Novels by enosam92

Eli's jeep is burned to crispy ashes, the evidence I came to search for is gone, stolen. The fire service guys have gone. A tow truck from the deputy's office is coming in the morning to take away the remains of Eli's jeep. I'm cornered. Sitting in the waiting area of the hospital, my face buried in my palms, the thought of getting up and walking away tempts me with an all new fancy. I could go up North, join my mother in the lumber business. I could start all over again, maybe take over one of my father's businesses, the trucking company maybe. What then? Where's the clean slate if I don't clear my name here? This lies, the damaged reputation will go ahead of me, and before long, I'd be pushed to flee again. And again. No. Running is out of the question. I'll stay and fight. But fight who? I'm not even sure if Myron is doing this or—my eyes fly open and I stop breathing. Selene. What if it's this Selene trying to frame me, this woman who has a child for Myron—if inde

Elder Mara gives me a wary look as I approach her. Her voice is low when she says, “Not here, Supreme Alpha Eli. Follow me.” I follow her, unease creeping up the back of my neck. This woman has been elder for more than a decade. And in all those years, I've seen her deliver judgement without bias, until tonight. We round a dark corridor and the elder turns to me. “Elder Mara, three days?” I ask. “The rule book says a week for the offender to find proof if they have none ready.” “Alpha Eli, what's going on?” “What's going on?” I ask her, confused by her question. “I'm talking about Emerald, my brother's wife.” Mara looks up and down the corridor, her eyes are wild, as if she expects trouble, and when she speaks again, her voice drops even lower. “Look, something is going on I should tell you, but I can't talk here.” “Mara, why did the council give Emerald three days to find proof of her innocence when the rule book says one week?” I ask again, getting irritated by this fid

I lunge for the purse, heart pounding, excited by the prospect of finding the DNA test result. I dig through the contents of the purse. A lone lipstick, keys, a pen—no plastic bag, no test results. My chest tightens. Confusion racks my brain: did Eli take it? Has he been pretending about not knowing what's happening to me? Or is someone trying to frame him too? But why? And how the hell did my purse end up in Eli’s car? Eli, who drove me here, who stood by me. My crush, my godfather, the one man I trust. Or thought I trusted. My wolf whines, torn between longing and suspicion. Did Eli take the test result? Is he working with Myron? Is he part of this? I shake my head, hating the thought, but it clings like damp earth.I slump back in the passenger seat, replaying the hearing. Myron whispering to that Southern Province enforcer, their mutinous gray eyes glinting. It hits me—Myron’s not just framing me. He’s setting up Eli, too, using his enforcers to undermine the Supreme Alpha. My

My head spins, heart pounding as I pace the strange bedroom, torn between returning to disgrace back at the pack, or walking away forever. Hot tears prick at my eyes, and desperation claws at my chest. I let Myron turn me into a doormat, his fists stealing my pregnancies, and still I tried to outsmart him without watching my back. I crumple against the bed, sliding down the post, face buried in the sheets where I woke beside that stranger. Tears flow, unstoppable, but I don’t care. Minutes pass in sobs until Eli’s horn blares outside. Suddenly, I remember I should have my purse with me, and the DNA test result in it. Wiping my eyes, I scan the room—no purse, no DNA test proving Myron’s son with Selene. “Damn,” I mutter. “He took it—”“Took what?” I whirl to see Eli at the door, his blue eyes soft with concern. Should I tell him? He’s all I have left, but Myron’s his brother. Blood ties run deep. “I was waiting for you,” he says. “You okay? Lose something?”“No,” I lie, voice sha

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