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Ophelia stood in front of the door, hesitant to knock despite her deep urges. Was she strong enough to handle what she was about to hear? ‘What if I panic again like before?’ she thought, clasping her hands tight. ‘I could make it even worse for the Alpha if I acted in the wrong way.’ A million questions ravished her mind with every passing second. Ophelia was lost in her turbulent thoughts to notice Noah’s stare. He read her like an open book, her eyes spoke it all. It was in the way her irises stop moving as if they were made of porcelain, while her gaze is fixed on something no one can see but her. He held out his hand to hold hers. She snapped and turned towards him, surprised by his presence. “You don’t need to worry,” Noah said, giving her hand a squeeze. “We are here to know what happened that’s all.” Ophelia stared silently into his ruby eyes before she nodded, and finally knocked on the door. They walked inside once they were allowed in. Bernard sat behind his desk, w
“She is not your ward.” The words kept repeating themselves in Noah’s mind ever since he stormed out of his father’s office. Was he too harsh? He wondered, but right now he couldn’t find it in himself to sympathize or feel sorry for what he did with his father. However, he figured that he is ought to apologize, but not now. Not today. The Alpha was too harsh on Ophelia. He has been hard on her ever since the day he forced a fabricated identity onto her. But Ophelia took it all in, she held on. She accepted that it would be hard to live amid them with who she was. So, she embraced her new character, Ella Jenkins. Not even once did she complain. Not even once did she voice her pain. She held her head high and carried on. But that facade never worked on Noah. He saw right through her every time. He could tell the days she felt down and forced herself out of bed. It reflected in her now wine-colored eyes. Sometimes, just sometimes he yearned to see her violet eyes once again. Pe
“You did all this?” Noah said, taking a step forward to inspect it carefully. His fingers traced the pictures, George White, her brother Luke, and whoever was involved in the case from the Moonglade. And that meant everyone. “I couldn’t just stay still,” Ophelia said, admiring her handy work. “I was too anxious, too nervous all the time. I had to get the demons out of my head. And before I knew it, I had already made it.” Ophelia was silent for a moment, but Noah sensed that she had more to say. So, he watched her closely. In the way her eyes roamed the photographs, till it rested on her brother’s picture. Noah couldn’t guess where she was able to acquire it here in Moonglade. “How did you get it?” Noah couldn’t help himself but ask, pointing to the picture of Luke. He reminded him of Ophelia when she first arrived in Moonglade. Fragile and small, with violet eyes and silver hair. The Ophelia he was used to. The Ophelia he sees every day till this day - till this moment. “Well
During the heat of the moment, it slipped Noah’s mind to head to the Alpha’s office. It took him a while to put his wolf at ease and calm his heart. However, in the back of his mind, the image of Ophelia didn’t spare him a moment of rest. He could feel her skin on his. The soothing tempo of her chest against his, her nervous breathing fluttering on his cheek. He shook the thought away and focused on his steps as he headed to his father’s office. He halted at the door before he knocked and said, “Father, it’s Noah.” Once granted permission, he opened the door. To his surprise, Jone was still there. His chestnut hair quivered in the soft summer breeze. “Noah,” Bernard acknowledged. “What brings you here again?” Noah carefully eyed the mortal sitting before his father. Jone gave him that sly smile, the one Noah never interpreted. “I would like to talk to you in private for a moment,” Noah said, turning to his father. Bernard frowned. “I’m in the middle of somet
“Well, you sure took your time with your son,” Jone said, dancing his way back inside the Alpha’s study room.“Some things can’t wait,” Bernard said, gesturing for him to sit down. The human’s continuous movement was making his headaches worse. “Where did we stop?”Jone sighed, disappointed to be back to business again. “As I said earlier, there is still nothing to report,” he said, picking at his nails. “Everything has been the same for 6 years.”Bernard was quiet for a minute before he said, “And that rogue merchant? Do you know anything?”“That rogue?” he asked, need not an answer. “He disappeared. Never spotted after.”
