Novels by Osarumwense Osakue

Riley's POV The car came to a smooth halt in front of the restaurant, its glowing elegance an extravagant display of glass and lights. The sheer elegance of the building was enough to make anyone feel out of place, but I was used to this now—Jaxon’s world of wealth and sophistication had become familiar territory. Before I could reach for the door handle, it swung open, revealing one of Jaxon’s bodyguards standing tall and imposing. His movements were precise, almost rehearsed, as he stepped aside to let me out. “Thank you,” I said politely, stepping onto the almost busy driveway. “Please let the driver know to stay ready. I won’t be too long.” The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his deep voice steady. “Understood, Mr. Matthews" he said.I adjusted my jacket, smoothing down the runples and took a moment to take in the sight of the restaurant. The evening air was delicious, the faint scent of sweet and expensive perfume being carried through the breeze. A valet hurried past,

Jaxon's POV The first thing I became aware of was a soft, persistent voice pulling me from the suffocating depths of unconsciousness. It wasn’t sharp or startling, but it was there—gentle and warm, like a light tug at the edges of my mind. “Jaxon… Come on, Jaxon. It’s time to wake up now.” Alexis. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, even in this hazy void. She was the only one that could annoy me to wake up.I tried to respond, to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was filled with something heavy.My limbs were tight, my chest tight, and even my eyelids refused to cooperate. Still, her voice didn’t falter. “You’re stronger than this,” she said, her tone firm but encouraging. “Riley needs you, Jaxon. We all do. So, wake up already!” That name—Riley. It sparked something in me, like a fire lighting in full force.Slowly, painfully, I willed my eyelids to move. The room around me came into focus, and the first thing I saw was Alexis’s face hovering above mine, her eyes wide

Riley's POVThe quiet of my apartment was a welcome change after the constant hum of the hospital. I didn't have to deal with the relentless beeping of the machines connected to Jaxon and I have to admit, I felt relived that I didn't have to listen to it, even if for just a few moments.It honestly wasn't easy living without Jaxon and I couldn't believe I had become so close to him, so much that I couldn't imagine how my life would have been if we never met.I guess that's what happens with someone takes a bullet for you.I set my bag down and pulled out my phone, intending to check the time, but a text notification caught my eye. It was from Chloe. "Hey, Riley. How’s Jaxon doing?" She asked and I could feel her concern just from reading her short message.I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I finally typed out a response. "He’s still in the coma. The doctors don’t know when or if he’ll wake up" I replied, almost feeling like these words have become some kind of

Riley's POVThe steady hum of the machines filled the hospital room, a cruel reminder of Jaxon's fragile state. I sat beside his bed, my fingers holding his hand tightly, as if my touch could somehow bring him back to me. I couldn't deny it, I was actually hoping something like that would happen and finally end this nightmare once and for all.His face was pale, almost as pale as the clean hospital sheets, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that life still flowed within him. It had been weeks—weeks since he’d taken that bullet meant for me, weeks since he’d fallen into this coma, and weeks since my entire world had come to revolve around this quiet, suffocating room. I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the machines. “You have to wake up. Please. I don’t know how much longer I can do this without you.” There was no response, just the rise and fall of his chest, fixed and unchangin

Riley's POV The moment Jaxon hit the floor, my entire world shattered. I pleaded with him not to go into the light but as I knelt beside him, I could feel his life draining slowly.“Jaxon please don't leave me!” I screamed, holding his head and trying to get him to stay awake. His shirt was soaked with blood, the red stain spreading fast across his chest. My hands trembled as I pressed down on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. His eyes fluttered open for a moment, glazed with pain, and he gave me the faintest smile. “Riley…” “Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Jaxon. Stay with me.” His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I pressed harder on the wound, my hands slick with his blood. The warm, sticky sensation made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t afford to think about that now. Arthur stood a few feet away, his face pale and eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at Jaxon as though u

