Novels by Osarumwense Osakue

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

Fernando's POV The private jet touched down on the airstrip with the same grace I had grown accustomed to. Smooth. Precise. Controlled. Just like I demanded everything around me to be.The engines went into silence as the cabin door opened, letting in the sweet America air. Santiago’s estate wasn’t far from here—about a forty-five-minute drive through the winding roads that led into the hills.As soon as we arrived, I stepped out first.Custom black Italian leather boots hit the tarmac with a soft thud. My tailored charcoal suit clung to me like armor, and the sunglasses did little to hide the storm that still brewed behind my eyes. The aftermath of England still simmered in my veins. Michael followed closely behind, stepping down the metal stairs with less grace than usual. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the stiffness in his jaw. He hadn’t said much since the plane lifted off.I hadn’t either.We both pretended not to notice the distance forming between us.Sant

Michael’s POV The black car came to a stop near Santiago’s private jet, its turbines humming softly in the morning fog that still lingered over the tarmac. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the vehicle, the weight of everything that had happened in the last few hours heavy on my shoulders. The cool English air brushed against my face, a cruel contrast to the fire burning in my chest. Fernando stepped out next, his expression unreadable, his posture commanding as always. His voice cut through the silence.“Michael. On the plane. We’re leaving. Now.” I blinked, taken aback. “What about Marlo? And Mortis? Emilio?”He didn’t answer. He walked ahead, his boots sounding on the ground as if to punctuate the fact that he was done explaining anything to me. My fists clenched. I stood there for a second, unwilling to move, my heart racing. I had barely come to terms with the fact that I had just shot and killed Damian and Andrew, even if I did it to protect Fernando—to protec

Fernando’s POVThe loud sounds of two gunshots ripped through the walls like a scream slicing open the air. What the hell!?My head snapped toward the drawing room even before Santiago could react. For a moment, everything froze. Then chaos.“Those were shots,” Santiago said sharply.“No shit,” I snapped, already moving towards the door to see what had caused a gun to be fired. My mind instantly created two scenarios and I couldn't help buy fear for the worst.On one hand, I feared Andrew and Damian had subdued Santiago’s men, took their guns and shot them before making a run for it.Those fucking bastards would do anything to escape at this point.On the other hand, I considered the possibility that Andrew had annoyed one of Santiago’s men and they ended up killing him, just to shut the motherfucker up.I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.We practically ran through the corridor, Santiago’s footsteps just behind mine. My pulse hammered like thunder in my ears, my mind ra

Michael’s POVThe door slammed behind Fernando, and for a while, I just sat there, paralyzed. The room was dark, the air still pulsing with tension and adrenaline. My knees pulled up to my chest, my arms hugging them tightly, my forehead resting on them.My chest ached. Not from the pressure of Fernando’s grip or the terror of his voice mere inches from my ear, but from something deeper. Something more devastating. That man who stormed out of here wasn’t the man I once felt strongly for. The man i thought i could save. Not entirely. Fernando had always been dangerous, but never to me. Never like this.The way he had looked at me—rage burning in those eyes, the tremble in his jaw when he grabbed me—there was no hesitation. No guilt. Just power. Just rage. Just the monster the FBI always warned me about.And still, there was a flicker… something I couldn’t name. Something like heartbreak.I stayed like that for a long time, breathing slowly, willing the tears not to fall, but they

Fernando's POVMy fingers still tingled.I stared at my hand as I stepped out of the room I had just left Michael in—my palm still carrying the memory of his skin, of the way I had squeezed his throat. My heart pounded in my chest, and not from exertion. From something darker, something wilder. The rage. The possessiveness. I should have let go sooner. I should have stopped when I saw the pain in his eyes—but I couldn't. Not after he said he would leave me.I pushed the thought from my head.He needed to know where he belonged. I wasn’t about to let sentimentality ruin everything I had built. Michael was mine. He would stay mine.The drawing room door swung open before I touched it. One of Santiago’s men stood to the side, eyes darting to the ground in submission as I stepped inside. Andrew and Damian still lay on the floor, both bruised, both in restraints. The guards kept their guns pointed at them, their faces hard and unmoving.Andrew lifted his head and sneered."Well, well

Micheal's POV I didn’t think.I just moved.My body, acting on instinct or something far more desperate, had shoved Fernando’s arm up at the last second.The bullet screamed through the air and struck the ceiling.Everyone in the room froze.For a heartbeat, silence rang louder than the gunshot. I could feel the weight of a dozen eyes pierce into my back, all of them stunned—and afraid. The smell of burnt gunpowder lingered, mixing with the tense air of the drawing room.Then Santiago roared.“What the hell just happened?!”Andrew laughed—a cruel, dry, almost unhinged sound. “Looks like the boyfriend still has a soft spot for the spy.”“Shut him up,” Santiago barked.His men didn’t hesitate. One shoved a gag into Andrew’s mouth, forcing him to the floor. Andrew glared at everyone with that same defiant fire, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t speak now.Fernando didn’t say a word. His gaze cut through the room like a blade.I swallowed. My throat was dry. My hands had started to t

