Novels by S_Wolfe

Luciano's POV I've been running surveillance for three hours.Campus security cameras, parking lot footage, traffic patterns around the school. If the facility is watching Amaya, they're leaving traces. They have to be.My laptop is spread across the dining table, multiple windows open. Javier's beside me with his own computer, cross-referencing student enrollment with social media profiles. Looking for inconsistencies. People who appeared out of nowhere with no digital footprint.Like Amaya did two years ago.Like Cara did this semester.Alvaro's on the couch with Amaya tucked against him, both of them supposedly watching a movie. But I can see him in my peripheral vision—constantly touching her, running his fingers through her hair, pressing his face to her neck to breathe in her scent.The bond is riding him hard. Harder than me or Javier, though we're all feeling the possessive pull."Found something," Javier says quietly.I lean over to look at his screen. He's pulled up a list

Alvaro's POV I can't stop touching her.My hand finds the small of her back as we walk across campus. My fingers brush her arm when she shifts her bag. Every few seconds, I need the contact, need to confirm she's here, she's real, she's mine.The bond is screaming at me. Has been since last night. My mate was hunted. Chased. Terrified. And I wasn't there.My wolf is clawing beneath my skin, demanding I take her somewhere safe, somewhere far away from threats. Demanding I mark her so thoroughly that anyone who looks at her knows she's claimed. Protected. Off limits."You're doing it again," Amaya murmurs as we approach the library."Doing what?""The alpha thing. The possessive hovering thing.""Get used to it." I don't even pretend to apologize. "You're ours now. That means we hover."She glances up at me, and there's something in her eyes. Not quite annoyance. Almost like she doesn't hate it as much as she claims.Good. Because I'm not stopping.Luciano and Javier are flanking us,

Amaya's pov I wake up surrounded by warmth.For a blissful second, I forget everything. Forget Cara, forget the facility, forget the black sedan. There's just the safety of strong arms around me, the steady breathing of my mates, the bond humming contentedly.Then reality crashes back and my eyes snap open.I'm sandwiched between Alvaro and Javier. Alvaro's still asleep, face relaxed in a way it never is when he's awake. Javier's eyes are closed but I can tell from his breathing he's awake. Probably has been for a while.Luciano's in the chair by the window, exactly where he was when I fell asleep. He's watching the parking lot, alert despite the early hour.None of them left. They stayed with me all night.My chest aches with guilt and gratitude in equal measure."What time is it?" I whisper."Six thirty," Javier answers without opening his eyes. "You slept about five hours."Not enough, but better than nothing.I try to extract myself from Alvaro's grip, but his arms tighten immedi

Alvaro's POV She's trembling.I can feel it through every point of contact—my hand on her back, her face pressed against Luciano's chest, Javier's arm around her shoulders. Amaya is shaking like a leaf and it's making my wolf absolutely feral.Someone followed her. Threatened her. Made her afraid.And I wasn't there to stop it."Let's get her inside," Luciano says quietly, but I can hear the rage underneath. He's keeping it controlled for her sake, but barely.We guide her up to the apartment, keeping her surrounded. I scan the parking lot, the walkways, every shadow. Looking for threats. My hands are curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.If that car comes back, I'll rip it apart with my bare hands.Inside, Javier locks the door behind us. Multiple locks—deadbolt, chain, the works. Luciano steers Amaya to the couch and she sits without protest, which tells me how shaken she really is. Our girl always fights, always pushes back.Right now, she's just sitting there. Staring a

Amaya's pov I barely make it through first period.My mind won't stop racing. Cara's alive. She's here. Which means the facility's reach might extend here too. Which means I might have led danger straight to the people I care about.To my mates.The thought makes my stomach twist violently. I've spent two years being invisible, keeping my head down, making sure no one looked too closely at me. And then the bond happened, and suddenly I'm visible. Connected to three of the most prominent guys on campus.If anyone from the facility is watching, they'll see me now. They'll see my mates.My phone vibrates in my pocket for the tenth time. I know without looking it's them, worried, feeling my distress through the bond. I can't answer. Don't know what to say.When class finally ends, I slip out the side door and head for the one place I know they won't immediately look—the old greenhouse behind the science building. It's been abandoned for years, windows cracked and cloudy, plants long dead

Amaya's POV I'm walking the east wing hallways before first period, coffee in hand, trying to clear my head.It's been three days since dinner at their apartment. Three days since I told them about my mom, about my fears, about everything. Three days since I promised to really try.And I am trying. I let Alvaro walk me to class yesterday. I had lunch with all three of them in the cafeteria instead of hiding in the library. I even stayed over at their place Saturday night after the hockey game, falling asleep between Luciano and Javier while some action movie played in the background.Small steps. But they feel huge.My phone buzzes with a text from Alvaro—something about meeting him after third period—and I'm smiling at it when I realize I've wandered into a part of campus I've never explored before. The science wing extends further than I thought, branching off into older hallways that look like they haven't been updated in decades.The fluorescent lights flicker overhead. It's quie

