Novels by Okuguni Sam

Emerald's POVFrom across the street, I stare at the diner. I've eaten here with Myron before, back when it was cool to be his wife. The red awning has the words RIPPIN written in yellow, jagged letters. It looks like the title of a horror movie. I'm watching the street as I wait. Five minutes later, a taxi pulls up to the curb. Amie comes out of it. She stands on the pavement and begins to look nervously up and down the street. She's wearing an armless top and a short pleated skirt. She rubs her arms with thin hands.Seeing her alone like this makes me hesitate. Whatever information Amie has dug up, it feels important enough that it would be safer if Eli were here to hear it too.I pull out my phone and dial his number. It rings several times, but he doesn't pick up. Is he with Sarah?The thought that he's with a woman suddenly isn't the best one at the moment. I suppress a sigh, pocket my phone and get out of the car. As I cross the street, Amie spots me. Her eyes widen a little

Emerald's POVI arrive at the Council building, but I just sit behind the wheel, staring blankly into space. There's a cold pit in my stomach. What am I going to say if they ask me why I want the records for Selene Golden? Besides, she might not even be registered as Selene Golden yet if they aren't married. Except Myron is the Alpha. He could have officially registered her already without any of the usual public fanfare. It’s possible—especially considering I must already be entered into the registry as an adulterous wife, officially cast out of Myron's house.My palms sweat on the leather steering wheel, and my hands tremble as I force myself out of the car and walk up the steps. There are a few glances from staff members standing around the entrance. Yeah, look all you want. I'm the former adulterous wife of your Alpha. Screw every single one of you!I stop at the main lobby desk and stare down at the girl lazily chewing gum behind the counter. "I need information."The girl gi

Emerald's POVAt some point, I know I am going to have to get a place of my own. Eli has kids. He also has Sarah—even if Sarah hasn’t actually visited yet, she occupies a very real, very legal space in his life. Eli and his family need privacy, and inserting myself into their daily routine feels like an intrusion I have no right to make.So, the moment we pull up to the house and Eli announces he needs to talk to Zach and Gray, his teen sons, I clear my throat. "Can we have a minute first?"Eli pauses and he turns to look at me. He joins me on the couch. As he moves closer, his fresh cologne is swallowed by the grassy scent of his wolf . . . a scent that always seems to short-circuit my common sense."Talk to me, pumpkin," he says, his voice low and thick with care. I swallow, wishing for the hundredth time that he would stop calling me that. It feels almost alien to be addressed with such a sweet nickname after everything that has happened over the past few days."I just don't wan

Emerald's POV The two men, acting alpha Eli and his beta, Kresten, come to an abrupt stop in front of me. “Emerald? What are you doing here?” Eli asks. “Can I have a moment alone with him, please?” I say to Kresten who begins to take several steps back from us. Once I'm sure he can't hear me, I look at Eli. “Who is the White witch?” Eli sighs, frowns, and rubs the furrows of his forehead. “Emerald, you were eavesdropping. You didn't have to—” “The truth, Eli. I want the truth,” I reply, a resolute hotness rousing inside me. “I’ve had enough of this madness. I'm in the middle of something I don't understand. I'm tired of being played.” “No one is playing you.” “That prisoner said the white witch is already in the gates. In this pack. Are you going to continue to act like everything is alright with this pack? I just lost my marriage, my family, and the circumstances doesn't strike you as strange?” My voice has risen an octave but I don't care if Kresten or anyone else h

According to Kresten, he quickly sent out his men when he found out what had happened at the jail office. His men had scoured the woods and found this man who looked like he had survived a kerfuffle with a momma bear. They dragged him back, questioned him about the escaped assassins and he had mouthed the words, “Witch, White one.” Kresten had then brought him back here and locked him in one of the rooms in the armoury. It is a fairly large building with a parapet on which is mounted a guard post. The man is slouched in a chair like his bones are trying to fold in on themselves, clothes tattered, eyes wide like a trapped animal. He smells like burnt sage and fear. He keeps looking around like he expects someone to jump out from the shadows and drag him back to whatever hellhole he just crawled out of."Where did you come from?" I ask him, folding my arms. “Who sent you?”He doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes flick from me to Kresten, then down to the table between us. When he fina

A door swings with a loud sigh, a murmur of voices and my eyes that were going to sleep slowly flutter open. Eli? Is he up and walking around again? Is he expecting trouble, like it happened at his place days ago? I raise my head slowly until I can see the strobe of light in the gap under the door. There’s someone in the house, and it’s not Eli. There are two voices, the unfamiliar one is louder, tentative. It can’t be Myron, can it? I strain my ears trying to catch the words but the yawns again and the voices are gone. My racing heart settles and I lay back on the pillow. The mansion is a fortress, guarded by soldier lycans that turn to rabid butchers, not to mention the guards armed with weapons with silver rounds. We are safe here, not even Myron would dare make a move on me here. That bastard. My heart begins to race again, bitterness taken over. I occupy myself with the imagination that Sarah has sneaked in, called on the phone by Eli, and my face bristles with heat. Whatever