Novels by Mia Chuks

Selene's POVI fell back, sobbing in relief.The nurses moved quickly, cleaning the lightly then wrapping her in soft blankets.“It’s a girl,” Dr. Javier announced with a smile.They placed her in my arms first, and I held our daughter for the very first time. My tears ran freely, my whole body shaking as I cradled the little life I had just brought into the world.“She’s perfect,” I whispered.Killian leaned in, pressing a kiss to both of our foreheads. “You both are.”Holding my baby in my arms was the best feeling in the world. Something inside me shifted the moment her tiny weight settled against my chest. It was like the entire world had gone quiet, and all I could hear was her little breaths.But then one of the nurses stepped forward gently. “Luna, it’s time to clean her up properly. Just for a moment, then we’ll bring her back to you.”The thought of letting her go, even for a second, made my chest ache. Still, I nodded slowly and handed her over.The nurses moved quickly, wip

Killian’s POVSelene spent some time holding the baby, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way she kissed the little girl’s forehead, I knew she was imagining our own daughter in her arms and so was I.In just a few months, we’d be parents. A new beginning was waiting for us, and for once in my life, I wasn’t afraid of what the future would bring. I was excited.When we finally returned to my chambers, it was time for her to rest. I held the door open and stepped inside with her, watching as she walked gracefully, despite her little sighs, and sat down on the edge of the bed.Everything about her had changed. She had gained some weight, which only made her glow more and sexy. She sat with a soft sigh, brushing her hair from her face. Then her eyes lifted to me. “Killian,” she said, “to think that you would have taken the joy of a father away from that little princess.”I paused for a second, then let out a long sigh. She was right. The memory of that day haunted me. If it weren’

Selene's POVFrom behind me, Killian’s voice came. “Please, Michael. Don’t hold on to this. Forgive her and let’s move forward from here.”Michael paused. I could feel the tension in his breath. And then, he finally moved. He reached down and lifted my mother from the ground.She looked up at him, her face streaked with tears, trembling like a child. And then he pulled her into an embrace.Something inside me broke and healed all at once. I burst into sobs and wrapped my arms around both of them, holding on as tightly as I could.After all these years, after all the pain and separation, we were finally a family again.***6 MONTHS LATERFather forgave mother, and he returned to the Sacred mountains while she stayed with us. It was a new beginning for all of us.The maids and guards now bowed with respect whenever I passed, and they addressed me as Luna. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace. No fear of Lucian. Six months had passed.I sat on the bench, one han

Selene's POVThe guilt in Killian's eyes was impossible to ignore.“Selene…” He said softly. “Every time I close my eyes, I still see your face when I couldn’t stop. You were so pale, and I thought…” He trailed off, shaking his head.I squeezed his hand tighter, forcing him to look at me. “But I’m here,” I whispered. “I’m breathing and I’m alive because you gained control on time. Don’t you dare forget that.”He looked unconvinced, but I didn’t let him speak. I raised my free hand and touched his cheek. “If you spend the rest of your life blaming yourself, you’ll miss everything we fought for. We didn’t come this far just for you to punish yourself.”He leaned into my palm, closing his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured.“You won’t have to,” I said with a soft smile. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”For the first time, I felt some of the tension in him ease. After a while, I drifted into sleep. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already brig

Killian's POVHer blood… gosh, her blood tasted so good. It was like drinking the sweetest honey, and I didn’t want to stop.“Killian, please stop!”The voice echoed in my ears, but I didn’t even know who was speaking, all I knew was the taste of Selene.But deep inside, I knew what I was doing. I knew this was her blood, my Selene’s blood, and I was draining her. I wanted to stop, but the sweetness overpowered reason. My body screamed to keep going, to take more. It was like a force pushing me deeper.But then, as her trembling voice kept calling my name, it came with memories. How she told me to trust her. How she said our bond was stronger than this blood pull. How she believed I could fight it.I growled against her skin, my fangs still in her, but my mind pushed its way back to control. I forced myself to stop.When I lifted my head, her pale face came into view. And my gaze… my gaze darkened as I saw the damage I’d done.“I'm sorry” I whispered.“It's okay. You did great.” She

Selene's POVKillian and I rushed toward Soteria, my breathing was ragged with fear.“Soteria, quickly,” I gasped, clutching his hand tighter. “We’re going to perform the ritual!”Soteria spun toward us. “Okay, okay stand here, both of you.” She pointed frantically at a circle etched faintly in the dirt.Killian and I scrambled into position. My chest heaved as I looked between them. “What next?”Soteria’s fingers moved, tracing patterns in the air. Sparks came from her palms like liquid light. “I’m making the potion. Both of you have to drink it.”“What?!” My voice cracked with panic. “You could’ve done that earlier—”“It would only take a minute!” Soteria snapped, sweat beading on her temple. “Now stay still.”A minute felt like an eternity. My throat was dry, my legs twitching. I risked a glance back to see Lucian straining, his eyes blazed with fury, while Michael and the other wizards pressed in tight formation, light streaming from their joined hands to bind them in place.“We c

