiAs if she feels my gaze, she suddenly looks up... right at me.It’s not slow or shy. It’s instant. Like she knew exactly where to look.Our eyes meet for just a breath, maybe two. She blinks, once. Then I see it, her eyes narrow a little. Not angry. Not confused either. More like… she’s trying to figure who I am.Klaus is saying something to her, standing close, clearly talking about something serious, but before he notices where her attention has gone, she turns away from me and looks back at him.Just like that, it’s over.A split-second stare between two strangers in a room full of wolves.It should feel awkward. Should make me look away in embarrassment for getting caught staring like a clueless teen. But it doesn’t. I don’t feel awkward. I don’t feel weird. I don’t even look away.I just feel… intrigued.That one look didn’t answer anything, it only pulled me deeper into the question. Who the hell is she? Why did that brief eye contact feel more solid than half the convers

AlexeiGold accents catch the light from a massive chandelier that looks like it belongs in a royal palace. Tables are set up around the edges with crystal glasses and too many forks. The floor gleams, polished so bright it almost reflects your thoughts, while the soft music drifts through the room.The suit I’d originally picked out? Yeah, it wouldn’t have cut it.Not that I really care about impressing anyone, but being Beta means more than just standing behind my Alpha. I carry our pack’s image on my shoulders too. Eyes are always on us when we’re off our land. Every move, every word, every damn wrinkle in my jacket, people take it all in.Sophia knew that. That’s probably why she showed up with that tux, smug as hell like she’d seen this moment coming before I even thought about it.And fine. I’ll admit it. I’m glad I wore it.However, this whole Full Moon Ball thing still feels a little strange to me. Because sooner or later, we’ll shift and go for a run in the woods like the wild

AlexeiI’m half-dressed and standing in front of the mirror, towel hanging from my neck, shirt unbuttoned, hair still damp from the shower. The bathroom’s steamed up, so I crack the window to let some of the heat out while I run a hand through my hair to push it back.There’s a black shirt and dark slacks lying on the bed. Nothing fancy, but clean and sharp. It’s comfortable, and I don’t feel like putting more effort into tonight than I already have. It’s just another event, another pack, another bunch of strangers I’ll probably never see again.Still, I’m not rushing. My wolf’s a little twitchy, pacing in the back of my mind like he doesn’t know what he wants. I try to ignore him, focusing instead on rolling my sleeves just right when I hear the knock at the door.Not loud. Just a soft, familiar rhythm.I know it’s her before I even reach for the handle.When I open the door, Sophia stands there holding a garment bag, her lips pulled into a tight, knowing smile.I lean against the fra

Alexei I sit on the couch in Mikhail and Sophia’s room, one ankle resting on my knee, arms stretched along the backrest. Mikhail’s in the shower while Sophia’s checking in with the pups. I look around th room and take in everything. The place is nice. Big windows, elegant furniture, too many pillows on the bed. My own room isn’t anything less than this. If you ask me, it’s far too big for one person, but I guess all the guest rooms are designed the same way. Big, luxurious, clean. But still… there’s a kind of warmth in it. You can feel it in the colors, in the little details, like someone actually cared enough to turn this into more than just a guest space. Like someone tried to make sure it feels like home. However, my mind is not on these things... it is on something else. Everything here looks perfect. Feels polished. Everyone we met was kind, welcoming. Nothing out of place. Except one thing. That empty chair at the dinner table. I lean forward, elbows on my knees, fing

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.