Novels by Spark

Alonso’s POV“Consummate what!?” I boom out loud. Oh my moon goddess, I hope I am not too late to save her. I will hate myself if something happens to her. I should have arrived here earlier. "Take me there. Now!” I cannot believe my earsMy ears yes glows as Ispeak and the wolves move away in fear- none of them want me to attack them"The main house," the old elder says. "Second floor, by the right."Agatha gives the old woman a threatening stare as if to promise her death, but the old woman looks away. Agatha still does not say anything, she still has a bruised ego. I am sure that if I leave, Agatha would scatter the whole pack and throw tantrums“Okay,” I say, then I look at Agatha "I still have business with you," I tell her. "When I return, we will discuss your crimes against your own daughter, you wicked and pathetic being ."I then move sharply. Pack members scatter out of my way in fear. I can also feel the relief of most of them in the airAs I approach the room, I hear some

Alonso’s POVI slow my pace as I spot the first guards at the gates of the pack. They stand more at attention, as they recognize who I am. Who does not recognize the lycan king? Not many have seen a Lycan King up close, but they all know what I look like because I am always on the news."I seek entrance to your territory," I state, not bothering with greetings. "I am Alonso, King of the Alistair Kingdom."The guards exchange nervous glances before one steps forward. "Alpha Agatha has ordered that no outsiders are to be allowed in today. There is a... celebration in progress.""Celebration?" I ask curiously"A wedding, Your Majesty. Alpha Leo is taking a mate today."“Who is he making a mate of?” I as“The daughter of the Alpha, Alora.”“Alora?” I ask in shock. No wonder I have been restless about this topic. A wedding? I sniff in about three times when a scent hit me. A female wolf is in hear and because I have been with Alora before, I can tell the heat is for Alora. She is in heat.

Leo’s POV"I am the white wolf," she repeats, and this time around she looks me straight in the eyes. "The moon goddess sent several messengers to tell me that I am the chosen one who is destined to break Alonso's curse."I stare at her in surprise. She must be joking right? This is definitely a joke. How can the white wolf come to us? The prophecy says that the King would search for the white wolf and he would be the one to bring her home himself. But Elena’s expression remains serious,"Elena, I… don’t…." I stutter slighShe shakes her head. "I know you don’t believe it. didn't believe it either, not at first. But something happened to me after I left the kingdom."She stands up suddenly, standing directly in front of me. "Six months ago, I started having these dreams. They were significant. It was a pull. Two days a pull came after that”"A pull?" I say after her, trying to understand her words."A mate bond, Leo," she says simply, rolling her eyes like she is explaining to a dumb

Leo’s POVElena comes to stand beside me, she keeps looking at how Alonso is running away. “He has not even changed a bit. He is still as stubborn as ever " she says with a playful smile on her face. But that her smile is not an ordinary smile. There is something deeper in the smile. It looks like her crush for Alonso never actually died"Oh, he has changed," I say, focusing on what we are discussing. "For the worse,” I say with my face still slightly serious. “He has gotten even more stubborn now”That gets a small laugh out of her. "I wouldn't have thought that was possible,” she says. “Alonso,” she calls out in a small voice, she says it fondly and she says it as if she is whispering more to herself than anyone elseWe stand in silence for a moment, watching as the sun comes up. It even seems like we are waiting for Alonso to returnI get tired, we need to go back. I need a good sleep, good food and a nice bath. So I turn to her."So," I say, turning to her with a goofy smile. “Sin

Leo's POV"What... how... what are you doing here?”"Saving your life, apparently," she says with a smirk on her face and a playful gleam in her eyes- that's gleam that always comes up whenever she says Alonso. It has been there since we were little. "Or at least saving your Beta's life.”Alonso looks between her and me in confusion. "I don't understand, Leo” he turns back to look at me. “How come she is here?”“I don't know. Ask her,” I say simply, making my face like I am equally surprisedHe turns back to Elena. “Elena,” he calls out to her still with that surprised look on his face. “How did you find me? Where have you been all these moons? What happened to you? You never even reached out. I even looked for you, you were nowhere to be found. What happened? Who offended you? Why did you feel the urge to leave without looking back?”Elena suddenly looks away and she looks uncomfortable. "My leaving was a decision,” she breathes out. “I… I was passing through. I saw when… when I saw

Leo's POVI am running through the forest. How can I forget? I told him not to go! I told him not to go! I didn't even remember that the full moon is going to rise today. If I had remembered I would have reminded him too and I would have stood my ground.The full moon is the worst possible timing. Following Alonso's scent trail I push against my body. I need to get to him. I do not have a solid plan, but I just need to get to him first. My life might be in danger- I know. It's not difficult to track him- he never tries to hide his path when he is angry.I should have chained him down back at the castle. I should have reminded him about the full moon. Why did I forget!? I should have done a lot of things, but when Alonso gets that look in his eyes, there is no stopping him. He even succeeds in disorienting me. Tonight, his beast will be in complete control."Stubborn idiot," I mutter to myself as I dodge between trees. "Had to run off to save a girl he barely knows. Rubbish."The scen

