Novels by Meritsky

ClaraOnce we reached outside, Mr. Wallace bowed his head low, worry flickering in his eyes. “I just hope I’m not in any sort of trouble,” he murmured, his voice uneasy.“Oh no, Mr. Wallace,” I assured him with a small smile. “Get home safe. And please send my regards to your mate and your child.”He bowed again before turning away, relief softening his shoulders as he headed off.I let out a long sigh.Honestly… Abel’s jealousy was exactly what I needed today.Sorry, Mr Wallace—you were the perfect tool for it.But when I turned around, there he was.Abel.Standing just a few feet away, watching me with that unreadable expression. And yet… he kept his distance. Why? Was he still avoiding me? Still holding himself back when he wants me close to him.“Um, I guess I’ll excuse you,” Randy said quickly, taking a step back.I snapped my head toward him. “Oh no. I have a meeting with Elder Marc. There’s no need for you to leave.”And it was true—I really did have a meeting with Marc. The ma

KlausNow that his wife is back, everything has become more complicated. His hold on the title—something I have been working for years to destabilize—will be harder to challenge. If the elders take one good look at her and find her impressive, then I’m finished.No, I can’t afford that.I have to act fast and act smart. There’s no time to waste, not even a second.“Come in, Sinclair,” I called, my voice echoing through the room.He hurried in almost immediately. “Alpha Klaus,” he greeted, head bowed low like the useless mutt he is. “I’m afraid… it all failed. The assassin sent didn’t return, and no report was brought back.”Pathetic.Absolutely pathetic.Is it until I do everything myself before something gets done? Must I be the one handling every single thing before I can finally get rid of that idiot? I should have ended him the moment I had the chance. I should have slit his throat along with his father’s and taken this pack as my birthright.But no, back then I underestimated him

ClaraI thought I heard someone at my door last night, but when I opened it, no one was there. I guess it must’ve been my imagination.Now, it's morning, so I stayed in my room to eat breakfast. But not long I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and soon enough, there was a knock.“Come in,” I said, still focused on my meal.When I finally lifted my head, I stopped chewing immediately. Pamela stood there, a baby boy resting on her arm.She just stood tall, staring at me. She looked different—childbirth had changed her.“It’s rude to stand there like that, Pamela. At least greet your Luna,” I told her.She actually had the nerve to scoff.“And who are you to tell me what to do?” she fired back. My fork slipped from my fingers.The old me would’ve kept quiet. That was before. I glanced at the maid.“Escort her out of my room. And she’s not allowed back in here again.”The maid bowed her head slightly and started toward Pamela.“I came to see you, and you treat me like some stranger? D

AbelThere I was again—losing control.I dragged a hand over my face and leaned back against the wall, forcing myself to breathe, to steady the storm inside me.I thought I could handle it. I thought I was stronger than this. Turns out I wasn’t even close.My eyes dropped to the hard length, straining painfully against my pants.“Calm down,” I muttered under my breath. “You’ve got this. You can hold it together.”Just one more year. One year wasn’t that long anymore. I could wait. I had to wait.And if you’re wondering why—why I’m fighting this so hard, why I refuse to touch her beyond what I already have—it isn’t because Clara isn’t of age. She is. In our world, she’s old enough.The problem… is me.It’s my family.It’s the history I refuse to repeat.My mother got pregnant at the age of sixteen. Her body wasn’t ready—she was smaller than the other she-wolves her age, fragile in ways she never admitted. And carrying me cost her. I grew up watching her pay for it every day. Weakness i

Even when I met his eyes, he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Took you long enough,” he said. I turned to lay on my back, and he settled onto the bed, sitting upright.“How long have you been here?” I asked, my voice soft, still heavy with sleep.“Long enough to fall asleep and wake up,” he replied, and I immediately sat up.“You didn’t even take your shoes off,” he complained. I glanced down at my feet—they were bare. I guess he had taken them off for me.“How many hours have I been asleep?” I asked. He glanced at the clock on the sidetable next to the bed.“Well, considering the time Randy told me you got back, that would be five hours,” he said casually, turning back to me, “and of those, I slept for two.” He added, eyes glinting with mischief, “and I waited for you for one.”I tilted my head slightly as I studied him. “And why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.He chuckled low. “How am I looking at you?” he asked, moving closer across the bed.“Well… you can stay a little f

ClaraThis was all new to me—the soft, lingering press of his lips on mine, the warmth radiating through my body, and the heat building below my skin as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. His strong, steady grip made me feel both vulnerable and safe, his breath mingling with mine in a quiet rhythm only breaks by our shared heartbeat.If he said we only had twenty minutes, I would claim every second, committing the feel of him to memory, because after this brief encounter, it would be another long six months before I’d hold him again.He carried me across the room and laid me gently on the bed, his lips still tracing mine like a flame licking at dry leaves—urgent, yet controlled. His hands rested firmly at my waist, his fingers pressing into the soft curve where my ribs met my hips, but he didn’t let them wander further. He seemed to be battling an inner restraint, as if invisible lines were holding him back.When he finally pulled away from my mouth, his lips moved to my neck, p