I don’t even know why my hands were still on the knife.It was stupid — so stupid — because all it was doing was keeping Caius’s blood warm against my skin, and the longer I felt it, the harder it was to pretend I didn’t notice the way it… throbbed. Not in a heartbeat way. In a wrong way.I should’ve dropped it. Let it hit the dirt, walk away. My brain told me to. My body didn’t care.Kieran’s standing there, shoulders tense, jaw tight, eyes locked on me like I’m a bad dream he can’t shake. And yeah, he looks pissed, but not loud-pissed. Quiet-pissed. The kind that feels worse because you know it’s boiling under the surface.“You’re making a mistake,” he says. Calm. Too calm. The calm before—“Yeah, probably.” My voice comes out too flat, too quick. I want to laugh it off, but my chest is tight. “But it’s mine.”Lyra’s pacing, boots sinking into soft moss with a muted squelch. Her hand’s twitching toward the hilt at her hip. “We gotta move. They’ll come for him. And for us. Especially

A sharp gasp tore through the silence, and I froze, helpless, as Caius’s teeth sank deep into my neck. As the pain erupted, a fierce white-hot flame, but beneath it, a wild heat spread, fierce and alive, pulsing with the raw, primal power of his blood. My body arched against him, not fighting, but releasing a cry that ripped out of me, half terror, half a dark, urgent hunger. He was marking me, claiming me again, twisting every inch of me into something new. I was no longer just myself. I was his.Caius held me tight, one hand tangled in my hair like iron, the other moving with slow, deliberate cruelty. I could feel the searing burn beneath my skin, the magic slicing through me, stripping away every trace of who I had been. Colors warped and spun behind my eyes, red, black, and fire bleeding into one another like a shattered mirror.Then Kieran’s roar erupted—a guttural, raw sound ripped from his throat, full of rage and desperation. He was on us in a heartbeat, a storm of motion, but

"I don’t think I want to."The words fell from my mouth too fast, too sharp, like I’d thrown them out to hurt him, but the moment they were in the air , the silence that followed made me wish I could snatch them back.Kieran’s head snapped toward me, that storm in his eyes swelling darker, black leaking into the gold like night devouring daylight. His jaw ticked once, a sharp pulse in his temple, and I knew he heard the truth in my voice, not just defiance but temptation, and that was worse than if I’d spat pure hatred. His wolf pressed close to the surface, his scent flooding the space, wild and biting, claws scratching under his skin.But it wasn’t him I should have been watching.Caius’s hand slid up my thigh again, slow, deliberate, like every inch he claimed was his alone, like Kieran wasn’t standing right there ready to tear him apart. His thumb dragged lazy circles just shy of my hip bone, heat licking through me until my pulse jumped hard in my throat. His other hand stayed br

I stared at him. He didn’t just say that. He couldn’t have.“You’re coming?” I whispered, the words catching in my throat.He paused at the large, dark wood armoire, a slow smile spreading across his face as he turned to face me. "Of course, I am," he purred, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "We have to greet them."And something about the way he said it sent a shiver crawling down my spine. It wasn’t a shiver of fear, not exactly. It was more like a jolt of electricity, a recognition that whatever was coming, it wouldn’t be a fair fight. Lyra, who had been standing silent and still, shifted her weight. "My Lord, with all due respect, sending the entire war party into the forest is a dangerous move. They could be baiting us into a trap."Caius simply scoffed, not even bothering to look at her. "Let them. A trap for them, perhaps. Not for us. We'll meet them on their own terms. And we'll show them what happens when they dare to challenge the new order."He said the last part with a

Chapter 29 - OLD FRIENDS~ ~ Astrid ~ ~I woke up tasting blood and pleasure.It wasn’t a dream. My body remembered every brutal detail, every agonizing stretch, every blinding wave of an orgasm that had ripped through me. Consciousness returned slowly, not like waking from sleep, but like surfacing from a deep, dark ocean.The first thing I registered was the sheets. They were silk , impossibly smooth and cool against my bruised skin. I wasn’t on the chaise lounge. I was in his bed.The second thing was the scent. His scent. Ozone, ancient stone, and him. It was everywhere, clinging to the silk, saturating the air, sinking into my pores until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.A low, dull ache throbbed in my neck. I lifted a trembling hand to the spot, my fingers brushing against two small, raised punctures. They weren’t bleeding. The skin around them was strangely warm, humming with a faint energy that felt both foreign and intimately familiar. It felt like him.I sat up, t

CHAPTER 28~ ~ KIERAN ~ ~The office stank of my father.Old leather and the cheap cigars he smoked when he thought no one was looking. But the scent that was missing was the one driving me up the wall. Astrid’s. That faint trace of lavender soap that always seemed to linger here, a constant reminder of what was supposed to be mine.Now, there was just stale air and the smell of a dead man.I shoved the pack ledger away from me, the heavy book sliding across the polished wood. Three days. For three fucking days, I’d been trapped in this office, listening to the panicked whispers filter through the walls.A restless energy thrummed under my skin, making it impossible to sit still. My wolf wanted to hunt, to tear something apart. Anything. The trackers had come back with their tails between their legs. Her scent, they’d said, just stopped. Vanished at the edge of the Forbidden Forest like she’d been plucked out of the sky. All they found was a scrap of her dress.Useless.A knock at the