Novels by Deva Dee

Elara's POV “Hi, Luna,” Mira greeted me with a warm smile as I entered the kitchen later that evening. I needed fuel.I waved back in response.She served a plate to me and sat down beside me with a serious face. Given the seriousness, I pulled out my phone and typed, –What's wrong? Why the serious face?--“The Alpha mentioned you're leaving for your honeymoon tomorrow.”–Is that what's wrong? Don't you want me to go?-- I typed, holding up my phone.She has always wanted the best for me so I don't understand why she was sad now.“No, no, I'm very happy Luna. I'm happy he's treating you better now. I just got worried about your marks. I recognize them.”-you do?-“Yes, it was female wolves chosen by the moon goddess that bore the mark. The mark is meant to give them extra strength to match their Alpha mate and I'm sure you noticed it today when you were fighting with the warriors.”–is it dangerous?-- I asked.“Not if controlled properly. You mustn't let the power control you, instead

Elara's POV “Whew… that was something else,” Nyx huffed, her voice filling my mind the second I entered the room, Kieran stopped by the office to talk to Tobias. “First it was a hot night with Kieran, now he's kissing you in front of the whole pack.”She was practically vibrating with excitement.“Get lost,” I shooed her away.She just laughed, completely unbothered.“Nyx,” I called her as I remembered everything that happened to me on the training ground, the power, the speed, the raw force that had surged through me… it was beyond anything I had ever felt. “Was that you?”“Not entirely,” she replied, “the heightened instinct came from me but the strength was all you. Kieran is doing something to you, hehe.”“What could be the reason?” I asked, lowering myself onto the edge of the bed, removing my shoes.“We’ll find out in due time, but how do you feel now?” she asked.“I'm fine now. The marks have stopped glowing but… I felt stronger when they glowed like extra strength was added t

Kieran's POV “Ronan. Mason. You’re next.”My voice didn’t waver. If anything, it rang louder now—because at this point, it wasn’t a test anymore. It was a warning. And every ranked wolf in the room could feel it.Ronan, the tank. Mason, the tactician. Both elite. Both proud. Both looked at each other, then at Elara like they weren’t sure if they were stepping into a spar or a battlefield.Ronan cracked his neck, arms crossed. “You sure about this?”Elara just nodded once, already stepping back into that same eerie, steady stance. Balanced. Loose. Dangerous.Mason exhaled, rolling out his shoulders. “Alright, Luna. Let’s see what you’ve got.”The second they entered the circle, she moved.Ronan charged in first, as expected—power and brute strength, aiming to overwhelm her. But Elara met him halfway, ducked low, and twisted, using his momentum to spin him off course. He grunted and stumbled, but she didn’t wait.She slid behind him and kicked the back of his knee, hard enough to drop

Kieran's POV The sun was already creeping through the curtains, and Elara was curled beside me, still asleep. She looked soft. Peaceful, even. I stayed still, not wanting to ruin the moment. Everything was quiet, just the sound of her breathing and the occasional sound of birds chirping outside. It was the kind of quiet that felt rare, like the kind that only showed up when the world finally decided to slow down.My arm had gone numb under her weight, but I didn’t mind. There was something grounding about having her here. After everything, the chaos, the fights, the moments I wasn’t sure I’d earned her trust, this felt... good.Better than good. It felt like something was finally settling.I stared at her lips for too long, then leaned in and kissed her, gently and slowly.She stirred eventually, eyebrows scrunching a little before she blinked up at me. There was a second where she just stared like she was making sure I was real. And then her eyes shifted and I mean literally. They g

Elara's POV His mouth crashed against mine, tongue deep and demanding, and I kissed him back like I was starving. Our breaths tangled. Lips slick and swollen. His hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face as he deepened the kiss like he couldn’t get enough.I didn’t want him to stop.I loved every second of it.Kieran groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my waist, sliding under my tank top, fingers trailing fire across my skin. I arched into him, craving more—craving him. I gasped when his fingers brushed under my breast, and he froze.“You okay?” he asked, breathless.I nodded.I was more than okay.“I need you,” he murmured against my lips. “But not here. Inside. You deserve your first time on a bed. Not in the damn forest.”I blushed and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the house. I didn't hesitate a bit which was unlike me.Damn him for making me bold.Once we were in, he kissed me again but this time he was gentle. Like... overly gentle, which threw me off for like half a

Kieran's POV I heard the door creak open. It was the same sound Elara made whenever she came back after training. I’d gotten used to it by now—her quiet, steady footsteps, the soft shuffle of her clothes, the small sigh she always let out when she entered the packhouse. It was a familiar sound, one that told me she was back.I didn’t think much of it at first. She was just settling back in after training, probably needing some time to herself. The minutes passed, and I got back to work, my thoughts on the pack, on the tasks at hand. Time slipped by—an hour, maybe two.But then, the door creaked open again, much later than usual. This time, she was leaving.I didn’t even hear her footsteps anymore. The packhouse was eerily quiet. I glanced up at the clock—an hour and a half had passed since I’d last heard her. My heart skipped a beat. Something wasn’t right.The weight of silence in the house was suffocating. My mind, usually calm, now swirled with unease. I tried to push the thoughts

I woke up to the strong smell of something warm and expensive clouding my nose—woodsy, smoky and a little sweet. It reminded me of oud wood. I scrunched my nose and shifted a little, trying to figure out where it was coming from. That’s when I realized I couldn’t move.I cracked my eyes open and blinked into the curve of someone’s neck. Zane’s neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, holding me against him like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.My heart started hammering as I realized just how close we were. When did this happen? How did I not wake up before now?Carefully, I tilted my head up to get a better look at him. Even asleep, he looked like something straight out of a painting, strong jaw, messy hair, and that annoyingly perfect mouth. I don’t even know how long I stared before my hand started moving on its own, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off his forehead.“Which part of my face do you like the most?” he asked, his voice low and rough with sleep.

