Novels by Skylar

KIERAN I call the operations room on the comm the minute I leave the call, “ operations,” I say, a voice responds immediately, “yes high commander.” “Prepare a strike team.” I grate out. A few seconds of silence followed by a “yes sir.”The rain still doesn't stop. It bangs against the windshield of the car, hard as we drive towards the impound for a search and arrest mission.The accident wasn't an accident, I remember the way his bones met the road in that sickening crack that replays in my head time and time again.On paper, this place was just an impound for old and used cars before they were recycled, a concrete lie if you ask me.The convoy drives into the steel gates of the impoundment.But the moment I step out of the vehicle, boots hitting wet pavement and little puddles of water, Fenir rises sniffing for any signs of blood spilled.He has been restless and agitated, not for violence but for truth. The air reeks of oil, rust, and a voice crackles in my ears.“Commander,

KIERAN My boots hit the hallway, as I'm going for a meeting this morning, the chatter from radios buzz everywhere, then the hushed voices of officers as they notice me.The air smells like fear and blood, the kind that settles into the bones of men, who know exactly what I'm capable of.“High commander on deck!” The announcement rises through the halls, instant movement from soldiers, officers straighten their stance, then bows follow too.I don't acknowledge them beyond a brief flick of my eyes. That's all they get. That's all they need.Because weakness gets people killed.I scan their face as I pass, noticing tiny details most people would miss, sweat gathering at their collars, a twitch in a jaw, eyes that drop the minute i pass.“Commander.” A young officer jogs up beside me, his breath uneven from breathing too hard, and trying and failing to match my stride.I don't look at him immediately, “Report,” I say finally.“The southern patrol has secured the perimeter around the city

ETHAN My hands won't stop shaking, not adrenaline but fatigue, the kind that settles into bone and stays there, low and constant, like something buried under the skin that refuses to die.I flex my fingers slowly, and the skin across my hands is split, swollen, and bruised. The dried blood cracks open and stings again, I don't even react.I can't work in a firm or anything that requires checking of identification. The dock shift has me working for eight hours, carrying steel crates that smell like salt and diesel.My shoulders feel like they want to fall off, and now I'm at the next job, as a bouncer my back pressed against the door of iron lung, the bass from the music pours out.That's the only thing keeping me awake, the music, I close my eyes for a second. “Hey don't sleep on the job, man.” My eyes open, slowly as I struggle not to punch him, but I can waste energy on men that don't matter.The line shifts, as Alphas shove past me, one after another , checking and testing if I w

KIERAN His scent fills my office, that's what I like waking up to now, not the noise from the soldiers getting their daily drills in, not the amount of work I have to do today, the scent but it's getting fainter by the day I need to get him back.I move up, grabbing the coffee from the coffee maker on my desk, going to my desk, and starting up the pad.Fenrir shifts inside me, restless, pacing in tight circles like a caged animal.“You smell it too, don't you?” I mutter under my breath, a low rumble answers from inside me, in agreement, not confusion or a memory.During the wedding, he told me if he had to spend his days with Rhea, he was going to kill her, and to prevent that, we moved to the office.We had married her, but that's for now. It states by law that if I found my mate, it could be resolved, so I'm not bothered.“He's not dead.” The amount of relief that piece of information brings to Fenrir could be bottled and sold.As i get daily reports of the movements of bandits and

RHEAThe thought of killing Magnus sits in my chest, I don't move from the floor. Forty-eight hours, Magnus voice croons in my ears.Forty - eight hours to betray a man who already acts like I don't exist, to either secure my future or burn everything to the ground.When morning arrives, the dining room glitters , gold table, gold cutleries, it isn’t even set for breakfast.No glass, no plate, nothing, and the absence of Kieran from the house.I sit at the head of the table anyways, the servants pour in putting food in front of me, i don't even look at it.“Where is my husband?” The words cut cleanly through the room.One of the servants, “Kieran has asked….” I stand up and walk cleanly towards her, slapping her face. “Only I get to call him Kieran. It's high commander Vale to you.”“Continue.” The head steward croons out. “ The high commander reported to his office at 4am, Luna.” Of course he did. “He has also requested that all his meals be delivered to his office until further no

RHEA“Madam. We're here.” The driver says from the driver's seat.By the time I step out of the car, no one greets me when I get back to the Vale mansion, no bows , no one even pretends, the courtyard is half empty, where the reception was going to be held is a graveyard.“He cut her, and we know when an Alpha cuts someone, it doesn’t heal, right.” A servant adds, they are moving too quickly, guards avoid eye contact, the air smells of gardenias, I don't stop walking as my gown trails behind me.I don’t slow down because I need a private space to break down while looking like an actress from a horror movie.On getting to the door of the mansion, which is wide open.My thirteen tier cake is being wheeled in, and it stands at the center, white, perfect, and untouched.The frosting on it has started to harden, with crack visible on it.The petals at the top falling to the floor, accepting their fate like I have accepted mine.I take one step towards the stairs, and it echoes in the empt

