Novels by Unique

Chapter 120 KeithThe sun had risen, casting its warm rays upon the camp, but my heart remained shrouded in darkness. The one month I had given Evans to peacefully hand over power to Daniel had come to an end, and he had not complied. The time for diplomacy had passed, and now, I was left with no choice but to assert my authority with an iron fist.I gathered my most trusted advisors and strategists, outlining our next course of action. The tension in the air was palpable as we discussed the escalating situation. It was clear that Evans was not willing to relinquish his power peacefully, and his defiance would have severe consequences."Summon Jason," I commanded, my voice firm and resolute. "We need to prepare the recruits for action. This betrayal cannot go unanswered."As the orders were relayed, my mind raced with a mix of anger and disappointment. Jason, the hypocrite, had cunningly used my trust to sow the seeds of rebellion within the camp. He had manipulated the recruits, mol

Chapter 119JasonThe night was dark and moonless as I stood at the edge of the camp, watching Alpha Keith's departing figure fade into the distance. A mix of triumph and trepidation coursed through my veins. I had been patient, biding my time, and now the moment had come to set my plans in motion.Taking a deep breath, I turned my attention to the recruits. The time for secrecy was over. They had proven their loyalty to me, and now they would become the foundation of a new order. One that would reshape the destiny of our pack."Illustrious recruits," I called out, my voice carrying across the camp with an air of authority. "Gather round, for the time has come to reveal our true purpose."Curiosity and anticipation filled the air as the recruits formed a tight circle around me. Their eyes gleamed with fervor, their trust in me unyielding. I had molded them, shaped them into a force that would help me achieve my vision."I know you've all wondered about the secrecy, the hidden conversa

Chapter 118KeithThe night air was thick with anticipation as I made my way towards the recruitment camp. Davina's words lingered in my mind, her concerns gnawing at my resolve. I trusted Jason implicitly, but her persistent doubts had planted a seed of uncertainty within me. I had to see for myself, to ensure that everything was indeed under control.As I approached the camp, I could sense a shift in the atmosphere. The tension hung in the air, like a storm brewing on the horizon. The recruits moved about with an air of unease, their gazes darting around, avoiding my penetrating stare. It was as if they knew they were being watched.Jason, standing tall and commanding at the center of the camp, greeted me with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Alpha Keith, what brings you here tonight? We're in the midst of preparations."I returned his smile, though a flicker of doubt danced within me. "Just wanted to ensure everything is proceeding smoothly, Jason. The unity of our pack i

Chapter 117DavinaThe chilling wind cut through the air as I approached the recruitment camp. The distant sounds of hushed conversations and muffled laughter reached my ears, but there was an undertone of tension that made my heart skip a beat. Something was amiss, and I needed to find out what it was.As the Luna and wife of Alpha Keith, I had a responsibility to support him and protect our pack. Jason's recent behavior had raised my suspicions, and my instincts told me to investigate further. I had to ensure that our pack remained united and secure.As I entered the camp, the atmosphere grew tense. Whispers filled the air, and the recruits eyed me with suspicion. Their loyalty to Keith was evident, and my presence seemed to unsettle them. It was clear that Jason had successfully influenced their opinions, but I couldn't let that deter me from my mission.I approached a group of recruits, hoping to gather information discreetly. Their glances shifted nervously, their guarded express

Chapter 116Jason The study door swung open, and I entered with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Keith stood at his desk, his face etched with concern as he carefully penned his letter to Evans. This was my chance, my opportunity to help the true alpha retain his power and put an end to Keith's reign of hypocrisy.I observed Keith as he wrote, his quill gliding across the parchment, his words carrying the weight of his impending storm. His arrogance had always been his downfall, and I intended to exploit it to my advantage.While Keith paused to allow the ink to dry, I studied the letter from the corner of my eye, scanning the carefully chosen words. His determination to assert his authority was evident, but it would crumble under the weight of his own ego.Keith sealed the letter and turned his attention to me, a mixture of weariness and determination in his voice. "Jason, I need you to gather our forces immediately. Begin the process of recruiting new members and re

Chapter 115Keith I stood in my study, my face etched with concern as I penned the letter to Evans, the usurper. The ink flowed from my quill, forming words that carried the weight of an imminent storm. The fate of Davina's park hung in the balance, and I needed to assert my authority as the alpha of the neighboring park."My dearest Evans," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I write to you today with a heavy heart, but also with a steadfast determination to restore order and justice in the parklands. Your actions have disrupted the delicate balance we have striven to maintain for generations."I paused, allowing the ink to dry before continuing. It was important to convey my message clearly and assertively, leaving no room for misinterpretation."You have taken advantage of a tragic event to further your own ambitions, disregarding the wishes of the elders and the rightful successor, Daniel. Your attempt to seize power through force and manipulation is a grave offense."The quil

