Novels by Bamy Writes

Lucien’s POVThe moon had long since dipped below the horizon, but sleep refused to come.Teya lay curled beneath my blankets, her breathing shallow but steady. Her body bore the aftermath of the ambush — angry bruises darkening her skin, a split lip, that wound near her ribs. Even in sleep, her face flinched sometimes, like her mind couldn’t let go of the violence either. I sat at the edge of the bed, watching her in the dim light, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.I wanted to be beside her. I wanted to hold her again like I had last night, when everything else had faded into nothing but breath and heat and the whisper of our bond humming between our bodies.But that softness didn’t belong to me tonight.Tonight belonged to the rot.To Kael.I stood quietly, slipping on a dark shirt and boots, ignoring the way my own body ached. There were bruises under my skin too, but they didn’t matter. I couldn’t afford to rest. Not with Teya lying broken in my bed and Kael still walking these hall

Teya’s POVThe weight of his words pressed down on me, thick and suffocating.I remember Reya.He said it like a curse. Like a promise.I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to still the tremor racing through me. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, snarling against the chains I was barely holding in place. Every instinct I had screamed to attack, to dig my claws into him and demand answers, but Kael… Kael was calm. Too calm.“I don’t want riddles,” I snapped. “I want the truth. All of it. What happened to her?”Kael moved slowly, crossing behind his desk like he had all the time in the world. “The truth,” he mused. “You think you’re ready for it, but you don’t even know what it costs.” He poured himself a drink—only one glass this time—and leaned against the edge of the desk, swirling the amber liquid lazily.“I loved her once,” he said, almost to himself. “In my own way. But she was reckless. She asked questions she shouldn’t have. Pushed boundaries that were meant to remai

TEYA’S POVThe mirror didn’t lie. It reflected back someone I barely recognized.The tight black dress clung to my body like sin incarnate, hugging my curves in all the places men noticed and women whispered about. My legs, long and bare, peeked out beneath the hem, smooth and deliberate. I usually hid them beneath the uniform, behind protocol and propriety. But tonight? Tonight, I wanted him to look. I wanted him distracted. I needed him to be vulnerable.I slid the silver anklet around my left ankle, the tiny charm catching the light like a wink from the devil. Every detail mattered. Every inch of me was a weapon, polished and poised. I wasn’t going in there as the broken girl with bruises and ghosts. I was going in as fire cloaked in silk.From the drawer, I pulled out the tiny glass vial—filled with a fast-acting sedative Lucien had warned me about months ago. Odorless. Tasteless. Potent enough to knock out an Alpha in under ten minutes. I tucked it into the small slit sewn inside

Teya’s PovLucien found me in the greenhouse later that afternoon, where I’d gone to be alone and think. The sun filtered through cracked panes of glass, painting lines across my skin. Dust motes floated in the air like lazy fireflies. But I didn’t feel calm.I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump—and the one person who might try to catch me had no idea what I was planning.His footsteps were quiet, but I knew them by now.“Hey,” he said softly, his voice a balm that scraped against my guilt. “You didn’t come back after breakfast.”“I needed space,” I replied, not looking at him. I was sitting on the edge of the broken planter bench, one knee pulled to my chest. “Not from you though. I just needed to think.”Lucien didn’t argue. He sat beside me, close but not touching, his body heat a steady presence in the cool room.“I saw Kael talking to you.”I stiffened.Of course he saw.“He approached me,” I said, choosing my words with painful care. “He acted like he

TEYA’S POVThe morning light sliced through the blinds like a blade, and I winced, turning away from it instinctively. Everything hurts.A dull ache radiated through my ribs, my shoulder throbbed where I’d slammed into the ground, and my knuckles stung from the moment I’d tried, in vain, to fight off one of the attackers. My body was a canvas of bruises, blooming in purples and deep reds, a living reminder of the ambush. But what haunted me more than the pain was how close we’d come to not making it out at all.The mattress beneath me dipped slightly, and I felt the soft press of warmth at my back. Lucien’s scent still lingered on the sheets. Earthy, grounding, with a hint of cedar and smoke. It wrapped around me like a safety net. I sat up slowly, hissing as pain stabbed through my side. A low groan escaped before I could stop it.Lucien wasn’t there anymore, but his presence still filled the room. His shirt hung over the edge of the chair, the first-aid kit still open on the night

TEYA’S POVHis kiss deepened slowly, like a tide pulling me under.There was no rush, no desperation—just a steady, smoldering heat that built with every brush of his lips, every quiet exhale against my skin. His hands remained at my waist, fingers flexing slightly against the curve of my hips as if he was restraining himself.I broke the kiss only to breathe, eyes meeting his again. His pupils were blown wide, the gold ring around his irises molten. For once, there was no fear in them. No guilt. Just want.“I’m not fragile,” I whispered, voice low and uneven.His brow furrowed slightly. “You’re hurt.”“I’m alive,” I countered, stepping closer until our chests brushed, heat blooming between us. “And I need to feel it.”That was all it took.His mouth crashed into mine again—rougher this time, urgent. The restraint snapped. His hands slid up my spine, pulling me flush against him. I felt the tension ripple through his muscles, every inch of him wound tight with the effort of holding ba