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

The night air shimmered with energy as the Blackwood Pack gathered in the forest clearing. The lanterns burned tall and bright, casting flickering golden lights onto the trees, and the scent of roasted meats and sweet pastries hung thick in the air. The second part of the Moon Festival had begun, and spirits were high. But not everyone was lost in celebration.Jack’s jaw was tight as he paced near the entrance of the grand Blackwood mansion. He glanced toward the ballroom and then at the two guards stationed at the entryway. His fists clenched. Mira had been gone too long.“I need to get through,” he said, his voice low but urgent.One of the guards straightened. “Sorry, Beta Jack. We have strict orders from Luna Becca. No one is allowed inside the mansion during the second half of the festival. Only the cleaning staff.”Jack stepped forward, the aura of his authority flaring. “I’m not just ‘anyone.’ I’m the Beta of Alpha Desmond of this Pack. And I’m telling you that there’s a

Disguises, Mira reminded herself, were only as strong as the confidence behind them and she needed to be as strong as possible if she wanted to be able to achieve her goal tonight. Her palms were sweaty as she crept silently through the narrow back corridor of the mansion, her heartbeat hammering behind her ribs. She had successfully snuck through the side entrance after the crowd surged toward the ballroom exit for the outdoor festivities. Clutched in her hand was a stolen handkerchief, tied tightly across her lower face, and her frame was hidden beneath the plain folds of a maid’s dress she had found in the servant quarters.Everything she had planned was coming together but she wasn’t completely in the clear.The scratchy fabric itched her skin and the scent of cleaning chemicals clung to the apron, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it. With every step she took, her resolve hardened. She was doing this for Alpha Eugene and Becca.She entered Becca’s room quietly, double-chec

The air was sharp with tension and moonlight, heavy with the energy of celebration just beyond the grand ballroom doors. Jack stood near the edge of a wide archway, half-shrouded in darkness, his fists clenched at his sides. His gaze was not on the festivities but fixed on the quiet corridor leading to the east wing. His breath came in shallow bursts, his chest tight with anxiety. Desmond’s fury gnawed at his senses through their link, a constant, oppressive force. The Alpha's rage had been simmering all evening, but now it raged like an inferno, threatening to burn everything in its path.Jack pressed a hand to the cold marble wall, grounding himself. Desmond was far from here, outside with the elders, putting on the facade of calm leadership for the Moon Festival. But Jack could feel his discontent, and it mirrored Jack’s own inner turmoil.A flicker of movement caught his eye.Mira.She moved swiftly.Her footsteps were light, her path certain. Jack didn’t need to guess wher

Eugene’s eyes lingered for a moment longer on Desmond and Seraphina’s rigid expressions, absorbing the fury that simmered just beneath their carefully masked faces. Then, with quiet defiance, he turned away, lowering the hand that was still linked with Becca’s. The ballroom was filled with anticipation. Hundreds of eyes were focused him, their faces glowing with curiosity and admiration.He stepped forward, letting his voice rise with confidence.“My fellow wolves,” he began, projecting to every corner of the ballroom with a firm voice, “tonight is not just a celebration of tradition, but of resilience, of unity, and of the undying spirit that binds the Blackwood Pack together.”There was a murmur of agreement, soft but growing.“In the wake of darkness, we have found light. We’ve seen hardship, betrayal, and division. But despite everything, here we are—together, stronger than ever. And I want you to know… I will fight every day to ensure that the legacy of this pack not only survi

Jack stopped running when the ache in his bones and the guilt in his chest both throbbed in perfect sync. The hallway was dimly lit, the distant glow from the ballroom flickering on the polished floors behind him. He rested his back against the wall, dragging his palm across his sweaty forehead. He had done it. He had slipped the note through the door of the room where Eugene, Max, and Becca were holed up. It felt like splitting his loyalty in half, betraying Alpha Desmond after all he had done for him—after all he had made him.But he had to. He had to give Alpha Eugene a fighting chance.If Alpha Desmond and Luna Seraphina followed through with their plan, it wouldn't just be Alpha Eugene who suffered. Innocent wolves—children, elders, people who had nothing to do with this feud—would be caught in the destruction. He had seen what power and desperation could do. He had lived it.He couldn’t let the same thing happen here."Jack?"The sound of his name made him flinch. He look

The warmth of Eugene’s palm lingered against Becca's as their hands remained clasped, their foreheads touching gently. The low hum of the distant music from the ballroom was muffled behind thick oak doors, wrapping the moment in a fragile silence. Becca could feel his breath on her face—steady, confident, and far too intoxicating. She had told herself this meant nothing. She was a healer. She was helping a man in need. That was all.It was normal for her, as a healer, to help someone who needed her so he can be well and that was exactly what she was doing. She told herself more times than she could remember.She also convinced herself she wasn't just helping Eugene but also keeping the other pack members safe because if things went out of control, it would be disastrous.She told herself she was pretty much a hero and that was all it was. Nothing more, nothing less.But her heart beat betrayed her.Eugene pulled back slightly and tilted his head, a mischievous smirk playing at the