I walked into Ashford Tower at seven forty five on Monday morning, dressed in my sharpest navy suit and heels that clicked confidence against the marble lobby floor. I had rehearsed this moment all weekend, practiced my professional smile in the mirror, prepared myself to be calm and collected and completely in control.That confidence lasted exactly thirty seconds.Because when I stepped into the twenty first floor conference room, Dominic was already there.He stood at the windows overlooking Manhattan, hands in his pockets, looking like he owned not just this building but the entire city stretching out before him. The morning light caught the silver in his hair, made his profile look carved from stone. He wore a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my monthly salary, crisp white shirt, no tie yet. He looked different in daylight, sharper somehow, a man who carried empires on his shoulders and made it look easy.Then he turned and saw

The necklace felt like a brand against my skin as I stood outside Dominic’s penthouse at eight fifty seven. Three minutes early, but I couldn’t bring myself to knock yet. My reflection stared back at me from the polished brass of his door number, the Art Deco diamonds catching the hallway light, throwing tiny rainbows across my throat.I had changed clothes four times. Settled on a simple black dress that could pass for professional or personal depending on how you looked at it. My armor and my surrender all at once.At exactly nine, I knocked.The door opened almost immediately, like he had been waiting on the other side. Dominic stood there in dark slacks and a white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, no tie. He looked different without the full suit, more human somehow, but no less devastating.His eyes went straight to the necklace. Something dark and possessive flickered across his face before he locked it down.“You wore it,” he said quietly.“You told me to.”“I shouldn’t hav

CHAPTER FOURIt was Pitch day.I stood in the Martinez Architecture conference room at 7:45am, fifteen minutes early, wearing my best armor: a tailored black suit that I hoped said “take me seriously,” heels that added three inches to my height, and my hair pulled back in a sleek bun that meant business. My presentation was loaded and ready. My notes were organized.I could do this even if my hands were a little shaky.The conference room was all glass and steel, with a view of lower Manhattan that usually made me feel powerful just made me feel exposed. The presentation screen dominated one wall. A long table sat twelve people comfortably. By eight o’clock, it would be filled with the people who would decide my future.My father arrived at 7:50, coffee in hand, and pulled me into a quick hug. “Ready, mija?”“As I’ll ever be.”“You’ve got this. I’ve seen your work. It’s good.” He pulled back, his expression serious. “But I want you to know, whatever happens today, I’m proud of you. Fo

Chapter ThreeDay two of pitch prep, and I was drowning in research.The Martinez Architecture office was silent except for the hum of air conditioning and the occasional car horn from the street below. Everyone else had gone home hours ago,it was past midnight, the city lights glittering through the floor to ceiling windows like scattered diamonds.I’d been at this since dawn, and my eyes felt like sandpaper. The conference table in front of me was buried under blueprints, historical documents, renovation case studies, coffee cups in various stages of abandonment. I’d read everything I could find about Ashford Tower, studied every detail of its Art Deco glory, analyzed Marcus’s previous projects to anticipate his approach.He’d go modern. Sleek. Minimalist. All about efficiency and maximizing rentable square footage. I’d stake my degree on it.Which meant I needed to go the opposite direction.I turned back to the original 1929 blueprints, spreading them across the table under the ha

At 3am, I gave up on sleep.My phone glowed on the nightstand, taunting me. Three texts from James that I had ignored. Drink tomorrow? Come on, don’t be stubborn. I flew across the Atlantic for you. I should feel guilty. James was a good guy, handsome, successful, age appropriate and not my father’s best friend. Everything that made sense on paper. But sense had nothing to do with the way my heart still raced thinking about those five seconds in Dominic’s arms.Then I saw it. A text from an unknown number, time stamped at 2:47am. We need to talk. Not here. Not now. But soon. No signature, he knew I didn’t but I didn’t need one. I stared at the message until the screen went dark, my finger hovering over the keyboard. Part of me wanted to type back something reckless: Your place or mine? When? Why not now? But the rational part,the part that sounded alarmingly like my father,told me to delete it and go back to pretending.I locked my phone and set it face down.The problem wi

The terrace of my father’s Hamptons estate glittered with string lights and the kind of effortless wealth that never needed to announce itself. Two years. I had been gone for two years, and yet nothing had changed, it was the same elegant crowd, snobbish as always and looking for the latest gossip on whose husband was sleeping with who.Everything was exactly the same, except me.“Bella! Oh my God, you’re finally here!” Lily Chen rushed to my side in a flash of crimson, her dark eyes sparkling, she pulled me into a fierce hug. “Two years is too long. I’ve had to endure your father’s parties without you, and do you know how boring these people are when you’re not here to mock them with me?”I laughed, some of the tension in my shoulders easing. “I’ve missed you too.”“How was London? Did you become impossibly sophisticated? Should I curtsy?” She stepped back, looking at me with the scrutiny of someone who had known me since freshman year at Columbia. “You look… different.”“Older,” I s