Jaxon's POV The world seemed to tilt on its axis the moment my father pulled the gun from his jacket. Since when did my father carry a gun? This was entirely new to me and I tried my best to process fast what exactly I was stsriiat: the barrel of a loaded gun.Growing up, I have always looked at my father as a man of power, control, and manipulation. He didn’t need weapons—his words alone had the sharpness of blades. But there he was, holding a gun, his face twisted in fury, and the cold metal glinting under the dim light. “Drop the gun, Dad,” I said, my voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “This isn’t you. This isn’t how we do things.” His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles white. “Don’t lecture me, Jaxon. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Riley’s voice trembled behind me. “Arthur, please… put the gun down. You don’t need to do this.” Arthur’s eyes darted to Riley, his hatred so palpable it felt like a physical force in the room. “Y

Michael’s POVI got close enough to Damian and looked in disgust at the smile he had fixed on his face the moment he saw me."I'm here. Say what you want but after that, you're leaving" I said with a stern voice."I knew you would come out of hiding the moment you heard me call out to you" Damian attempted to come closer to me but I stepped back."You wouldn't want to do that, that's if you don't mind being shot" I said, my eyes narrowed. "It was stupid of you to have come out here.""I could say the same thing about you."Andrew swiftly came out of the shadows and the barrel of his gun pressed against my forehead like a cold whisper of death.He had moved so fast through the trees, making good use of the darkness to get close to me.The forest behind him seemed to go quiet in respect, like even nature didn’t want to interrupt this moment.But I knew his men were there, waiting. I didn't flinch. I didn’t move. I just stared at him.His eyes, sharp and gleaming with victory, drank in

Michael’s POVFernando looked like a corpse.I never thought I would feel anything for him beyond disgust, fury, and that burning ache for revenge—but now, watching him lie unconscious in this dimly lit room, something twisted inside my chest. It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t pity. It was something uglier. More complicated.His chest barely rose beneath the sheet, his breathing shallow, mechanical, like his body had forgotten how to be alive.He was pale—unnaturally pale—like life had already started abandoning him.And still, I couldn’t let go of his hand.It was cold. Damp. Fragile. I remembered this same hand raised in arrogance, in violence, clenched into a fist as he spat cruel words at me. That same hand had pointed guns, killed people, and built the chaos we were drowning in.But right now, it wasn’t the hand of a monster. It was the hand of a dying man.I hated him. God, I hated him. But I didn’t want him to die like this.“You care about him now?” My unconscious mind asked

Andrew’s POV Night had wrapped itself like a shroud over the woods, casting eerie shadows between the tall trees. The air was filled with anticipation, thick and unmoving, as if nature itself was holding its breath. I could hear the loud sounds of Crickets chipping in the distance, an odd contrast to the tension that vibrated through my bones. The occasional rustle of leaves teased our ears snd made our minds work like machines as vsrious questions appeared on our heads.Was it the wind or movement? Every sound could be a threat. Every second, a reminder that time was slipping.We lay in silence, our bodies half-buried in the brush, our eyes fixed on the mansion positioned at the edge of the clearing. The looming building glared back at us like a fortress, its windows glowing faintly from within. Inside, Michael and his loyal few were holed up like cornered wolves, desperate and dangerous.Patience, I reminded myself. The moment we attacked would be the moment they expected us

Michael’s POV The smell of onions cooking in olive oil wrapped around me like a warm blanket. For a moment, just a brief moment, I let myself forget where we were, what was happening, and how much blood had already been spilled. The sound of the kitchen door opening pulled me out of my trance. Ashley leaned against the doorway, her arms folded. “Smells good,” she said, her voice soft but obvious with exhaustion. I glanced up, half-smiling as I stirred. “Figured it was time we ate something that didn’t taste like cardboard or fear.” She raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is? A morale boost?” “Something like that,” I murmured. Ashley stepped in, rubbing the tension from the back of her neck as Mortis and Emilio followed behind her, dragging their tired bodies like the war had already been lost. Emilio sniffed the air and grinned. “Damn. Didn’t know you could cook.” I set the bowls on the table. “Survival skills.” Mortis slumped into a chair with a