“See,” he whispered. “I told you there are prey at night.” Ophelia didn’t hear Noah speak next to her, but she felt his body next to hers. The sensation was too foreign to her skin as if she secluded it to only focus on the prey before her. She had no intention of harming the animal and it was reflected in her aura emitting from her body. The tiny animal held its head up to stare at the new company, it showed no signs of hostility or fright. Ophelia grinned, extending her hands to the animal to show she had no intention of hurting it. When the bunny licked the tips of her fingers, she felt happiness rush through her. She went back to the child she was years ago, before any of this. The thrill of the hunt made her forget the rough reality she lived. Here in the forest, she was the predator. This was her realm. “You wanna keep it?” Noah asked, sitting beside her. She shook her head. “This is its home. I was only tracking it.” Noah nodded. He turned to study the area around th
“Did Valarie care to mention what the Alpha wants?” Ophelia asked, crossing her hands behind her back. “I don’t know,” Noah said. His answer was too blunt for Ophelia to like. “Hard to believe that she keeps secrets from you,” Ophelia said. Her voice meant to irritate him but it failed. “Secrets?” Noah scoffed a laugh. “You ought to know once we arrive anyway. So what’s the rush for?” Ophelia hummed as she gave his question some thought. There was just something unsettling in her stomach. A bad feeling that something is going to happen. Something she won’t like. “I don’t know,” she muttered. “Just an unsettling feeling perhaps.” Noah took a moment to read the worry on her face and hoped it would be nothing. He held out his hand to place it reassuringly on hers. Ophelia jumped at the sudden touch and turned to look at his scarlet eyes. They shimmered in the dimly lit hallways like a lantern with a fire blazing on a cold winter night. For a minute, Ophelia thought she saw the
“Noah,” Ophelia called, racing down the hallway. “Noah!” she called again. But Noah never stopped he kept going to God-knows where and he was fast. She stopped for a minute and took a breath before she ran after crazy long legs, and grabbed him just in time. “Hey! I’ve been calling you!” she said through ragged breaths. Noah didn’t spare her a glance. “Let go of me, Ophelia,” he said bluntly, his voice was dark. Darker than she had ever heard him before. “I won’t,” Ophelia said. “Not until you tell me what the hell was that.” She felt his muscles relax under her grip and he finally looked over his shoulder at her. He was in agony. His eyes were shades darker than they should be. A dark cloud hovered over his face, making his features as sharp as razors. Just what is going on with him? “There is nothing to say, Ophelia,” Noah asked, pulling his arm gently from her grasp. “You should go now.” He took a few steps forward before Ophelia intercepted his path again. “Are you craz
*THIS IS A FREE CHAPTER IF YOU WERE CHARGERD PLEASE CONTACT GOODNOVEL*As this journey comes to an end I'm left with many doubts regarding the way I did it. There were days when I wanted to quite, but my heart desperately clung on to the last string of hope. The novel wasn't going along as well as I thought it would. Through the darkest days I had to remind myself that there are readers out there enjoying it. The last 2 years have been a roller coaster in my life, writing was hard, I barely had the time or the energy. But as I finally got a breather, I decided it was time to end this book. I ended it to mark the end of a phase of my life, and the life of my characters... Some might see it was rushed, but, it was the only way I saw it coming along.I the excitement of reaching the end gave me power to keep on going... And now the thrill of starting a new journey is giving me power. I believe to start something new, you need to end the past. And I did. These characters all repli
It has been a year since 18.6.2024…The day Ophelia’s life had taken a turn forever. It was hard at first to keep on living, to be the only survivor it got to her harder than ever since all hope had vanished with the day she set E.VI.L on fire. However, time proved to be stronger than any sensation that lingered after that accident. She soon began to overcome it all. Though she never forgot. But it didn’t hurt as much anymore. Having Noah and Luke by her side made it all easier since she focused on preserving what she had left rather than what she had lost. She was sure that would be what her clan wanted her to do. She lived on carrying their memory with her every breath. “Ophelia!” She snapped out of her trance to return to reality. Luke hovered over her as she crouched down before her parent's graves. It was summer now, the snow melted and the sky above was clear. The birds sang atop the trees behind the graves of the Crescent. Flowers sprouted beside her parent's graves in s
The ocean spread vastly around the yacht in all directions. The horizon line turned dark blue as they sailed away from Glaham. The sky weaved with the water in perfect harmony. There were little to no clouds in the sky. It had been raining cats and dogs the past few days. She appreciated the sun today. Ophelia took a seat on the roof of the yacht, it was all in white, the metal, the fabric, it all gave a sense of serenity with the sound of crashing waves against the boat’s belly. Luke on the other hand couldn’t decide if it was better on the roof or the deck, and in his pursuit, he climbed up and down over a dozen times. Finally, when they were halfway through their journey, he decided to settle next to his sister, his pale features were paler as he sat with a loud thud.“All is good?” Ophelia asked raising an eyebrow, offering her pack of chips that she saved from her brother’s wrath. Luke waved her off and gagged. “I think I’m getting sick.”“I told you not to eat too much before