The atmosphere outside the mall was thickened, covered with a brooding cloud, the bustling street reflecting its dark gray.The sudden rumbling sent everyone running to and from as if echoing the tension stewing within.Lucy dressed entirely in black-a, a fitted black jacket paired with dark jeans that hugged her silhouette. Her baseball cap hides almost all her face, leaving her long hair hanging down her back like a dark waterfall, exuding her beauty.Every one of her strides reverberates her intention; she hid her face when she came across the CCTV camera while her hand was tucked in her jacket pocket.Desperation clawed at her; this was the only way to mend her broken trust of her brother in her. She maneuvers her way through the common room, passing behind the clerk’s table, feigning pretense as if she was heading to the restroom before going for the door that has 'For emergency only' written boldly by it while trailing the stairs.The storm was becoming heavier, threatening to f

“Just a strand, Sam…..a strand!” Hunter said through his gnashed teeth.He stood pacing the room while Damon worked on his laptop to access Hunter's safeguard camera but he was shocked to realize it had been disconnected from within.“Oh, no… stop using that method!” Sam waved off their intention, it was as if he could see and read his movement from there.Hunter was still seething in anger giving him difficulties to think properly. He had rushed out to the bar not thinking about her security. He chose to today, of all day to dismiss most of his maids because he wanted to be with her alone, he wanted to have that moment with her, he had even abandoned and turned down his sister's request when she urged to see him but out of his foolishness, he had let his emotions get the best of him.He tried to heave a slow breath, not to give Sam the reaction he wanted.Damon had continued sending a code to any of their minions nearby, since those available might have been drugged, it wasn't said,

“What the heck is that about?!” Amelia flared up immediately as they entered the house, her eyes darting, rolling her eyes as frustration set in. She barely forced her way outside through the buzz of reporters.She had decided to stay silent on their way home, practicing her speech, calming her raging heart.She felt tired of everything, she wanted to let things, it was like all her move was being monitored and in between all was another message from a fucking unknown number…..“Have a nice day ahead, more coming!” She couldn't react while they were still in the car and chose to stay mute.She lashed out at Hunter; she needed someone to vent to. She knew everything started with him, everything always turned out in chaos, and here she was, always hooked up in their stupid game. Unbeknownst to her, Sam wanted her as much as she couldn't process.“I had no idea what you're talking about, Amelia!” Hunter said in defiance.“I wanted to surprise you and that's why I never told you anything

“What took you so long?” Hunter sneered.He was patiently waiting for her to come back but when he saw Sam's expression revealing too much ease, he knew he was about to pull a string.This event was basically dedicated to him, and could also be the greatest weapon against him. Lucy hadn't been turning up too much, after the incident with Amelia, she had been staying low and Hunter was surprised when he couldn't see her around.Damon had been busy networking, which looked normal; we are in a business world. Hunter had thought.Damon's eyes flew to the cause of the scene unfolding some distance away.“I am fine, I just needed some time!” Amelia trailed, her voice laced with fatigue.“Do you want to go home? Should we call it a day?” Hunter declared, worries and concerns etched on his countenance.Amelia bit her bottom lip so hard that it bled, and she was moved to tears. Everything was happening so fast, leaving her in a daze, trying to absorb all the information.She couldn't disregard

Hunter's eyes widened in astonishment, his brows furrowed slightly as he took in every bit of her sculpture, her hairstyle down to her new outfit. A flicker of surprise danced across his face, which morphed into a large grin.He leaned forward as he rested his arms on his uncrossed leg. He was taken aback, his partly opened mouth got the best of him, bearing witness to his surprise.The contrast between the nervous manager and Hunter's unexpected expression was obvious. The manager continued shifting uncomfortably, while Hunter's demeanor radiated the turmoil stewing within.Amelia knew what the look meant and couldn't stop her cheeks from flushing red.She was shocked by what the occasion was but whatever it could be, it seemed to hold a lot of value to Hunter.Her hair curled by the side to add to the wavy nature, her slim fitted black gown accentuated her curves perfectly, the slit stopping above the mini thigh revealing her toned skin.Amelia felt his gaze becoming intense, settin

Amelia was engrossed in her thoughts that she never realized when the driver stopped in front of their mansion. She had failed to wrap it over her head. What would have happened if Hunter hadn't stepped in earlier and pulled her out of the car? She had thought he couldn't see her, but she was wrong. Hunter had noticed her mood, to her trembling hands which she had also failed to notice. He was shocked when her guards, who were meant to be protecting her, called him to inform him who she was meeting, though he knew she was just as confused as he was, but he never expected her to take such a risk. “Lia!” Hunter softly echoed her nickname he had always wanted to call her. Hunter signaled the driver to step out which he did. Amelia didn't notice the unspoken message between Hunter and the driver, she felt numb, and she just wanted to be left alone in her space. “Can you take a walk with me?” Hunter requested, gently indicating no pressure. Amelia was forced to pull out of her tra