ClaireThe moment he asked, a hiccup escaped me—half surprise, half confession. Do I want to touch myself?God, yes. His voice alone, low and rough through the phone, sent heat pooling between my thighs. A secret part of me had been waiting for this, a call, a text, anything. I craved what he could give me. Right now, hearing him, I wanted nothing more than to slide my hand down and ease the ache he’d planted. But I couldn’t let him know. Couldn’t let him see the hold he had on me. So I lied. “No, not really,” I said, but even I, didn’t believe the words. My voice trembled, betraying me. He chuckled—slow, dark, knowing. “What are you wearing right now?” he asked, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that licked along my skin. I bit my lip, leaning back against the headboard, the phone pressed tight to my ear. “A red nightgown,” I breathed, the words shaky, slow. “What material?” he pressed. I swallowed. Truth was, this nightgown was new. After he’

PattieFinally, I was going to see my precious Liam again. I had missed him terribly—especially the way he handled me in bed. A whole year of boredom… from work to Ian. Ugh. Ian, the man who couldn’t satisfy me even if his life depended on it.But then again, Liam had spoiled me too much. After him, men like Ian barely moved a nerve in me.I let my heels carry me into the club, my eyes sweeping over the scene—women grinding on the dance floor, men throwing money in the air, the heavy, sensual music vibrating through my chest.Just before the corridor, two of Liam’s men stood guard, blocking the entrance. The moment they recognized me, they stepped aside immediately. Of course—they knew exactly who I was, Liam's number one.I only hoped Liam wasn’t inside getting his dick sucked by someone else. I wanted to get on my knees for him myself.As I walked down the corridor, I stopped at the office door where Jerry stood, smiling as always.“Welcome back, ma’am,” he greeted politely.I smile

ClaireThe moment I stepped into the living room, Luppy rushed toward me with that bright smile she always wore—until she looked closely. Her smile dropped into a small frown.“Madam, your face looks puffy… Did you go for a crying show?” she asked. My eyes widened instantly and I touched my cheeks. “Oh—no, no. I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” I said quickly, lying so she wouldn’t worry.But I instantly regretted that excuse because her cheeks turned red, and the look on her face told me exactly where her thoughts had gone. “Oh, I see, madam,” she said knowingly. I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out.“Is there any food? I’m starving,” I asked, desperately trying to change the topic. “Oh, there’s food, all right. You’ll need your strength,” she teased. “No, that’s not—” I tried to defend myself, but she was already turning away, and I just ended up laughing.It was Sunday, so Riette should be back from Mass anytime soon. Oh God—Sunday. I should have gone too. What was I

Claire Right now my thoughts were a mess, clashing against each other in ways that made my chest tight. Having him here beside me would only tangle everything further, so maybe it was better that he went back to his room. Besides… we had done it several times already today.So I repeated the words quietly but firmly, “Leave, Liam. I want to sleep.”He exhaled sharply, like I had asked him for something impossible. Then he finally pushed himself off the bed, my eyes following every movement. He adjusted himself, tucking his dick back into his pants while looking directly at me. His voice dropped low, teasing but edged, “You should really sleep, Mrs. Claire. We can have sex later.”He started toward the door.“Why don’t you leave the same way you came in?” I asked.He stopped, turned, and gave me a knowing smile. “Oh, you cunning woman,” he murmured before unlocking every single thing I had locked and letting himself out. He closed the door sharply behind him.I let out a long breath I

ClaireI couldn’t sleep. I had called Luppy to say I wouldn’t be home tonight—Riette’s phone kept ringing out, and she assured me he was asleep, which eased one knot in my chest. Then she added that Ian had stormed out without a backward glance. His problem.Those are my children’s savings, and he has no right to touch them whenever he pleases.I lay awake for a long while, the room thick with quiet, but as the night deepened, my eyelids finally surrendered and sleep pulled me under.Then I felt hands on my body—slow, deliberate caresses that sent warmth blooming across my skin. It had to be a dream; I had locked the door myself and double-checked it. But the touch grew hungrier, more insistent, and when I opened my eyes, there he was, his face inches from mine, breath warm and laced with whisky. “Thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” he murmured. “How did you—?” I began, but the words melted as his finger found my clit and began rubbing, slow circles that made my hips twitch in

ClaireI blinked, stunned by the absurd thing that had just come out of his mouth. My face must have betrayed every ounce of disbelief, because he straightened up and flashed that infuriating grin.“Oh, come on, Mrs. Claire,” he said, still smiling like a schoolboy who’d pulled off a prank. “I swear on my dead mother’s grave I won’t lay a single finger on you.”I stared at him. “So that means you’re not taking me home,” I concluded, mostly to myself. Whether I left tonight or tomorrow, the damage was already done. By morning the marks would be darker, the bruises blooming like accusations.“And who, exactly, caused* the way I look right now?” I snapped.He nodded, utterly shameless. “Yes, ma’am. One hundred percent my handiwork.” He said it like he was proud of a masterpiece, and I hated him for it.“You must be starving, Mrs. Claire,” he continued, as if we were discussing the weather. “This way. We should eat.”I didn’t reply. I just followed him. The hallway was silent exc