Chapter Twenty TwoFirst Person's PerspectivePercyThe wedding preparations were making me crazy. Everything was going wrong and I couldn't stand it. I wanted everything to be perfect for my big day, but no one seemed to understand how important this was. I looked at the flowers on the table and felt my face get hot with anger. "These flowers are completely wrong!" I shouted, hitting the table so hard it shook. The glass vase almost fell over. "I asked for white roses! These look like dirty weeds!" The poor flower lady, a small woman with scared eyes, stepped back. "But Miss Percy, these are white roses..." "Don't lie to me!" I grabbed the ugly flowers and threw them against the wall with all my strength. Petals flew everywhere like snow. "Leave right now! Don't come back until you bring real white roses!" She ran away so fast she almost fell over her own feet. I turned to the baker next. He was sweating like he had run a mile. "What about my cake?" I demanded. He wiped h

Chapter Twenty OneFirst Person Perspective Elena The dream still clung to me like a second skin when the door creaked open. My body stiffened before I even saw him, my pulse jumping beneath my throat as if it knew who stood there before my eyes could confirm it. Salvatore filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame. Moonlight from the hall spilled around his silhouette, casting long shadows across the floor that stretched toward me like grasping fingers. His dark eyes swept over me, taking in my tangled hair, the sheen of sweat on my skin, the way my fingers twisted helplessly in the sheets. "Another bad dream? or still shaken by the one from last night?" he asked again, voice low. I swallowed, my throat dry. "Y-yes." The word came out too small, too weak. He stepped inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in together. My back pressed harder against the headboard as he approached, the mattress dip

First Person Perspective Elena 's POV For days, I watched everything with careful eyes, studying every movement, every habit, every tiny crack in the pack’s security. I listened to conversations, to footsteps, to the way the wind carried voices from one end of the estate to the other. I learned the patterns, the weaknesses—. the small, careless mistakes that could be my way out. The guards were predictable. They changed shifts at the same exact times every single day, never early, never late. The night guards were the laziest, their discipline slipping as soon as the moon rose high. By midnight, most of them were slumped against walls or snoring quietly, their weapons forgotten beside them. The east gate had been broken for weeks, a jagged hole in the metal barely hidden by overgrown vines. They kept saying they would fix it, but no one ever did. The kitchen staff, tired and overworked, always left the back door unlocked when they dragged the heavy trash bags outside, too exhauste

First Person Perspective Elena The heavy door clicked shut behind Salvatore with finality, sealing me once more in suffocating silence. His words coiled through my mind like poisonous vines, their roots digging deep into my consciousness where I couldn't pry them loose. *There is nothing for you beyond these walls.* *I am the only protection you have.* I pulled my knees tighter against my chest, the rough fabric of my thin nightdress scratching against skin still tender from healed lashes. The dying fire cast flickering shadows across the stone walls, making the room feel alive with unseen threats. Maybe he was right. My father had sold me for a handful of silver. My mate had chosen my sister without a second thought. Even if I managed to escape this gilded prison, what awaited me? Empty forests? Hostile towns where no one would shelter a runaway slave? But then I considered the cost of staying. My freedom - gone. My will - broken. My very soul - bartered away to a man who

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe door creaked as it opened, the heavy wood scraping against the stone floor. I didn’t need to look to know who had entered. The air changed, growing heavier, thicker. That familiar scent—leather and crisp winter pine—wrapped around me before I even heard his steady footsteps.Salvatore stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. The dim light from the window cast long shadows over his face, making his sharp features look even more severe. He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes."Still sulking?" His voice was low, rough, edged with something I couldn’t quite place.I kept my gaze fixed on the cracked stone wall behind him, refusing to look at him. "I’m not sulking."The bed dipped as he sat beside me. My body tensed. His warmth pressed too close. Too overwhelming. A firm hand gripped my chin, forcing me to turn my face toward him."Look at me when I speak to you."Reluctantly, my eyes

First Person's PerspectiveElenaI curled up under the thin blanket, trying to get comfortable, but it didn’t help. My back ached so badly that every little movement sent sharp pain through me. My body felt sore all over, a painful reminder of what had happened yesterday. Of Salvatore’s anger. Of the belt hitting my skin again and again.The door was locked now. I had lost the small bit of freedom he had given me. Just like I had lost everything else in my life.I clenched my fingers into the mattress, squeezing my eyes shut as I thought about my father.How could he do this to me?I always knew I wasn’t his favorite. He always treated Percy better. Percy got the best clothes, the softest words, the proudest smiles. And me? I was just there. But no matter how unfair it was, I never thought my own father would sell me like I was nothing. Sell me like an object. Like an animal.And Ron.My chest ached at the thought of him.He was supposed to be my mate. He was supposed to be mine. But