ROMAN I pat my lap and she smiles as she sits like a child across my knee and puts her head on my shoulder. I shake the blanket and spread it over us and she nestles into me. “I love you,” she whispers as she kisses my neck. “I love you too.” I smile softly. “Go to sleep.” I kiss her forehead and before I know it we are both snuggled and content and sleeping like babies. This is the meaning of my life. +++++++++++++++++ Ana I sit and look in the direction of Callie who is putting my lip gloss on. She kisses me gently on the cheek. “It’s here, Ana. You’re going to marry him for realss in front of the whole world this time,” she looks at the clock, “in approximately ten minutes.” A knock sounds on the door. “Come in,” I call out. A Hawaiian girl bows her head and enters with a white gift box and I smile broadly. “For you, Miss Ana,” she says softly. I smile and bow. “Thank you,” I reply as I take it from her. I inhale deeply as I open the card attached.

ANAThe stubble on his face is burning me and I don’t give a damn if it’s a third-degree burn and I need to go to hospital. At this moment, I need this man to do exactly this to me. There isn’t anything else I need more.He swipes his tongue through my flesh again and adds three of his fingers and I jump at the pleasurable sting.“Sshh,” he whispers. “It’s ok, baby,” he comforts.He leans up and kisses me passionately again and my body starts to relax and then he starts to ride me with his hand, deep hard strokes that move my body up and down the bed and which rock the bed so hard it hits the wall. My back is arching off the bed with need. His eyes are locked on mine as my hands find his forearm to feel his muscles tighten with the firce of it movement.“Open your legs wider,” he whispers as his cock hang in arousal. I drop my legs to the bed and my eyes flick to his shoulders where I can see every muscle flex with his movement.He cracks his neck hard and that’s it, I can’t ta

ANAHe smiles into my kiss. “It will always just be us,it has always just been us.” He says into my kiss. He grabs the button of his shirtand starts undoing them at the nape and pulls it off his shoulders, and takes off his shoes and pants. My eyes drop down the magnificent beast in front of me. He is thinner than before but somehow more muscular if possible. There is a distinct V of muscles that runs down his lower abdomen, his six-pack is exposed, as are the wide shoulders and cut arms. I follow his stomach down to his dark pubic hair and then his thick penis that hangs heavily between his legs. I smile as my eyes rise to meet his, and he smirks darkly.“Yes.” He smirks at me.I smile as I shake my head. “You are just so fucking hot,” I whisper,I will never get used to this.His dark eyes hold mine and he cracks his neck hard, there it is. He rips my pants down to the floor as he kisses me deeply.“I need to be fucked hard tonight, Mr Petrov,” I whisper into his kiss. H

Chapter 221ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile.As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.I shake my head. “Ana, you have just been through so much. I’m not taking you like this in the back of a car,” I whisper as I kiss her again.“This is our car. This is our life. And I need you inside me more than I need air,” she whispers defiantly as she rolls her hips again onto my cock. Her eyes darken as her eyes watch my lips.“I need this, Rome. I need you,” she whispers into my mouth and my eyes close in relief. I lean back and undo the buttons on my pants and release myself and she smiles broadly as her eyes glaze over again. She starts to really kiss me as

AnaI sit in the back of the car with a huge smile on my face which I can’t control. I’m going to see him. For the first time in months I’m going to see my love. We are waiting in the car outside the prison exit door located at the side of the prison entrance. There are cars lined up and news reporters telecasting from everywhere and for once I don’t judge them being here. I want the world to see the footage of the moment he is set free.My man is fucking innocent.Sasha and Dimitri are in the front seat and we have brought his Limo at my request. I want to be alone with him on the hour-and-a-half drive home. This is it,I look at my watch again 12:35 pm. He is being released at 1 pm. I clasp my hands nervously on my lap as I wait. Yesterday after the police came I was transferred by ambulance to hospital but thankfully was released this morning.My eyes flick out the window as I think of Gloria and what she went through. I feel nothing but deep pity for her. The level of g

ANAI lie in the hospital bed late at night and the last of the police officers takes his final notes. Sasha and Dimitri are at the end of my bed and haven’t left my side since they found me this afternoon. Thank God they found me. I’m so grateful they were there with me when it ended. I won’t let them out of my sight because I’m worried if I take eyes off them for even a second they are going to disappear and none of this will be real.“Is there anything else you can think of, dear?” the officer asks.I shake my head. “No,” I reply and my eyes flick back up to him. “Actually yes,” I reply slowly“Are you sure he’s ok?” I ask.The officer smiles sympathetically. “Yes, like I told you the last three times. The only person who died today was Gloria Ivanov and she had another gun under her jacket and without a doubt was going to kill you. It was self-defence, Mrs. Petrov. You did the right thing. The other offender, Boris,is under police guard in hospital but he will make a ful