Novels by Wynn

River POVThe sun was just rising, painting the sky with pale shades of pink and gold. I stood at the edge of the cliff near our home, the sound of waves crashing below mingling with the soft morning breeze. Steven and Lilian played near the sand, their laughter bright, innocent. I watched them, my heart swelling and aching all at once.The house behind me was quiet for the first time in months. Quiet, but alive with memories of Zed, his voice, his touch, the way he would laugh at even the smallest things Steven did. I could still feel him around me, in every heartbeat, in every breath I took.“Mommy!” Steven’s voice pulled me back. I turned, smiling as he ran toward me, Lilian’s tiny hand clasped in his. They were chasing each other, stumbling in the sand, and for a fleeting moment, the world felt perfect again.I knelt, brushing Steven’s hair from his forehead. “Careful, baby,” I said softly, trying not to let my voice shake. “Don’t fall.”Steven grinned, his teeth showing, and look

River POVThe air smelled of fresh flowers and salt from the nearby beach, mingling in a way that made my chest ache with joy. Sunlight poured through the open windows of the clearing where our pack had gathered, glinting off the soft white of the wedding decorations. Everything was perfect. For a moment, I let myself believe that nothing could touch this day.Steven clutched Lilian’s tiny hand, walking carefully down the aisle beside the flower petals. His grin was bright, his excitement contagious. “Look, Mom! I’m holding her hand!” he whispered, eyes sparkling with pride. Lilian gurgled softly in his tiny grip, and my heart swelled so much it felt like it might burst.And then I saw him. Zed. Standing at the end of the aisle, tall, strong, golden eyes fixed on me, every ounce of his presence radiating love, protection, and something fierce I’d never stop needing. My stomach flipped, my throat tight, and I found myself smiling through tears I hadn’t realized had formed.The pack el

Zed POVThe air in the delivery room was thick with antiseptic and tension, buzzing with the urgent energy of doctors and nurses moving around us. River’s hands gripped mine so tightly I could feel her pulse through her fingers, her knuckles white, nails biting into my skin. Every groan, every gasp, every sharp intake of breath she made tore through me, a wolfish ache in my chest I couldn’t suppress.“Breathe, River. You’ve got this. I’m right here,” I whispered, leaning close so my forehead rested against hers. Her hair clung to her sweat-damp forehead, and I brushed it back gently, trying to offer her a moment of comfort amid the chaos.“I… I can’t,” she gasped, voice trembling, tears sliding down her cheeks. “It hurts… it hurts so much…”“Yes, it hurts,” I murmured, kissing her temple. “I know it does. But look at me. You are bringing our daughter into this world. You are stronger than anything, River. I swear, I will never leave your side. Not now, not ever.”Her lips quivered, a

Zed POVThe sun was warm against my back, the smell of salt tangling with the crisp ocean breeze. I glanced down at River as she lay stretched on the mat, her hair fanned around her like a halo, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, a soft smile on her face as she watched Steven and me play beach ball.He laughed, sprinting barefoot on the sand, and I feigned a wild swing before hitting the ball a little too hard. I didn’t mean it, but the next thing I knew, Steven stumbled, arms flailing, and fell backward into the sand with a little yelp.River groaned behind her shades. “Zed!” she called, springing to her feet, grabbing a towel from the mat. “Be careful! Look at him! My poor baby!”I chuckled and jogged over, brushing the sand from Steven’s hair. “He’s fine. Don’t worry, baby. He’s tougher than you think.”“You think that’s funny?” she shot back, walking toward us, towel in hand. Her voice had that sharp edge, but I caught the playful glint in her eyes.Steven giggled, holding his f

River POVThe corridors of the pack estate felt unusually quiet that morning, the kind of silence that hangs just before a storm breaks, or in this case, before a life changes forever. My hands twisted nervously in the hem of my blouse as I walked toward the lounge. The scent of fresh coffee and polished wood didn’t calm me as it usually did. Today felt heavy with expectation. Today felt important. I had no idea why. Not yet.Zed was already there, leaning casually against the railing, but even from a distance, I could sense the tension in his posture. Not the tense, aggressive sort he sometimes carried, but a quiet, resolute kind of focus. My pulse quickened. Whatever was about to happen, I knew it would change everything.He straightened as I approached, his golden eyes locking onto mine. There was a softness there, but also something unshakably serious.“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, voice low, carrying that quiet power that always made my knees a little weak.I hesitated,

River POV I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting lightly on my stomach, feeling the tiny, almost imperceptible flutter of life. The sensation made my chest tighten, a mixture of awe, disbelief, and a fragile hope I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in months.Steven was finally home… Resumes school even.Zed sat nearby, quietly sorting the scattered remnants of Steven’s day: a small stack of coloring books, a pencil case tipped over, crayons rolling across the table. He didn’t crowd me; he never did. He had learned patience these past weeks, showing support without forcing it, moving close enough that his presence was steady and comforting, but not overwhelming. Every so often, his eyes flicked to me, golden and searching, silently asking: Are you ready to let me back in?The baby kicked again, a sharper flutter this time. I gasped, instinctively clutching my stomach. Zed noticed immediately.“Feeling something?” he asked, voice low, almost reverent. He moved closer but didn’t