Ashley's POV The wind carried a damp, earthy scent through the cracks in the battered front door as we pressed ourselves against it, trying to catch a glimpse through the narrow hole in the wood. I could barely see much — just the faint shimmer of light bouncing off someone's gun, the shape of bodies lurking in the scattered woods surrounding the old mansion. It felt too quiet, like the world itself was holding its breath.I exchanged a glance with Mortis, then Emilio. Marlo’s jaw was tight, his dark eyes focused on the woods as though sheer force of will alone could make our enemies appear.“It’s been fifteen minutes,” Mortis muttered, lowering his gun just an inch. “I think we’re in the clear. Maybe they gave up.”“Yeah,” Emilio chimed in. “Or maybe they’re regrouping. Either way, it’s gone quiet.”I let out a humorless laugh. “You think Andrew is the type to give up? He’s out there, watching. Waiting for us to screw up. That’s his favorite game.”Both Mortis and Emilio shot me

Andrew’s POVThe cold English air brushed against my skin as I tilted my head up to the second-story window. A dark smile went across my lips as I waited, watched to see that traitor's face.A second ago, Michael’s face had been there—staring down at me with that same infuriating calm he had always worn when things were going out of his control. And now… nothing.Good.Let him hide. Let them all scramble like rats in a sinking ship.This was my time to bring my enemies to their knees and I wasn’t going to stop until I have achieved my goal.I stepped back, scanning the old mansion ahead of us. The old Ramirez estate was barely holding itself together — cracked window glass, vine plants all over the walls, a run down compound that made it feel just like a building in a horror movie. A perfect hideout for cowards.I turned to my men, most of them hidden behind trees and old stone fences, their fingers twitching near their triggers. I didn’t have enough men for a full frontal attack.

The dressing room buzzed with energy, the air thick with perfume and excitement. Rows of mirrors lined the walls, reflecting the image of Lily and Maya as they stood side by side, putting the finishing touches on their looks for the Moonlight Dance.They were all smiles as they took their time to make sure they looked more beautiful than they have been all year. This was supposed to be a very special day for both of them and they wanted to look the part. Lily wore a flowing, deep red gown that hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the dressing room lights. Her long, dark curls fell down her back, and the delicate silver necklace around her neck added the final touch of elegance.Maya, standing next to her, looked just as stunning in a sapphire blue dress, the off-shoulder sleeves giving her a regal appearance. Her short, dark hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was jaw dropping.Lily sighed, taking in their reflections. "We actually made it, Maya."

As Lily qmd Maya got closer to the boutique, they made sure to keep their distance as they monitored their targets.The boutique was filled with soft classical music, the scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. Rows of elegant gowns lined the walls, their sequined and satin fabrics shimmering under the bright chandeliers.Lily and Maya stood just outside the store, pressed against a decorative pillar, peeking inside like a pair of detectives on a stakeout."Okay, this is ridiculous," Maya whispered, adjusting her stance to get a better view. "But I can’t lie, I kind of love it.""Shh!" Lily nudged her. "We have to be quiet if we’re going to figure out what’s going on."Inside the boutique, Lucian was standing beside the mystery girl, his arms crossed as she held up a deep emerald dress, pressing it against herself. He nodded approvingly, and the girl beamed. They continued lookingthroughother clothes, occasionally laughing and whispering to each other.Maya narrowed her eye

The soft hum of the engine filled the car as Lily gazed out the window, watching the busy streets pass by. The town’s biggest mall stood just ahead, its glass windows reflecting the bright afternoon sun. Inside, countless shoppers bustled about, their excited chatter mixing with the faint sound of background music playing from the stores.Maya, sitting beside her, tapped away on her phone. "I still can’t believe we’re finally getting our dresses for the Moonlight Dance. It feels so real now."Lily turned to her, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I know. It’s like the final piece of the puzzle.""Exactly!" Maya grinned. "And I already have a vision for my dress. Elegant, sexy, but also just enough sparkle to make Graham lose his mind."Lily chuckled. "You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?""Duh!" Maya tossed her phone into her bag. "It’s not every day we get to have a perfect night with the people we love. And after everything we’ve been through? We deserve this, Lily."L