The fourth night blurred into the fifth, and then, suddenly, I was back in my clothes, standing outside like nothing had happened. My phone buzzed with James’s messages, but I felt nothing.He had finally filed for divorce. Good for him.That afternoon a driver came to fetch me. James had “reported” me to his parents. I almost laughed; the man who’d been running around impregnating strangers was suddenly the victim, reminding me that this was a man's world. I went anyway, wanting to see the performance and what his parents had to say.Their house smelled of money and old perfume. James’s mother sat stiff and regal, pearls at her throat, a look of polite disgust in her eyes. His father didn’t bother hiding his contempt. James lounged in a corner like the wronged saint he was pretending to be.“Mariam,” his mother began, voices slightly raised the moment I entered. “Mother, I hope you're doing okay,” I greeted her, which she ignored. “We think it’s time you stopped this… behavior.” Jam

I woke up the next day not knowing what it held for me. My marriage was on the verge of collapsing; the perfect life was an illusion. How would I even tell my family? By the time I was finally single, now my sexuality was to be questioned too.James has left the house today. I was going to check the building James gave me and start furnishing my apartment; it felt like a dream to me.When you arrived at the villa, it was so fine and lovely an elderly woman was already cleaning, and some workers kept on whispering things. “Madam looks so fine, yet she can't keep a man,” one said. “Didn't you hear he took another lady to the hospital, and she seems pregnant for him?” the other one added.“Hmmmm…” I coughed; hearing my voice, they all looked frightened. “So what were you saying? Continue,” I said. “Sorry, Ma,” they apologized. I hissed and walked away. I was going to drive every one of them when the villa had been put in order.On my way back, just then, my car stopped, making me panic

I told myself the dating profile was just for revenge. A petty swipe at James.But now, every night, I found myself staring at my phone, waiting for him to write.His username was common, nothing flashy like the men in my life that were all about control. Ping, it was a text from this username again.Caden_88: You look like a woman who knows what she wants.I texted back, “What makes you think I'll give it to you?” Caden_88: Because I would rather not own you. I want to see who you really are.Every word from him felt like a hook sliding deeper. He didn’t ask for nudes. He asked about my childhood, my first heartbreak, and my favorite smell. He made me feel seen in a way James never did.I typed with trembling fingers, “Why do you sound like you already know me?”No reply.James stirred beside me, asleep, oblivious. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I’d promised myself no more secrets, yet here I was texting a stranger in the dark while my husband breathed next to me. I

James was a shadow at the edge of the driveway, his hands jammed into his pockets, but the way his shoulders were set told me he’d been pacing. When our car rolled to a stop, his eyes locked on the masked man first, then on me, and something in his face changed recognition, fury, and jealousy all at once.He took two hard steps toward the car.“Mariam,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Get out.”I hesitated, feeling the masked man’s fingers tighten on my knee. “Your husband,” he murmured, his tone a taunt under the mask. “He would remember me.”James’s gaze flicked back to the man in the mask. “Darius,” he spat, as if the name tasted bad. “I knew you looked familiar. We met at the restaurant on our anniversary, and now you're after my wife, so pathetic.” The masked man tilted his head. “So you do remember. Good. Then you’ll understand why she’s safer with me tonight.”“Step away from my wife,” James snarled. His fists clenched. “Now.”The masked man gave a small, mocking bow. “S

They whispered as I walked past them, their eyes darting away the moment I looked up. I had never felt so naked without taking off a single piece of clothing. James was gone, Brenda in his arms, and all that remained of my composure was a smear of lipstick and the echo of my threat.I didn’t chase him. I didn’t apologize. I let the pity wash over me like rain, because pity was safer than respect.“You made quite a scene,” a voice murmured behind me. Darius. I didn’t have to turn to know; his scent always arrived before his hands.“You said you’d handle Jessica,” I said, still watching the door where James had disappeared.“I will.” He moved closer, his tone almost amused. “But you’ve already handled yourself. Everyone in that room saw the cracks. James’s perfect little wife just destroyed his façade.”I drew in a shaky breath, trying to steady my voice. “And what does that make me?”He brushed his knuckles along my wrist. “Free.”The word hit me harder than I expected. Free. As if fre

While Jessica and I stared at each other, neither of us was ready to back down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James’s entire body stiffen. His gaze froze on her. Brenda. His mistress, as I bit my lips trying to suppress the rage rising in me.She shouldn’t have been here if Jessica had not tried to mess with me by bringing her here. James’s fingers twitched against his glass. He was panicking, and Jessica saw it.That smug little bitch leaned closer, whispering, her lips curving in triumph. “Your husband looks nervous. Don’t worry, Mariam. I’ll make sure I drag you down and ruin your marriage.”I wanted to slap her at that moment. Or even silence her. I was desperate. I had told myself no one was going to use me anymore. My eyes scanned the room for that one person, Darius.I was slowly relying on this man more than my husband. Everyone wanted to play with my naivete, but for him, I’ll gladly surrender. Our eyes met, making me remember our little interaction earlier as my cheeks