Vanessa’s POV"Dan, come here!" I called out to my son, his laughter filling the room as he darted around, full of energy. I was supposed to get him ready for the ceremony, but like any child, he was proving to be quite stubborn. “Oh, Dan if I catch you” I called his name again, hoping he would listen, and to my surprise, he ran towards the door, giggling mischievously.Just as I was about to catch him, Dante, my husband, appeared and scooped Dan up from behind, lifting him effortlessly. Dante's entrance into the room, carrying our son as they played together, brought a sense of joy and relief to the chaotic moment.“Please bring that naughty boy here,” I said as I sat on the floor trying to catch my breath after the whirlwind of chasing Dan around.“No, we don't want to wear your clothes” Dante replied jokingly, I couldn't help but smile at the sight before me. Seeing Dante and Dan together, their laughter harmonizing in the air, filled my heart with warmth and gratitude.At that mo

Dante’s POV“Vanessa please stay with me, please” I pleaded with tears rolling down my eyes, I felt like it was my fault. “Will be at the hospital soon, I promise” I said as I quickly scooped Vanessa up from the floor, her body limp and blood staining her clothes. As I hurried towards the exit, my heart raced with fear and urgency. The sight of my headguard approaching filled me with a mix of relief and dread. Without hesitation, he took Vanessa from my arms, his swift actions matching the gravity of the situation.Together, we rushed back to the safety of the pack, every step feeling like a battle against time. Vanessa's pale face haunted me, her breaths were shallow and it was as if life is been sucked out of her. The journey to the hospital was a blur of motion and anxiety, the world around me reduced to a backdrop of worry and fear.“What happened to her?” the doctor asked just as we arrived at the hospital.“No time for questions doctor, please save my wife” When the doctor noti

Vanessa’s POV“I am not sorry Evelyn, you deserve everything you have, I won't let you come for my child and go Scot free,” I said as I stood over her lifeless body on the floor, the forest felt heavy with the weight of what had transpired. Evelyn's once vibrant spirit is now gone. Despite the finality of the moment, an unexpected calm settled within me, replacing the expected waves of remorse. Our relationship had weathered many storms, filled with moments of love, hurt, forgiveness, and betrayal.I recalled the countless times I had forgiven Evelyn for her actions, always finding a way to mend our fractured bond. But this time, it was different. When she dared to threaten my child, a line was crossed that shattered any remaining semblance of forgiveness. The fierce protectiveness I felt for my child surged within me, overpowering any lingering compassion for Evelyn.As I gazed down at her lifeless form, a mix of conflicting emotions churned within me. The love I once held for her b

Dante’s POVA surge of adrenaline shot through me. This was our moment, our cue to strike. With a swift signal to my men, we pounced on the witches. Their faces twisted in surprise and confusion, a stark contrast to their usual air of confidence. They never saw it coming, never anticipated our ambush. The tables had turned, and it was our turn to seize control of the situation.As we advanced, the clash of swords and powers filled the air with tension. Spells and curses flew amidst the chaos, a cacophony of magic and might. I could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on me, urging me forward, urging me to fight with all I had. Every move, every strike, was fueled by a potent mix of loyalty and defiance.As I watched my men engage in combat, a surge of pride welled up within me. The witches' powers proved no match for our united strength. The shimmering bracelet seemed to be working its magic, enhancing our abilities in the heat of battle. Yet, amidst the chaos, my focus sh

Evelyn’s POVI crept through the corridors of the palace with Lilian, our footsteps silent as whispers in the empty halls. The usual bustle and chatter were conspicuously absent, leaving an eerie silence that sent shivers down my spine. The air felt heavy with anticipation, a foreboding sense of the unknown hanging over us like a dark cloud.Lilian and I exchanged a glance, our eyes mirroring the confusion and concern that gnawed at our thoughts. Where had everyone disappeared to? The emptiness of the palace was unsettling, a stark deviation from its usual lively atmosphere. The absence of guards and servants only deepened the mystery, fueling my growing unease.“Where is everyone?” I asked Lilian, my voice almost like a whisper.“I don't know…. Let's check Dante’s room” Lilian suggested and with a shared understanding, we wordlessly agreed to press on, our mission clear despite the unsettling circumstances. Willow's orders loomed in our minds, she had asked me and Lilian to head to

Vanessa’s POVMy heart was racing as I dashed into the room, knowing that time was slipping away, and the witches could strike at any moment. My main concern was my child's safety, so I had to get him to Elijah's pack where I knew he'd be protected. When I entered the room, I saw him happily playing with Aphrodite. The tension in the air was palpable, and Aphrodite seemed to sense it too, jumping up as soon as she saw me, ready to act."You're going with Dan right now," I instructed, and without hesitation, she started gathering their things, understanding the seriousness of the situation without needing to ask questions. It was a moment of swift action and intense emotions, but I knew I had to keep a clear head to ensure my child's safety.“What about you?” Aphrodite asked when she was done parking,“Dante needs me, let's go,” I said to Aphrodite as I quickly carried Dan and headed downstairs with Aphrodite behind me.“I wasn't able to inform Elijah that you would be coming but imme