The grand dining hall in the Alpha mansion was bathed in golden candlelight, the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filling the air. The long mahogany table was elegantly set with silverware and polished plates, while the large windows let in the glow of the moon. Lily sat between Lucas and Liam, across from Alpha Dean and Luna Ariel.Despite the warm atmosphere, her mind kept replaying Graham’s words from earlier that day."Lucas and Liam don’t think they need to ask you."Her grip tightened around her fork as she poked at her mashed potatoes, her appetite fading. She couldn't believe how clueless they were."So, Lily," Luna Ariel's voice pulled her from her thoughts, "you’ve been quiet all evening. Is something on your mind?"Lily hesitated for a second before deciding now was as good a time as any. "I was just thinking about the Moonlight Dance."Alpha Dean chuckled. "Ah, the famous tradition. I remember when I asked Ariel to the dance back in our school days. I made a compl

The scent of fresh plants and autumn leaves filled the air as Lily and Maya walked down the school hallway, their shoes tapping rhythmically against the polished floors. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting golden streaks across the lockers. Laughter and chatter surrounded them, the school buzzing with excitement. Weeks had passed since the chaos with Alex, and life had finally returned to normal.Lily inhaled deeply, a smile stretching across her face. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but it's actually nice having a normal day at school again. No kidnappings, no rogue wolves, no dramatic fights. Just classes and... the Moonlight Dance."Maya grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, right? It’s like everything is back on track. And now, we get to focus on the important things—like waiting for our mates to ask us to the dance."Lily chuckled. "Right! I mean, I am expecting Lucas and Liam to ask me at some point. It is the proper t

A heavy silence hung over the battlefield, thick with tension and the scent of blood. The wolves surrounding Alex stared fiercely at him, their growls low and menacing, awaiting their Alpha Dean’s command. Moonlight shined across the road, casting eerie shadows on the wounded rogue who stood his ground despite his battered body.Alex's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his clothes torn and soaked in blood. Yet, despite the pain coursing through his veins, his gaze was still filled with defiance as he met Alpha Dean's unyielding stare.The towering Alpha took a deliberate step forward, his presence radiating an undeniable authority. His silver eyes bore into Alex like a predator assessing its prey. "Alex," Alpha Dean's voice was deep, steady, and laced with finality. "You stand accused of multiple crimes against this pack. Kidnapping, conspiracy, endangering the life of one of our own—Lily—and defying the authority of the Alpha."Alex sneered, blood dripping from the corner of his m

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the tall windows of the mansion, filling the corridor in hues of amber and subtle gold. The atmosphere seemed to be alive in the rays of light, as if the world itself joyous with this beautiful day. Yet within Max, there was no such happiness His boots echoed against the floor, a slow, heavy rhythm of a man burdened by the thoughts circling his head.He paced with clenched fists and tense shoulders, each stride steeped in regret. His jaw was set tight, the memory of Mira’s eyes—so wounded, so distant—cutting deeper than any blade. He had seen many expressions on her face, but never one that made him feel this… ashamed."Idiot," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. "What the hell were you thinking?"He had gone too far. Again.Determined to make sense of his spiraling emotions, Max turned toward the one man he trusted to give him clarity—Alpha Eugene.The door to Alpha Eugene’s study stood slightly ajar. The fain

