Novels by Favour Chikamma

Trudeau’s POV “We have to test the blood of the child. We need to know he is of our bloodline and fit to take the throne for the future.” Phil said.I could have argued that part too about how I have been the only one to lay with her since she had arrived at the pack but even I felt I would be disrespecting Audrey in a way. I believed I was the father of her child, plus the defeat in his voice gave me life. I agreed to the terms willingly. Even though I didn’t want to, it was the tradition to test for the bloodline of a child to show he was in line to take over if anything ever happened to me. “Why don’t we do that right now? I will go and bring the mother of my child and my five-day-old child. Here and here, Phil. Let this be where everything about this subject ends. After this, I do not want to hear you talk ill about Audrey or anyone else in this room. Is that understood?”Everyone gave some form of a reply from nodding to mouthing a not-very-audible yes.I took some seconds to t

Trudeau’s POVWalking through the council doors and seeing the faces of the people I have so dearly avoided for months.“One would think you had gone to join the ancestors early the way you completely deserted the table, Alpha Trudeau.” Elder Fiona announced out loud for everyone to hear. I heard it in her voice. That angst against me and the decision I made. From past encounters, I have known her to share a close bond with the shaman, and therefore his idea. Several others whispered amongst themselves as I walked by the long dull table that was placed in the center of the hall.I have watched this room shift into a jury room, back to a council room and a place to party in the past. Today, it felt like my own throne was my judgment seat as I drew it back and sat in it, looking at faces that had added a line of wrinkle and of course, the clear expressionless face from Guillemette who sat on the last seat at the end of my right hand.“Good evening, council.” I nodded to Elder Fiona in p

Audrey’s POVI never thought pain could feel this unearthing before. I could swear I was in the afterlife at some point during the operation. I thought they would tear my stomach up like I heard them whisper amongst themselves while they thought I was completely under the drug's seduction. There were moments in between where I sifted in and out of consciousness while wondering where the fuck I was. With the pain racking through my body and none of the drugs keeping them fully at bay, I was left watching the life show while wondering where this would leave me after it was all over.At a point, I had completely dissociated from the entire procedure going on between my legs. I asked myself, “How did I get here…”With no one else to answer but myself, I kept on watching. The moment the sound of my child hit my ears, life zapped back into me. I don’t know how I was able to tell it was a boy from his first cry. I could barely even see him though his body hovered over the cover clothes that

Trudeau’s POVWho paid to have my sister and Audrey killed months ago? This question took a ride back with me to the hospital. Before that, it haunted my mind while I tried to pick out the most comfortable clothes for Audrey. I recalled how she would avoid the darker clothes and stick to the lighter ones because according to her, they made her feel less hot. I understood the science of it. The rest of her things I just picked at random from flashbacks of what I have seen her use. A little bit of everything.Before embarking on the journey, I was kind of tempted to ask what the current situation was but hesitated last minute. I picked out some of her favorite flowers by the garden, again a little bit of everything.By the time I got to the hospital, the time was a few minutes past nine. I just feel the energy, the buzz. It was electric, very daunting and it was making its presence known. I was still approaching the entrance, roughly parking at a spot away from the entrance where the p

Trudeau’s POVI Can’t tell how long we waited. If you ask me, I will say it would take forever. I rose myself up and rode to the very high mountains that were the pack upstate. I needed to clear my head. There were already Elders by my door by the time I arrived first in the morning. ‘The doctors were still performing surgery ’ was the reason why I picked up and returned to the pack. After sleeping in my car and getting tired of the clothes I was wearing, I decided to leave and keep everything else secondary.“Alpha. You are back…but without the breeder.” Yousef said. An older man who was in charge of the northern territory but stepped down from his role and continued to hold a table on our council because no one in the band district knew this section better than him. I liked him, he was useful, and multiple times has he shown his usefulness. I smiled at him.“Yes, I arrived alone. She is still being taken care of by the doctor. I only came to get some necessities and go back to her.”

