Novels by Thessa

Aeliana's POVThe bathtub is enormous.Like, ridiculously enormous. It's carved from what looks like a single piece of black stone, deep enough that the water comes up to my chest when I sink into it. Elena keeps adding ice like actual ice, until my teeth are chattering and my skin has gone from feverish to merely warm."Better?" she asks, settling into a chair beside the tub with a cup of something that smells like mint and lavender."Manageable," I replied while leaning back comfortably against the stone, grateful for the relief even as my body protests the cold. "Is this really necessary?""Trust me, without the cooling treatment, you'd be climbing the walls by now." Elena's dark hair is pulled back in a practical braid, and her amber eyes, just like her brother's but softer and hold a wisdom that seems older than her years. "I've seen unmated females go through heat. It's not

Aeliana's POVI wake up burning.Not the feverish kind of burning that sends you reaching for aspirin and cool cloths. This is something else entirely. Something that starts deep in my core and spreads outward like liquid fire, pooling in places that make my breath catch and my thighs clench together.What the hell?The dream clings to me like a second skin... Caelan's hands mapping every curve of my body, his mouth trailing fire down my throat, the delicious weight of him pressing me into silk sheets while I whispered his name. Even now, fully awake, I can still feel the touch of his fingers, still taste the wild honey sweetness of his kiss.My body aches with want. Real, physical need that makes my skin hypersensitive and my heart race. The silk nightgown feels like torture against my heated flesh, every thread a caress I don't want but can't escape.Get it together, Aeliana.But I can't. Every breath brings his scent... pine and leather and something darker, more primal. It's like

Caelan's POVThe pack meeting room feels smaller than usual.Maybe it's because I can't stop thinking about Aeliana upstairs, probably still tangled in those silk sheets, her scent clinging to my skin like a prayer I'm afraid to voice. Maybe it's because every instinct I have is screaming at me to go back to her, to make sure she's safe, to...Focus.I force myself to look at the assembled wolves around the heavy oak table. My beta, my gamma, my enforcers, the core members who've stood by me through two years of hell. They deserve my attention. They deserve answers.But all I can think about is Aeliana's body and how soft it is."Alpha." Liora's voice cuts through my distraction like a blade. She's sitting directly across from me, her dark eyes sharp with disapproval. "We need to discuss the... situation."The way she says 'situation' makes my wolf bristle. Like Aeliana is a problem to be solved."What situation would that be, Beta?" My voice comes out rougher than intended.Liora doe

Caelan's POV"Some of it." I saidElena's eyebrow arches. "Which parts?""The curse. About Annalise putting a curse on her, but definitely not why it happened. That my patrol found her in the mountains.""But not that the patrol was you. Not about Montana.""No."She's quiet for a long moment, studying me with those sharp brown eyes that see too much."She's going to find out eventually, Caelan. The pack talks. Someone will slip up."As much I would love to say that no one dares but I know she's right. Secrets have a way of festering in pack dynamics, especially ones this big. But right now, Aeliana can barely handle the truth about being cursed. Learning that I'd been stalking her for months, that I'd taken her from her bed while she slept.It would destroy what little progress we've made."She needs time," I say finally."And you need to stop thinking with your dick."The blunt assessment makes me flinch. "Elena...." I missed out"Don't." She holds up a hand. "I can smell your arous

Caelan's POVThe door closes behind me with a soft click, but it might as well be a gunshot for how it echoes in my chest.She doesn't remember.I lean against the hallway wall, pressing my forehead to the cool stone. My hands are shaking while I can still smell her on my skin. Lavender and vanilla and that sweet, addictive scent that's purely her. It's stronger now than it was in Montana, richer, and more potent.Two years. Two years of that scent haunting my dreams, of waking up hard and desperate with her name on my lips.Now she's here, in my room, and I can barely think straight.My wolf is pacing, agitated and confused. Why did we leave? He growls. She's ours. She wants us. I can smell it.And she does want me; that much is undeniable. The way her breath caught when I stepped closer, the subtle shift in her scent when our eyes met. Her body remembers what her mind has forgotten.I push off the wall and head toward my office, each step feeling like I'm walking through quicksand.

Aeliana POVMate.The word echoes in my head like a stone dropped in still water, sending ripples through every thought. I can't stop staring at him, this male Adonis who claims to know me better than I know myself. His amber eyes hold secrets I'm desperate to unlock, but every time I reach for them, they slip away like smoke."I need to get out of here." The words tumble out before I can stop them.Panic is clawing at my chest now, making it hard to breathe. The silk sheets suddenly feel like chains, the beautiful room like a gilded cage. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and immediately regret it when the cool air hits my bare skin.What am I wearing?I look down, and my heart stops. This isn't my faded Mickey Mouse t-shirt and cotton shorts. It's a nightgown. Well, if you can call something so delicate and expensive a nightgown. The fabric is so thin it's practically transparent, clinging to every curve like it was made specifically for meHeat floods my cheeks as I can feel