“Zane. Zane.”The voice echoed faintly, like it was calling through water.“Wake him up! Undo whatever the hell you did to him—now!”Who’s yelling?“I didn’t do anything!”My brain felt like sludge. Someone was shaking me.“Zane, wake up. Mr. Alpha. Alpha Zane? Fuck! Why aren’t you waking up?!”A sharp sting landed on my shoulder, snapping the darkness like glass.My eyes flew open just as Jayden raised his hand again.“You’re awake,” he breathed, stepping back in relief.Before I could respond, Lucien shoved past him and crouched beside me.“Zane—are you okay? What the hell happened?”I pushed myself upright. My limbs were heavy. Everything felt... slow.“What happened?” I asked, scanning the room. It was dim—the sun already gone.“You slept. The entire day,” he said, eyes filled with concern.“I did what?” I shot wide awake, heart thudding. My mind raced to recall the last thing. Jayden—he was having a panic attack. I told him to come to my room. He laid down on the bed. And then… n

By morning, we were back at the mansion. I could barely keep my eyes open.“Luke, tell the cook to prepare food…” Zane started.“Skip me,” I muttered, dragging myself up the stairs. My body felt like a log of wood. Every step was a full-body negotiation. I reached my room, collapsed onto the bed, and everything went dark the moment my head hit the pillows.For maybe an hour, there was peace.Then the nightmare came.It was the same one. But this time it was sharper, like someone had adjusted the focus just to torture me. The woods were darker, the air thicker. I was running again—barefoot, heart pounding, chest tight. The men were right behind me. Their footsteps thundered in sync with my pulse. I turned once and saw them. Clear as day.Buzz Cut was there. He wasn’t the biggest, but he was fast. Faster than before.My legs burned, lungs screamed. I kept running—until I tripped. That had never happened before. My body hit the ground hard. My knees scraped the dirt and suddenly they wer

I didn’t see Zane for the rest of the day. Not a whisper. Not a shadow. Not even a passing scent of that cedar-frost Alpha aura. He just stayed in his room all day. Instead, Lucien showed up early in the afternoon with a tray of food. “Eat,” he said, setting the tray on the desk in my room with a dramatic flourish. “And while you’re eating, let’s cover basic survival etiquette for living at Silverspire.” He didn’t wait for me to argue. “One,” Lucien held up a finger. “Don’t go into Zane’s room. Ever. That includes standing too close to the door and thinking about going in. The house can tell.” I raised an eyebrow. “It can… tell?” “This place is wired with ancient magic and it responds to the Alpha. Two—don’t touch anything glowing, floating, or whispering. Unless you want to get launched into the astral plane, or worse—another dimension where taxes still exist.” I opened my mouth. “Yes, that actually happened to someone,” he added before I could ask. He paused dramati

I had seen mansions before—on magazines, on screens, from a safe distance behind velvet ropes—but nothing could’ve prepared me for this.The car slowed, tires crunching over a sleek stone drive lined with glowing lights embedded in the pavement. Palm trees flanked the road like sentries—too symmetrical, too perfect. Ahead, the estate rose like a vision out of someone else’s dream. Silverspire.It wasn't just a house. It was a statement. A sprawling fortress of glass, steel, and obsidian. All sharp angles and elegant menace. At first glance, it looked like a modern resort carved straight out of a sci-fi film. But the longer I stared, the more it watched back.Perched on a vast cliffside plateau, Silverspire rose like a god’s sanctuary above Nocturne City’s flickering skyline. Towering steel-and-glass spires pierced the heavens, their silhouette sharp and elegant like gothic fangs. The dark-stone façade absorbed the sunlight, while blackened glass gleamed with a quiet menace, reflecti

I spent the rest of the night parked on the couch in Zane’s office, with nothing to do except watch him reject and accept new hires that Lucien brought in. Each decision came with a casual: “weak”, “soft”, "pale", “okay”, “not bad”. He barely looked up, just scrolled through his tablet, answering calls in that emotionless tone of his and every now and then, I’d catch him glancing at me.Bored out of my mind, I pulled out my phone and started playing COD. It had been so long since I had absolutely nothing to do and was not worried about my chasers. I lost track of time until my phone buzzed with a low battery warning.“Excuse me,” I said, glancing up at him. “Can I use your charger? My phone is low.” Without a word, he passed the charger and went right back to his screen. What was he even looking at on that thing?Once my phone was charging, I was now completely out of distractions. And so, I turned to my new boss who is yet to assign any job to me other than telling me to “stay put”