Trudeau’s POVShe passed out right in my arms. But she was still breathing. That was all that mattered to me. That she was still breathing.“Alpha, we need to make room for her. There is a chance that we might have to go into surgery.” The doctor tugged me by the arm gently. One looked at him and immediately let me go. I looked towards Audrey and Cynthia, they were the only familiar faces I knew here aside from Peter who has been the Lycan family doctor for as long as I can remember. I couldn’t bring myself to let her go. That would mean uncradling her head and letting her go through this alone.“I am here, Audrey. I am here!” I found myself yelling at her. I aggressively kissed her forehead. The need for her to feel my presence wherever she was deep in there was all that concerned me at the moment. I needed her to know that I was right beside her. We got out of the room after another minute or so of Cynthia trying to round us up. I just found it hard to let her go.I peeked through t

Marcel’s POVA new, strange kind of wind blows through our territory, smelling like rain and bad luck. Something is coming, and although I don't know what it is, I can tell that it's nothing good at all.My mother rushes into my room, floral dress brushing her ankles as she moves frantically, interrupting my painting session. “Marcel,” she says, pausing at my doorway with her chest heaving. Even the look in her eyes is enough to get me distracted.“What is it, mother?” I try to add more touches to my painting, but now that I've been interrupted, my full focus has been torn apart, and I can't figure out where to place my brush. I drop my palette and brush, turning to look at her fully. “I cannot read your mind, Mother. I need you to start talking.”“She's alive, Marcel.”I pause. “Who?”“The girl that was talked about in the prophecy. The one that's supposed to be your mate. Some of the men who have been helping me investigate her whereabouts came back with new information not too lon

Christina's POVMy outer jacket is discarded already, exposing my white inner tank top to the man on top of me. His weight is crushing, and I have to force air into my lungs to keep breathing. Due to so much crying, my eyes now burn and hurt. I wish I could have been able to put up a brave front, but the truth is that I'm not brave. If I am, I won't be underneath a man begging for mercy.His hands fall to the edge of my tank top, intending to pull it off me, when a knock comes to the door, breaking through the moment. My saving grace.A shaking breath of relief comes out of me when he stops his assault and finally gets off me, giving me room to breathe and take in air at last. I rub my neck and sit up, ignoring the streaks of tears on my face.The door opens before the Alpha can get to it, and the man from earlier looks inside, eyes taking in everything with speed and precision. He doesn't say anything at first but simply looks at us with a slightly suspicious look on his face.Event

Author’s POVBack in the dungeons, the two sisters, Peter, and Beta Isaac remain, settling in the aftermath of Christina’s dilemma. Though the halls are thick with cement and lime, the resulting tension vibrates through them with a foreboding harmony of its own. “Shit!” Becca clutches her bright red hair so hard that she almost succeeds in pulling it off her sensitive scalp. Almost thirty minutes have gone by, but they've gotten no information from the Alpha or his men to inform them about how the interrogation is going, and she's starting to feel restless. She should have ever let him take the poor girl away in the first place, but out of respect for her newly found mate, she had tried to be civil. Now, she feels like she should have thrown a knife at the Alpha and fought for her half-sister.She and Melissa have seen the consequences of broken family bonds, and how dangerous it can be, so when they got news of Christina’s location, they had been very eager to see the child their f

Christina's POVDespite all my begging and pleading to be freed, I am thrown into the Alpha's spacious room. All my cries fall on deaf ears, as it becomes obvious that I'm not leaving this man's room until he is ready to let me go.I look around me, getting more and more scared as I realize that his room is so large that I feel immensely tiny inside of it. The smell of incense and lit candles faintly permeates the room, adding to the dark atmosphere. Sunlight is gradually waning, which means that soon, night will fall on us, potentially keeping us here longer.I rub my hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please, please please, I don't know anything at all,” I beg, dragging myself across the carpet-covered floor away from this man before me with a sinister look in his eyes. “Please.” My elbows start to hurt, but I push past the pain and keep moving—until a solid wall presses into my back.His eyes roam my body in a way that hints at nothing good. A smirk pulls at his mouth, making h

Christina’s POVWhen you're in the dark for a very long time, no matter how anxious you are, or the amount of fear running through your veins, you can't escape your body trying to get some rest. I have to blink multiple times to kick the drowsiness out of my eyes when the bag over my head gets pulled off so roughly that it almost rips my lobe earring off. I kiss my teeth at first and then remember my current situation, which is enough to wake me up completely.Dad, or Peter? I'm not sure what to even refer to him as anymore is by my side, chained up to a wooden chair that looks too weak and brittle. He looks at me and sends a smile he likely hopes is comforting, but it only makes my insides twist around even more. The strange, man-wolf person who had claimed Becca was his ‘mate’ stands before us, eyes narrowed. We're in a cell with actual bars, but he stands on the outside of it, watching us like we're mere criminals. If anyone had told me that this was how this week would go for m

Christina POVWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us.I have never run so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us so the back door was the only possible escape we had.My legs start to hurt and I suddenly feel so dizzy. I could barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities.“Please, we need to rest!” I yell out.“We can’t!” Dad screams.“Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts.I ignore what Melissa says not because I don’t understand it but because the guys behind us seem to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to at least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her.Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looked behind me and I turned around to see that the peop