Novels by JullieFerdie

Avery’s Point of ViewI glared at him, my cheeks heating. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s really going on, Kaiden. You can’t just kiss me senseless and then throw me into some secret hideout!”His smirk widened, and he leaned closer, his face inches from mine. “First of all, I didn’t throw you anywhere. And second, if you really wanted to stay here, you wouldn’t have melted into my arms like butter just now.”My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Y-you…..”“Yes, me,” he interrupted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Now, are you coming willingly, or should I find something to dress you in myself?”I froze, my face heating so fast I was surprised I didn’t spontaneously combust. “You wouldn’t dare.”His grin was wicked, and his silver eyes sparkled with mischief. “Try me.”“You’re insufferable!” I snapped, grabbing the nearest pillow and whacking him with it.He didn’t even flinch, only laughed as he caught the pillow and tossed it aside. “You’ve got t

Avery’s Point of ViewThe attack had been relentless. When the rogues surrounded me, snarling and snapping their jaws, I had accepted my fate. My wolf was too weak to surface, my body too battered to resist. I thought I would die.But then… he appeared.The Alpha King.Kaiden.Even now, as I stared at him, I couldn’t believe he had been the one to save me, to carry me away from death. Not only had he saved me, but here he was, sitting by my bedside, taking care of me like I was someone precious.I stared at him as he massaged my feet with skilled, gentle hands, his large, calloused hands moving with expert precision. His touch was firm yet soothing, making my muscles relax despite the chaos still rattling in my mind. His thumbs pressed into the arch of my foot. My head fell back against the pillow, and before I realized it, a soft moan escaped my lips.His low chuckle snapped me out of my haze. “Careful with the noise, Snowy,” he teased, his emerald eyes sparkling with amusement.My f

Sophia’s Point of View“Mama,” I said softly, my voice trembling.Cheryl looked up, her red-rimmed eyes meeting mine. She didn’t say a word, just opened her arms. I rushed to her, falling to my knees and burying my face in her lap.“I miss him so much,” I whispered, my tears soaking into the fabric of her dress. “Dad was the best father in the whole world.”Cheryl ran her fingers through my hair, her own silent tears falling onto my head. “He was,” she murmured. “He was everything to us, Sophia. He gave his life for this pack… for us. And now he’s gone.”Mark let out a bitter laugh, his voice cracking. “Funny how the pack mourns him so much, but when Avery died, no one cared. No tears, no grief. They were happy she was gone. It’s not fair.”I lifted my head, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare compare them,” I snapped. “Avery was weak, a burden to the pack. Dad was a hero. Don’t you dare put them in the same sentence.”Mark’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he looked away, hi

Sophia’s Point of ViewI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing through the silent hallway. My chest heaved with anger, my claws itching to tear something apart. Anything. Anyone.I sank onto the couch, burying my face in my hands as my mind raced. Ever since Avery left the pack, no, ever since she was forced to leave, Julian had been different. Distant. Cold. Detached. It was as though a part of him had been buried with her absence, leaving me to deal with the shell of the man I thought I knew.I clenched my fists, the sharp points of my nails pressing into my palms. I was strong, powerful, everything Avery had never been. She was a soft, fragile thing, barely able to hold her wolf together most of the time. Julian needed strength in his Luna, and I had given him that. I had worked for it, sacrificed for it, bled for it.And yet, even in death, she was coming between us.“Why?” I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “

Julian’s Point of ViewI couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of the ruins, the devastation, the ghosts of my mistakes, each one clawed at me, suffocating me with guilt. My legs felt like lead as I turned away from the shattered remnants of my pack and headed back to my house. The walk felt like an eternity, the silence deafening except for the whisper of the wind and the echoes of Dexter’s sharp words in my mind.By the time I reached the confines of my room, I was utterly drained. My body ached, not just from exhaustion but from the weight of everything pressing down on me. I sat heavily on the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I buried my face in my hands. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning, replaying every decision, every failure, every face I’d lost.With a deep sigh, I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, hoping for even a moment of peace.Minutes passed. Or maybe it was hours, I couldn’t tell anymore. I was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt the bed dip. M

Julian’s Point of ViewThe wind howled through the desolate fields, carrying with it the stench of death and decay that clung to everything like a curse. I stood in the heart of the devastation, my chest tightening as I looked at what remained of my once-thriving pack.The vibrant greenery that once symbolized life and strength was gone, replaced by charred earth and skeletal remains of trees. Every step I took on the scorched ground was a grim reminder of the destruction I had brought upon my people.The packhouses that had once stood tall, filled with laughter and warmth, were now nothing but crumbling ruins. Their walls, blackened by fire, seemed to mourn the lives lost within them. I walked through the remnants of what used to be home, my boots crunching against shards of glass and splinters of wood. The air was thick, suffocating, heavy with despair.“How did it come to this?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the howling wind.‘You know how, Julian,’ Dexter growled in my