Novels by Felicia Adez

LORAThe pack grounds stretched before me under moonlight that turned everything silver and sacred. Hundreds of wolves gathered in a perfect circle, their eyes reflecting the torches that ringed the ceremonial space with ancient reverence that made my skin prickle.I stood at the edge wearing white silk that felt heavier than armor, my hands trembling with nerves that had nothing to do with the cool night air. Elena had braided flowers into my hair with the careful and intricate design of someone readying a bride for a ritual she'd witnessed countless times."You look beautiful," she whispered with the warm reassurance of a sister I'd never had.But my eyes were locked on Erin across the circle. Shirtless, wearing white pants that hung low on his hips, he looked otherworldly in the moonlight that painted silver across the defined muscles of his chest and shoulders. The pack markings tattooed on his left shoulder blade seemed to writhe in the flickering torchlight with life of their

LORAThe main hall of Erin’s estate in Portland buzzed with conversation. We’d decide to move there to meet with other park members and elders for proper introduction. Pack members who'd watched me with suspicion eight hours ago were actually talking to me. Not at me, but with me."Your response to Marcus was brilliant," said a woman I'd never spoken to before. Her eyes held genuine respect. "Most humans would have crumbled under that kind of attack."I sipped wine from a crystal glass, having a bit more inner peace that I have ever felt since Erin entered into my life. The liquid warmed my throat, but I barely tasted it. My mind was still processing what had happened. We'd won. Actually won.Erin stood across the room with Lucian, deep in conversation with pack leaders. Every few minutes his eyes found mine. The look he gave me sent heat racing through my chest. Pride. Relief. Something deeper that made my stomach flutter with joy."Ms. Blake." The voice cut through the celebration

LORAThree hundred wolves in one room. The smell hit me first. Power and politics and barely controlled aggression. Made my graphic designer brain think of corporate boardrooms, except here people could literally tear your throat out.I followed Elena through the massive doors, counting steps like she taught me. One, two, three. My heels clicked against marble floors so polished I could see my reflection. The formal robes felt heavy, but Elena was right. They were armor.Every eye tracked my movement. Whispers followed behind us like shadows. I caught fragments: "human," "child," "pretending." The same words I'd been hearing for months, but they hit differently here. Sharper.Marcus stood near the front with his supporters. Distinguished silver hair, expensive suit, the kind of smile that never reached his eyes. A predator in politician's clothing. He nodded at me once. Polite. Respectful. Complete bullshit.Vivienne sat three rows back, dressed like she was attending Fashion Week ins

LORAGod, I hated mornings. Especially this one. Elena's study felt too quiet, too formal, like those museums where you're afraid to breathe wrong. My coffee sat untouched on her ancient desk. Third cup today and my hands still wouldn't stop shaking."Again." Elena stood like a queen. No coffee for her. Just perfect posture and patience I didn't have. "Walk to the window. Remember your steps."Right. Steps. Because apparently, I couldn't even walk right anymore.I tried counting in my head. One, two, three... My heel caught the carpet. Stupid fancy rug. Stupid formal training. Stupid pack politics."Stop." Elena sighed. Not angry. Worse. Disappointed. "You're fighting it.""I'm trying not to.""That's the problem." She crossed the room, all fluid grace. "You're thinking too hard. Feel it instead."Easy for her to say. She probably came out of the womb knowing proper pack protocol. Me? I was just trying not to embarrass my kid.Alex. The thought of him steadied me. He was probably havi

LORAI woke with heat pressed against my back and silence pressed against my chest.Erin's arm rested heavily across my waist, his fingers curled possessively against my stomach. His breathing was slow, measured. The kind of rhythm that only came when someone was completely, unapologetically at ease.I wasn’t.My body remembered last night before my brain did.The gala.The kiss.His lips on mine in front of everyone, his hand flat against my back, pulling me toward him like he couldn’t stand another inch apart. It had felt like a game at first like we were just playing our parts. But that kiss didn’t feel like a performance. It stopped feeling like pretending the moment my heart changed pace.What scared me was how easy it felt to not pull away.I turned slowly, unsure if I'd wake him, but Erin’s voice came first.“You move like a thief,” he murmured, still half-asleep. “What are you sneaking off to steal?”“Peace of mind,” I whispered.His eyes opened, hazy gold in the morning ligh

LORAThe ballroom shimmered like a stage waiting to devour us.Every chandelier sparkled brighter than the last. Crystal danced on the ceilings. Diamonds glittered on thick and slim necks, also shimmered on wrists. Laughter echoed like music behind too-white teeth. Every smile here had an edge. Every one of them came to watch us either shine... or break.Erin stood beside me like a storm in a tailored black suit. His hand rested firmly, deliberately on my waist, claiming in plain sight what the world believed we were. My skin burned under his palm, not from nerves….no, not entirely, but from the weight of what tonight meant.We weren’t pretending now for just his brother. This was bigger. This was the entire pack society—alphas, betas, ancient bloodlines, and newly risen ra