The scent of dried herbs and crushed petals drifted lazily through the air, wrapping the room in a soft, earthy embrace. It mixed with the subtle smell of alcohol and the delicate perfume of wildflowers, creating a scent that was uniquely Becca’s clinic—her sacred space of healing and refuge. The gentle clink of glass vials echoed softly as Becca moved with calm precision, grinding a blend of lavender and some plants into a fine powder with her mortar and pestle. Her hands were steady, purposeful, her every movement honed by years of experience and a heart that had long committed itself to the art of healing others.The quiet was only broken by the occasional rustle and the whisper of Mira’s steps as she moved around the room like a restless spirit. She worked efficiently—organizing the apothecary jars, relabeling bottles, wiping clean the already spotless shelves—but there was a tension in her shoulders, a storm bottled behind her carefully composed expression.Becca didn’t miss

Max walked toward them, his face twisted in anger, his jaw clenched tightly. Mira’s stomach churned at the sight of him, her earlier calm evaporating in an instant."What’s going on here?" Max’s voice was low but filled with a dangerous edge, as though he had already made up his mind about what was happening.Mira’s heart skipped a beat. She opened her mouth to explain, to say something, but before she could, Max was already grabbing her arm, pulling her back roughly. The force of his grip made her stumble slightly, and he positioned himself directly between her and Jack, his body a solid wall, blocking any view of Jack from her.She felt a surge of confusion. Why was he acting this way? He had never been this aggressive before. But his eyes were like ice, and there was no warmth in the way he looked at her, only possession."Max, stop," Mira said, her voice soft but firm, trying to pull herself from his grasp. "What’s wrong with you?"Max didn’t acknowledge her words. His eyes sta

The hallways of the mansion were unusually quiet, except for the faint sound of Mira’s soft footsteps. She carried a basket of laundry, the familiar weight pressing against her side as she walked toward the washroom. Her mind, however, was elsewhere. Thoughts of the poor maid who was about to be executed for Luna Seraphina’s crime plagued her thoughts, filling her with guilt and sorrow.So lost was she in these dark thoughts that she didn't notice the figure coming toward her until it was too late. The collision was sudden, her body crashing into a broad chest, and the basket of laundry flew from her hands, clothes scattering across the polished stone floor."Oh!" Mira exclaimed, flustered, as she scrambled to retrieve the fallen clothes. "I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention."A low chuckle met her ears, warm and familiar. "I should be the one apologizing," the voice said. Mira’s gaze flicked upward, meeting the kind, dark eyes of Jack. The sight of him brought an unexpecte

Becca stormed back and forth across the polished floor of her chamber, her face filled with unfiltered anger.“I swear to the Goddess, Mira,” Becca spat, her voice trembling, “if I see that snake Desmond again today, I won’t be held responsible for what I’ll do.”Seated on the edge of a chair near the fireplace, Mira watched her friend with a mixture of sympathy and helplessness. “Becca, please,” Mira implored, her voice soft yet edged with urgency. “Come sit. Just… breathe. Pacing like this won’t undo what happened at the council meeting.”Becca froze mid-step and turned to face her, eyes blazing. “How can I sit, Mira? How can I sit while an innocent girl—Selene, a mere maid—is being condemned for a crime she never committed? And we both know exactly who’s behind this farce!”Mira swallowed hard, glancing down at the floor. “Luna Seraphina and Desmond,” she said bitterly. “They’ve woven their web too well this time.”Becca resumed her restless pacing, her movements sharper and ang

The morning sun poured lazily through the curtains of Becca’s chamber, the warmth nudging her awake before the light could even fully reach her face. Becca smiled, the memory of yesterday’s public disgrace of Luna Seraphina playing over in her mind like a beautiful, triumphant melody. The look of pure horror on Seraphina’s face, the crowd’s murmurs, and the way Alpha Eugene had looked at her with unmistakable pride—she hugged herself at the thought, only to snap out of it immediately."No, Becca… don’t be foolish. Don’t start hoping for things you know can’t be" She shook her head and slid out of bed, her feet hitting the cool floor. Today wasn’t a day for foolish daydreams. It was a day to finish what had been started.She dressed quickly and tied her hair back with a simple ribbon. As she turned to leave, a soft knock came at the door.“It’s open,” Becca called, fastening the last clasp on her sleeve.Mira stepped inside, looking fresher than Becca had seen her in days. Her face