Novels by Burn_Goddess

The pups are sound asleep, and the room is cloaked in soft golden dusk. Mae peers out the window, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I say we go tonight,” she whispers, her voice low but firm. Savannah gapes at her, clutching the edge of the crib. “Mae, are you insane? If Cole finds out—” “He won’t,” Mae interrupts, grinning. “Scarlet’s the Luna, remember? What’s he gonna do? Ground her?” I stay quiet, pressing a hand to my chest. The ache of dread from earlier still lingers like a bruise I can’t quite reach. But the idea of fresh air, of stars and laughter and freedom, is too tempting to ignore. “I want to go,” I say softly. Both of them whip around to look at me. Mae’s grin widens like a sunrise, but Savannah narrows her eyes. “Scar, you’re going to the forest this weekend. This might be dangerous. You need rest.” Savannah warns, looking every bit of nervous. I shake my head. “No. I need peace. Just one night. One moment to find my strength…before I go prove it to everyone.”

Scarlet’s POVI listen to Cole with careful consideration. It seem it wasn’t needed. Lloyd himself starts to be seen less and less. I notice without trying. The shadows around the corner were no longer there and that alone seems to make Cole happier. He still seems out of my reach. His eyes always on me yet never seeing me. I knew this is because of the incidents with Lloyd. It isn’t shocking as I hear the whispers. Alpha Jackson is ramping up his training, claiming his is getting older. Cole seems to take it with stride, attending the training sessions, taking trips to the borders to make sure there is no breaches and even hosting the meetings with the elders. I can only sadly laugh to myself when I think about it. There is no talk about my own involvement. I guess everyone seems to forget the pack is supposed to hold a luna, due to Alpha Jackson doing it all himself. I sadly smile as I hold the most recent book in my bed. There is a firm knock before the door swings open. Cole lo

Scarlet's POVI jerk awake, gasping for air.My lungs burn as if I’ve just surfaced from deep underwater. I clutch the sheets tightly, disoriented, and stare around the room as the last tendrils of the dream slip from my grasp. My hand instinctively stretches to the other side of the bed—Cole’s side—seeking warmth, seeking him.But it’s cold.The sheets are smooth, untouched. He’s been gone for a while.I blink rapidly, trying to shake the heavy weight pressing into my chest. He didn’t leave a note. He didn’t leave a scent. Nothing to say he’d even been there at all. The space beside me is empty in every way.I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to move. The sheets come off the bed slowly, and I gather them into my arms like they might anchor me to something solid. With a deep breath, I press forward. I tie my wild, curly brown hair into a loose bun and step into my day like nothing is wrong.The nursery is already buzzing with activity when I arrive. Warmth and noise wrap

The cellar door slams behind me, and I take off like something is chasing me—maybe it is. The corridor stretches ahead, dim and endless, my breath ragged as I fight the tremble in my legs. My heart is pounding so loud it drowns out thought, each beat echoing in my ears like a war drum. The ache in my wrist is sharp now, pulsing like it’s alive. Cole said I wouldn’t heal fast—not until my wolf awakens—and right now, that makes me feel helpless. Fragile.My vision blurs with unshed tears. Lloyd. I should’ve known. He hadn’t changed—he couldn’t. He fed off our pain, mine especially. I had seen it, clear as day, in the way he provoked Cole. That was no accident. He wanted that reaction. He wanted to see me hurt.“Scarlet?" Beta Rowan’s voice breaks through my spiral as I slam into him around the hallway bend. He steadies me quickly, his hand catching my elbow and the other patting my head like I was a child again."You alright?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Where’ve you been?

The room didn’t erupt in the expected excitement. Instead, silence swept through the space like a cold wind, snuffing out every bit of chatter. It was as though the world had paused—held its breath in anticipation. Even a chef crossing the hall froze mid-step, his gaze snagged on the newcomer at the door.Lloyd.If that name still belonged to him.He stood beneath the archway like a statue carved from marble—stoic, cold, carved with precision. Older now. Calmer. Almost serene. His presence didn’t command the room through dominance, but through weight—like something ancient had just stepped into the light.His eyes, colder than I remembered, scanned the pack hall. Not hungrily. Not arrogantly. But warily. Like he’d wandered into a lion’s den instead of his childhood home. When his gaze finally landed on Cole, it didn’t linger out of fondness—it landed like a stone dropped in still water.“Have you lost your manners while I was gone?” Lloyd asked, his voice low, steady. A warning more t

Scarlet's POV“Must you always cry?”Cigarette smoke and stale blood waft through the air as I gaze at the unfeeling man before me. I stifle the sob rising in my throat and lower my head as far as it will go. Why couldn’t he just leave me be? I grit my teeth and try to breathe through the pain. My mate will be here soon. He always is.“Scarlett, do you truly not understand what’s happening?” Lloyd asks, his tone more bemused than cruel. I don’t dare meet his eyes or respond, and something in the silence shifts. He tenses.Without warning, he lunges forward and grabs my shirt, yanking me up. His piercing grey eyes lock with mine—a shade too pale to be Cole’s—but they’re clouded with something unreadable.“Speak when spoken to, omega!” he snarls, baring his fangs. But his voice shakes at the edges, just a little. Like fury sitting atop something more fragile.My breath hitches. Tears slip down my cheeks before I can stop them.“N-no, I don’t,” I stammer.He holds my gaze for a breath, m