Novels by enosam92

Myron strolls into the room past the other three men, his lips on the verge of a smile but his eyes setting off sparks of anger. The man beside me wakes up too and looks at Myron, he gasps, “Shit…Emerald, who are these people?” His mop of dark hair falls over his left gray eyes and he brushes it off, glancing at me. He pulls the soft silky covers over his lean, ribbed abdomen and gives me a questioning look again. “Emerald?” “Who the hell are you?” I snap, pulling away from him. He replies, “What?” his forehead creases. Eli sighs, an embarrassed hand covering his face as he leans against the open door. The name of the situation hits me instantly like brick fresh out of the kiln: I've just committed adultery. Myron's angry eyes fall on the succulence of my cleavage, a disgusting twist of his lips tells me all I need to know: he believes I'm guilty of this grave sin. Who wouldn't? My dress is a clump on the floor, along with my boots, caked with mud—mud? I must be far from my hom

Myron is fagged out, slouching on the couch when I enter the apartment around late afternoon. I stare at his almost magnificent figure for a long time, listening to his raspy breath, his head flung over the back of the headrest. No, plucking a strand from his hair is a completely extreme sport. For all I know, his wolf can sense me standing here on the threshold between the large living room and the kitchen area. I push the anger and weighing sense of defeat aside and walk into the bathroom we both share and look around at the white walls—if they could talk, they'll remind me of how many steamy lovemaking has happened here. I have to know. I have to know if Myron has been cheating on me. I need proof of his infidelity. His brush is not here. He probably left it on the dresser in the bedroom. A quick glance at his figure still sleeping in the living room, I quickly make my way to the dresser, rescue a strand of his black hair and tuck it away in a separate rubber bag. Trembling h

My legs tremble slightly as I make my way through the crowded children's ward, memories of the beaten by Myron and the loss of another baby still fresh in my head. Admin had called an hour earlier while I was getting cleaned up from the loss of the baby to tell me one of the doctor's called in sick. Now, a bit lightheaded but determined to cover for my colleague in the pediatric ward, I'm standing over a cute two year old boy with wavy brown hair and oily dark eyes. He's sitting on the chair opposite my desk, hands folded across his chest, in a pose that uncannily resembles my husband Myron's own. “Hey, cutey,” I call breezily as I come around my desk, “What can I do for you? What's wrong?” The boy looks up at me and my heart stops for a beat, the flushing lightness in my head stops. The boy is a spitting image of Myron, and I would have chucked that to coincidence if he hadn't smiled. His melting smile ends in a crease on both sides of his cheeks, just like Myron's own. He bends

Another baby, another pregnancy lost because I married an abuser, a wife beater for a husband.What kind of man beats his pregnant wife and costs them not just one but two of their babies in the space of one year?This is just too much for me to bear.I don’t even know how I feel right now.Pain? Anger? Sadness? I don’t know…..I just feel— Empty, void, a broken vessel of nothingness.I should divorce him, I know, I should have done so the very first time he put his hands on me but I can’t. Divorcing Myron is giving up my family legacy, the Alphaship will be passed from my bloodline completely since we have no child together.He’s not even originally from our pack, what would the pack members think of me?I can’t….I just can’t.I sniff hard, wiping my eyes but it’s useless, the tears won’t stop pouring. I want to stay strong but I feel so weak, within and without.Twice I have carried life inside me and daydreamed, even in my sleep, I did dream about holding them in my hands, I saw

The day Alpha Eli Golden is crowned Supreme Alpha of the West Province, my husband kicks me in the stomach, blood trickling down my thighs as I cradle the secret of our unborn child. I should be out there, playing the perfect Luna to our pack, but here I am—trapped, gasping, and wondering if today’s the day he finally kills me.Out of the twenty-four packs he will now rule over, Eli chose to hold the ceremony in our pack, the Blue Moon pack, in honor of my father, his late best friend. I’ve adored Eli forever—my godfather, my unattainable crush—his presence a rare light in the shadows of my life. My excitement for him should be the headline of this day, but instead, it’s the dread pooling in my gut as the door to my room creaks open.I stand from my dresser the moment I catch his scent, my heart leaping, breath shallowing as he steps inside. Not Alpha Eli, but my husband—Alpha Myron Golden, the black wolf of the west, as they call him. The only pure black wolf in a province of multico