“You actually make me laugh, Alpha Kendrick.”Maya rose slowly from her seat, her chin high, her voice cold as steel. Her eyes bore down on Kendrick, who sat stiffly at the long dining table like a king without a crown. “How does it feel? Tell me, how does it feel knowing the woman you once desired—whose entire family you had slaughtered, who you had bound, beaten, humiliated—now stands above you, untouched and stronger than ever?”She stepped closer, her presence like a shadow looming over his once-proud frame. “Does it make you feel pathetic? Worthless?”Kendrick’s nostrils flared. With a furious roar, he slammed his fist against the table. Plates jumped, cutlery clattered. In a blur of movement, he was on his feet and at her side. His eyes—once bright with arrogance—now burned with rage, glowing like fire trapped behind ice.Still, Maya didn’t flinch.He grabbed her chin, rough fingers pressing into her skin as he forced her to look up at him. “Don’t test me, woman,” he growled, h

Her wolf drew back, and it was clear Altair's wolf wasn’t pleased with that. He paced around her like a predator eyeing its prey—and she could feel that’s exactly what she was to him.Every instinct in her told her to run and hide, but his scent overwhelmed her senses. He sniffed at her rear, and before she could react, Altair’s wolf was preparing to mate.Realizing what was happening, Maya tried to shift back into her human form, but she couldn’t. Her wolf, it seemed, wanted it too.They had never done this before, so she wasn’t sure what to expect. A sudden thought struck her—had he done this with others? The idea stirred emotions in her she hadn’t even known she could feel.Before she could resist, he was inside her. Her eyes widened briefly before her wolf relaxed, surrendering to the act. As they moved together, he bit into her neck, and she let the sensation consume her.It was unlike anything she had experienced in their human form. She didn’t think she could ever get used to t

Alpha Kendrick was granted entry, striding in with an air of authority as he followed the butler. As he surveyed his surroundings, he realized that the crimson pack was everything he had heard, igniting a deep-seated jealousy within him. The fact that he was now a subordinate to Alpha Altair infuriated him; he despised everything about the situation and would not hesitate to eliminate both Altair and his so-called mate if given the opportunity.A large door swung open, and Alpha Kendrick was ushered inside. At the center of the room stood an elegantly arranged table with chairs, where Alpha Altair occupied the head seat, while a delicate figure sat with her back to Kendrick.Upon entering, Kendrick's posture shifted dramatically; the confidence he had exuded moments before was replaced by a demeanor more befitting one of Alpha Altair's servants. "Greetings, Alpha Altair," he said with forced politeness.Altair merely hummed in response, a slight smile gracing his lips. "I believe I a

The following morning, Maya awoke to a sharp pain in her back, acutely aware of a body pressed against her. Without needing to turn, she recognized who it was. The previous night had been intense; he had taken her with a primal fervor. Initially gentle, his demeanor had shifted as the hours passed, becoming increasingly aggressive. Despite the discomfort she now felt, she couldn't deny the enjoyment she had experienced. "Are you awake?" he murmured, kissing her ear. "Yes," she replied, her voice sluggish. He chuckled and sat up, tousling his hair. Her stomach growled, prompting him to turn and laugh. "Stop laughing," she said, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. The night’s activities had left her ravenous. He rose from the bed and lifted her as they made their way to the bath. In a nearby forest, Reece surveyed the area, spotting a house that appeared in disarray. As he explored, he stumbled upon something that made him recoil; the remains of what seemed to be a long-

She was immersed in pristine waters, embellished with the most exquisite fragrance, and dressed in a delicate nightgown, preparing to spend the evening with her partner.For Maya, this all felt so soon; she was still navigating the depths of her grief. Although months had passed, the ache lingered, refusing to fade.Then she recalled his words after they had marked each other: "You have a new family now." Those words brought tears to her eyes as she admired her reflection in the mirror, her hand instinctively reaching to touch the mark he had left on her.She had not anticipated the bite would evoke such pleasure; initially painful, it soon transformed into a tingling sensation in her stomach. She couldn't quite identify that feeling, but it was one she enjoyed.A maid knocked on the door, announcing, "The alpha is on his way." The other maid, who had been preparing her for the evening, quickly bowed their head and exited, leaving Maya alone.

"I don't want you," she snapped, her frustration evident. He merely smiled, which only fueled her anger further. "You will reject me right now," she insisted once more.He stepped closer, prompting her to retreat slightly while keeping their eyes locked. "Shift for me," he commanded.As he observed her, a chuckle escaped him; he finally understood why Alpha Kendrick had acted as he did, though it did not excuse his treatment of her family."And why should I do that? If I do, will you reject me?" she inquired, a glimmer of hope flickering within her. He regarded her with a blank expression. "I don't believe I will, even though I once thought I might. Your wolf has surfaced, and mine is relentless in its desire to claim you," he replied with a calm demeanor.She shook her head defiantly. "No, I don't want this." He reached out to gently touch her face, causing her to flinch at the contact. Her heart raced in her chest. "See, you feel it too. I under