All Chapters of Novaturient: Crescent Lovers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“It’s time to wake up,” Ophelia groaned as she turned on her side, to avoid the light that flooded the room when Sarah opened the curtains. She has been out all night with Noah and right now she was starting to regret she did that. “Come on, Princess,” Sarah sighed, trying to grab the duvet off Ophelia. But she was holding on to it for dear life. “You will be late for your training again. You know Sir Ryan won’t be pleased.” “Nothing ever pleases that man,” Ophelia mumbled, fighting to keep the duvet. “So just let me sleep some more!” “My Lady you can’t do that!” Sarah exclaimed, finally succeeding in pulling the cover off her. “I was informed that you have a match today with the Young Lord, you can’t skip it!” Ophelia sighed in defeat as she forced herself to sit up. It was the excitement of beating Noah that trilled her enough to get up. Despite beating him over and over in the last couple of years, the matches only got more frequent. Every time his ego as the young Alpha gets

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

“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

“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.”

“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