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

Athena's POVI lie on the thin mattress, keeping my eyes closed and my breathing slow as the footsteps approach my cell.The drug has lost most of its hold on me, and I am fully awake.The footsteps stop outside my door.A moment later, the lock scrapes, and the metal door swings open.A rotten stench floods the cell, making my stomach twist. Mutts smell worse than ordinary rogues. Their scent is a foul mixture of sweat, decay, and something so rancid that I have to fight the urge to wrinkle my nose.I force myself to remain motionless.The door closes behind them, and heavy boots scrape against the floor as someone approaches. I hear a low chuckle, followed by the sound of a man crouching beside the mattress.Then a rough hand clamps around my face.His fingers dig painfully into my cheeks, and before I can prepare myself, his palm connects with my face in a hard slap. My head snaps to the side, and pain shoots through my jaw.For one vicious instant, my wolf surges forward, ready to

Athena's POVThe drug is slowly losing its hold on me.I can feel it in the gradual return of my strength, in the way my limbs no longer feel quite so heavy and my thoughts are beginning to clear. The dizziness still comes in waves, and a dull ache lingers at the back of my head, but I can finally move without feeling as though my body is fighting against me.I push myself away from the cell door and take a few careful steps toward the wall. My legs threaten to give way, forcing me to catch myself against the cold stone. I grit my teeth and wait for the weakness to pass.I have no idea how long they intend to keep me here, and I cannot afford to waste the time I have.Augustus is somewhere in this place.The thought sends a fresh surge of anger through me. I remember the faint feeling that reached me earlier, that brief, almost imperceptible tug at something deep inside me. It had been so weak that I couldn't tell whether it was truly my pup or simply my desperation making me imagine

Athena's POVConsciousness returns in pieces.The first thing I feel is pain.It spreads through my body in dull, throbbing waves, beginning somewhere around my ribs and reaching my shoulders, my back, and the side of my neck. My head feels heavy, and when I try to open my eyes, the smallest movement sends a sharp ache through my temples.I keep them closed.Something is moving beneath me.For a moment, I cannot tell whether I am being carried or dragged. My body sways with every step, and the arms holding me shift whenever the people carrying me change direction. The air smells of damp earth, wet leaves, and something sour that reminds me of old blood.Then I hear voices.“She's waking up.”A hand grips my arm.“Doesn't matter. The dose should keep her weak for a while.”Dose.My fingers curl against my palm.The memory returns in flashes. The fight. The mutts. The sharp prick against my neck.I nearly curse.Whatever they injected into me is still working through my body, leaving my

Athena’s POVI smell them before I see them.The scent hits me with a shift in the wind, wrong in the particular way unfamiliar wolves smell when they have no business being here. There is the usual trace of rogues, sharp and unpleasant, with something else beneath it. Something chemical and unnatural that makes my wolf bare her teeth before my eyes even find them.Mutts.They found me faster than I expected.Good.I stop running and turn toward the scent. Seven wolves emerge from the trees ahead, spreading out as they approach. They move in coordination, each one watching a different angle, their positions arranged to keep me from slipping past them. This is nothing like the chaotic charge of desperate rogues. They have planned it.They think they can stop me.A growl rips from my throat, and I surge forward.The first wolf lunges. I drop beneath his attack and drive upward under his jaw, sending him crashing sideways into a tree. Before he can recover, I turn toward the second, who

Athena’s POVAugustus.Augustus.His name echoes inside my head with every beat of my heart, drowning out everything around me.I failed him.The thought cuts through me as I race between the trees, my paws striking the earth beneath me. I failed to protect my pup. I promised him I would keep him safe, and now he is somewhere out there, away from me, surrounded by people who have no right to touch him.I remember the first time I held him in my arms. He was so small that I could cradle his entire body against my chest. His tiny fingers curled around mine, and I remember looking down at his face and making a promise I knew I would spend the rest of my life keeping. It was the one promise I could never afford to break.No matter what happened, I would protect him.I would keep him safe from everything that could hurt him.I would always be there when he needed me.Now I cannot even hold him.A painful growl rises from my chest, and I push myself harder, racing through the forest as thou

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

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.