Novels by Anna Solo

EthanI sat beside her hospital bed, my heart pounding in my chest. The cold, sterile atmosphere of the hospital was suffocating. The rhythmic beeping of the machines was the only sound breaking the silence, but all I could focus on was her - Rose, lying there, looking so small, so fragile. This wasn’t her. The woman I knew was a firestorm, full of life and strength. But now, her skin was pale, her lips cracked, and she looked like she was made of glass, ready to shatter at any moment.I leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her skin felt cool to the touch, much too cold. A lump formed in my throat as I struggled to contain the rising fear. I had never felt so helpless. I, the Alpha, the one who always had to be strong, was now at the mercy of fate - waiting, hoping, praying.Where had I gone wrong? How could I not have known? I replayed the last few weeks in my head over and over. Maybe I should have noticed she was more tired than usual. Maybe I should have stoppe

EthanAfter a long, exhausting day in the office, all I wanted was to crawl into bed next to Rose. Being near her had become something I couldn’t live without. Her warmth, her presence - it was all that allowed me to truly rest. But when I knocked on her door, there was no answer. I tried again. Still nothing.A strange unease crept into my chest. I turned the handle and opened the door to find the room cold and dark. A quick glance revealed the impromptu art studio she’d been using was untouched. Something wasn’t right. I decided to wait for her, assuming she’d show up soon, and sat down on the bed, scrolling through work emails on my phone. Slowly, exhaustion won, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.A while later, I stirred awake. The room was still dark, and her side of the bed remained untouched. Panic started to gnaw at me. A quick glance at my phone told me it was 2 a.m. I tried to link Rose through the pack-link, but there was no response. I tried again. Still nothing. The knot

RosemaryIn the early afternoon, I received a mind-link from Dr. Bella asking me to come to the hospital wing. All day, my mind had been spinning with the possibility of being pregnant, and the concept of becoming a mother. The thought terrified me. I had never had a role model for a loving family, and the idea of creating one of my own felt foreign, almost impossible. The doctors had once told me I couldn’t have children, and I had accepted that. It felt like a decision had been made for me, a choice I never had to face. But now? I wasn’t sure if I was more scared or excited - or both.On the way to the infirmary, Ethan caught up with me. I tried to keep things casual, dodging his concern.“I’m just checking this stomach bug,” I said with a forced smile. “Nothing serious.”“Okay, love,” he replied, his eyes soft with concern. “Just let me know if you need anything.”I nodded as he turned and walked toward his office. Watching him disappear, I felt a pang of guilt.When I arrived at t

RosemaryI woke up with the urge to throw up again. Untangling myself from Ethan’s embrace, I quickly ran to the bathroom, feeling my stomach twist violently. After making sure I had emptied everything, I changed into fresh clothes and quietly sneaked out of the room. The air outside was cool, a stark contrast to the heaviness in my mind, and I found myself wandering through the pack’s grounds aimlessly.As I entered the woods, the shadows of the trees stretched before me, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. The silence of the night was almost comforting as I found a spot by a tree and began to undress. Shifting came quicker now, though the sensation still made my skin feel like it was aflame, and the cracking of my bones was something I hadn’t yet gotten used to. But once I stood on all fours, a sense of freedom surged through me. Being in my wolf form felt like stepping into a part of me I never knew was missing.I started running, the wind rushing past my fur, my senses heigh

EthanAfter parting from the guys, I mind-link Rose to let her know I’m coming to her room. As I open the door, the sound of her throwing up and flushing the toilet greets me. I lean against the bathroom door as she’s rinsing her face.“Are you okay? I thought yesterday was just nerves,” I said gently, concern lacing my voice.“I thought so, too. Probably just a stomach bug,” she replied, her voice weak.“Maybe you should see a pack doctor,” I suggested, trying to hide my worry.“I’ll go if it’s the same tomorrow,” she concedes.I walk over to the bed, sit down, and pat the spot beside me. She joins me, resting her head on my shoulder. There’s something so vulnerable in her right now, and I instinctively wrap an arm around her.“So… did you talk to Nathaniel?” she asked softly.“Yeah, everything’s okay now.”“Good, I’m glad,” she said, relief in her voice.I kiss her forehead gently, enjoying the closeness between us. “I wanted to talk to you about last night. How did it feel, finally

EthanSitting in my office, I focus on the bond with Nathaniel and Dylan, reaching out to them through the pack’s mind-link. Nathaniel arrives first, his posture rigid, clearly bracing for whatever conversation awaits. I can see the weight of guilt pulling at him before he even speaks.“Ethan, I want to apologize,” he starts, but I hold up my hand, cutting him off.“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I need to know if my mate is in danger.” My tone leaves no room for further discussion.Nathaniel swallows hard, like he wants to say something more, but thinks better of it. Silence falls between us, tense and unspoken. A few minutes later, Dylan arrives, his usual light-hearted energy absent as he sits down.“Well, tell me what you found,” I prompt.Nathaniel takes a breath, gathering his thoughts. “You won’t like it. We went to the murder scene, and it reeked of the minions’ scent. We found out more about the victim, too - he was a rogue, a former pack member in the US. He betraye