Later after Ophelia left Noah, she headed to her room to change into something more comfortable for the long way ahead. It would take them almost half a day to reach the organization according to Luke’s statements. They will take a ship from the shores of Encford. Ophelia recalled Margret, Enzo’s daughter. News of the Alpha’s death has probably reached them by now. This whole trip was to fulfill her promise to Enzo, to get the medicine needed for his daughter’s survival. Alpha Laura promised to do her best to study the medicine and replicate it if possible. Aside from the promise, she wanted to see what it was like for Luke there, and the other Crescents. During Luke’s interrogation, he mentioned that some Crescents were still held captive by the organization. Ophelia held back from having any hope at all. It has been a long time since their capture, there was no knowing what changed in them during these years. She was able to bring back her brother, deep down she wanted to save
The last gift…As Noah told her earlier, he was present for his father’s funeral. Ophelia never got the chance to attend funerals except for her clan's.But she was sure they were meant to be more crowded than this. It was her, Noah, and his parents, Merrick, Oswald, and Hero. No one else came. No one wanted to be here. The Council only approved this burial as a thank you to Noah for being a hero. Ophelia didn’t judge them, she would be lying if she said she felt sorry for Dustin. She was here because of what it meant to Noah. He wanted to bury a part of him with Dustin. Lock it all underneath the wooden lid of the coffin, and deep into the ground. Perhaps then, it would make his heart feel lighter. It was raining lightly now in the woods, the sky was paid actor as it shed tears over all those they had lost, the water droplets puttered against the leaves above their heads in a steady rhythm. Noah chose to bury his father on the flat land next to the lake. He hated this lake, alway
Rain…The rain continued for the next two days. The sun shined behind the dense clouds, its rays escaping through the gaps to illuminate the destruction of Glaham. The horizon was a thin line of smug and debris. The rain puttered on the leaves of what remained of nature and the trees. The once bright and soothing woods ringing the mansion now resembled a ghost city. Ophelia stood at her window, the rain drizzling down her window heavily. Her heart ached at the state of Moonglade, it reminded her of the time she returned to the Crescents after the arson. The destroyed homes, the blood-soaked streets, and the bone-chilling cold. Her eyes refocused on her reflection in the window. She looked tired. Her platinum white hair was tied up behind her head, her eyes were red-rimmed with lack of sleep, and dark circles reached her cheeks. She was dressed in a black button-up shirt and a black skirt. All the black brought attention to her tired and wary pale face. Whenever she closed her eyes to
Ophelia…The world went serene. Time stopped as if someone pushed the pause button. Warm light shyly intervened from the heavens. There were no shadows, or demons threatening the fated mates. Noah felt at ease as if someone was hugging his heart from within. The throbbing in his chest was gone the moment he saw Ophelia crouching in front of him, her long platinum hair falling like a curtain around her face.Noah got to his feet, lighter, his footsteps echoing in the air as he knelt to her side, gently touching her shoulders. Ophelia trembled softly under his touch, she slowly held her head up, her eyes shyly popping out between her messed-up hair. Her violet eyes were rimmed red, she had been crying. Noah couldn’t help the smile that touched his mouth.He rarely sees tears in Ophelia's eyes; when he does, he can’t help the empathy crawling into his heart. The need to protect every strand of her moon-like hair, and keep the tears from ever finding her eyes again. Noah extended his ha
“Come forth! Nymeria!”The eruption started from inside Ophelia. She felt it in her chest as it rattled against her rips, something was breaking free of constraints. Nymeria. She blazed in violet and light as if Ophelia was the center of a torture and her fire burned bright around her. It sent a shock wave in a ring around her, bringing the battle’s attention to her. She felt the ecstasy wash over her. In her hand, her power took form. It materialized from thin air into the most beautiful sword Ophelia lay her eyes on. The blade dazzled as it caught the light, it seared in the smug air, as if a star fell from the star right into her hands. The metallic hilt wrapped around her hand and wrist gracefully like satin. The sword was light in her hand, she felt it pulsating in her palm as it came alive. Nymeria, she thought feeling the she-wolf resonate within her very soul.I’m with you Ophelia, Nymeria said, her voice echoing in her mind. This is your power. Wield it!Ophelia took it a
“We do this together!” Ophelia stood center, Merrick and Hero on her right and Oswald on her left, she felt their auras pulsate in the air around them.“Are you sure you are well enough to fight?” Merrick muttered, his voice low only for Hero, but Ophelia heard it. “I’ve never felt better,” Hero said, stretching his arms over his head. Laura’s power healed the broken rips and wounds on his abdomen. He could feel the phantom of the pain where his shoulder dislocated, earlier a boulder fell from a collapsing house shattering his bones. Laura undid the damage with her healing powers. Ophelia couldn’t prickle to hear their conversation longer. Dustin stood before them unmoving, watching them with a cold lifeless expression, a smirk touched the corners of his mouth. It was the most upsetting thing Ophelia had ever seen in her life. It reminded her of clowns – the ones you run from.Behind him, the wall he built stood tall and thick, separating them from Noah and the others. Noah stopped