Novels by Dhunnie

Lucian's POVThe air in the medical center felt heavy with anticipation as I awaited Dr. Eira's update on Calla's condition. Her hesitant expression did not escape my notice, and a knot formed in my stomach. I couldn't help but fear that there was more to this than exhaustion and shock.As Dr. Eira approached me, her eyes filled with sympathy, my heart sank. The mere look on her face was enough to confirm my worst fears. I braced myself for the blow, knowing that whatever she was about to say would shatter the fragile hope that had clung to my heart."Alpha Lucian," she began gently, her voice laced with compassion, "during our examination, we discovered that there is no longer a fetus in Calla's womb."Shock reverberated through my entire being, as if the ground had been ripped from beneath my feet. The room spun around me, and I struggled to find my balance. I felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving me gasping for breath.Pain washed over me, raw and consumin

Calla's POVMy heart raced as the blaring alarms filled the air, shattering the peaceful atmosphere that had enveloped the pack mansion. Chaos erupted as pack members scurried in every direction, their worried voices blending into a cacophony of fear and urgency. I knew something was terribly wrong.Determined to find answers, I reached for my phone and dialed one of the running workers. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I anxiously waited for the call to connect. Finally, a trembling voice came through the line."Madam, there's trouble," the worker stammered. "Unknown forces are approaching the mansion. We don't know who they are or what they want."My heart sank at the news. It seemed like danger always lurked just beyond the borders of our sanctuary. But we were prepared. We had trained tirelessly, equipped ourselves with advanced technology, and built a formidable army to defend our pack.With a steady hand, I dialed a number on a land phone nearby, alerting our army and urging t

Calla's POV The next day, a surge of excitement coursed through my veins as I prepared for another day of training. After completing my morning routine, I quickly donned my training attire and made my way to the dojo, eager to put theory into action. With each step, I could feel the anticipation building within me. As I entered the dojo, my eyes widened in awe at the sight before me. Elara had already set up a series of moving mechanical dummies, their sleek metallic frames ready to test my skills and resilience. The air was charged with energy, and I could sense the challenge that lay ahead. Elara greeted me with a knowing smile, her presence radiating a mix of serenity and anticipation. She explained that today's training would involve facing off against the dummies and that my objective was to destroy them. It was a thrilling prospect, a chance to put my training to the test and witness firsthand the progress I had made. Eager to prove myself, I wasted no time in positioning mys

Calla's POVAs Elara and I stood side by side in the dojo room, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. With a focused gaze, she began to enlighten me about the intricacies of martial arts, pointing out the vulnerable parts of the human body and sharing her knowledge on strategy and technique.Elara's voice carried a calm yet authoritative tone as she delved into the theoretical aspects of combat. She gestured towards the various parts of her own body, explaining their significance in martial arts. Her words resonated with a deep understanding and experience, instilling within me a sense of reverence for the ancient art form.She started with the head, emphasizing the vulnerability of the eyes, nose, and throat. She explained how a well-placed strike to these areas could disorient or incapacitate an opponent. Elara stressed the importance of accuracy and precision in targeting these vulnerable points, as they could be the key to gaining an upper hand in a fight.Moving down the

At the other side of the continent......Axel's POVAs I stood before the mirror, my fingers traced the jagged scar that marred my face. The reminder of the fierce battle with Lucian stirred a tempest of emotions within me. Anger, frustration, and an insatiable thirst for revenge swirled in the depths of my being.I was consumed by the memory of that fateful encounter, where the flames of our rivalry ignited into a blazing inferno. Lucian had proven himself to be a formidable opponent, matching my every move with uncanny skill and unwavering determination. The scar on my face was a constant reminder of his strength, a reminder that fueled the fire of my fury.Lost in my thoughts, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder, and I turned to see her—my mate, once a close friend of Calla's. Her eyes, filled with concern, searched mine for answers. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, seeking solace in the bond we shared."What troubles you, Axel?" she asked, her voice filled with gen

Calla's POVAs I left the office after the meeting with Alpha Roland, my mind was filled with a mix of emotions. The weight of the information he had shared with me lingered heavily on my thoughts. I knew I had to relay this news to Lucian, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation and concern.I made my way back to our room, the familiar hallways of the pack house seeming strangely quiet and somber. The gravity of the situation weighed on me, and my footsteps felt heavier with each passing moment. How would I tell Lucian about the escalating war, the involvement of human forces, and the imminent danger our pack faced?As I opened the door to our room, I found Lucian waiting inside, his expression serious and resolute. The sight of him deep in thought only heightened my apprehension. Before I could utter a word, he spoke, his voice steady yet filled with determination."Calla, Alpha Darwin and I, along with the military, have decided to station ourselves against the impendin