LUCIANO'S P.O.V.Rage was an emotion I was familiar with, and so was disappointment. People could fail you at any time. However, I couldn't tell what exactly I was feeling at the moment. My confrontation with Scarlett from a few moments ago had me rattled inside despite the cold façade I had put on, a façade that I could tell hurt her given her pained expression. The way she switched up from being a concerned friend to being a regular staff member who worked for me. The mate bond was no longer subtle—it pulled at me, clawed, and demanded I give in to it with each passing moment I remained close to her. Scarlett's scent lingered in my mind like a forbidden fruit, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, convincing myself that this...connection, this feeling, was just as a result of the mate bond, deep down I knew better. I had begun to develop a certain type of affection towards her, a certain likeness. It seemed the earth shared in my feelings as thunder crackled loudly outside

LUCIANO'S P.O.V.The very thought of her had me restless, nearly driving me crazy. Mate bond or not, I didn't like this one bit. I felt my control slipping; I always had things under control. If I were a normal human, I'd think I was crazy, but I wasn't. I wasn't normal, nor was I human. I was an alpha descended from one of the strongest bloodlines known in history. A De Luca, safe to say, wasn't the most pleased, given that I was easily riled up by a human, a maid at that. And so, I made it my mission to avoid her at all costs for the meantime until I could get my emotions in check. My plan, which had been going fairly smoothly, turned into an absolute mess when I perceived her scent, subtly at first until it grew stronger. A part of me wanted to retrace my steps to where I had come from, but a tiny part of me longed to see her, even just this once. The beastly side of me.While I dwelled in my thoughts, he

SCARLETT'S P.O.V.It's been a couple of days since my last encounter with Mr. De Luca. He wasn't particularly avoiding me, given the fact that we'd happened to run into each other a couple of times, and each time I'd greet him or summon the courage to pass him a smile, he'd blatantly ignore me save for the cold nod he'd give. No longer was that warm and polite man I had spoken to on a few occasions. In his stead was a closed-off, stone-faced being who still looked dashingly hot. I'd caught myself feeling upset that I had possibly sabotaged whatever connection we had; was there even a connection?"Please tell me that my anger or reason for being upset is totally valid." I huffed to the two girls, Rosa and Maria, before me, who exchanged not-so-subtle glances between each other. We were on our lunch break, lounging out on the patio surrounded with beautiful flowery plants while we munched on dessert goodies, which I baked with a twinge of sadness. Why was I sad? I barely knew the guy fo

LUCIANO'S P.O.V.The rain pours down in heavy torrents, washing away everything in its path. The water droplets trickle down the glass window. Mother Nature had a way of surprising us. Blessing us with a good land, mates. A human mated to a werewolf, and not just any kind of werewolf. Werewolf royalty. In my day, the idea itself was preposterous, unacceptable. A human could be mated to a werewolf, but it mostly happened between wolves of lower ranks, not higher status. Marriages between wolves were mostly as a way of creating alliances, getting stronger and richer, and being the most feared. There were times when mates were lucky enough to be of higher ranks; there were others who were mated to warriors, omega. Weak mates, the superior mate in question had to either reject their other half, or if the connection between them was too strong to resist, they'd consider making their mate a mistress. I disliked that a mate is supposed to be cherished, proudly shown off to the world. Unfortu

SCARLETT'S P.O.V.Never in my years of living have I been so plagued by thoughts of a man, much less by thoughts of a man I had no romantic feelings towards. Luciano De Luca unraveled me to no end; his presence unnerved me, and everything about him drew me in. Perhaps it was his looks; I'd crush on good-looking boys, but that was all they were—boys. Luciano De Luca was all man. It had been a day since our very intense, tension-filled encounter; I hadn't caught sight of him ever since. Not like I was keeping an eye out for him. Perhaps I was, maybe only a teeny tiny bit. I couldn't deny the fact that I secretly wanted to see him again.Today, I was tasked with cleaning duty. As I cleaned the hallways, I hummed a quiet tune, winding my waist while using the mop stick as a makeshift dance pole. Spinning around, I catch sight of the one and only Luciano De Luca standing in the hallway, dressed in nice-fitting dark pants and a grey shirt. I nearly tripped over my feet in fright, hunching

SCARLETT'S P.O.V.Weeks have passed since I awoke. The manor has slipped back into its usual calm-quiet halls and boring routine chores. I, for one, was beyond bored now that I didn't have any special mission to keep me on my toes. At first, I had been on alert for the slightest slip-up from anyone, most especially Savannah. I took note of every scare, every jump, every flinch, and the cause. Savannah had been nothing but her usual cheery self, much like she had been when I initially began working here. The friendship between Maria and me also grew over the weeks; we'd become a tad bit closer, often engaging in small talk whenever we happened to run into each other. A few times, Maria, Rosa, and I would all come together to have a 'girls time-out' while snacking on my baked goodies. Those were the moments I looked forward to, although my friendship with Rosa far outweighed my friendship with Maria, not like it really mattered.Over time, my curiosity waned. The images conjured up in m

TASHADr. Marrick angled himself in front of me and guided my chin upward so he could study my eyes. His expression stayed focused, all clinical calm, and his voice came firm and direct. “Stay with me, Tasha,” he said, and the words cut through the haze gathering behind my temples.My knees loosened again, so he drew my arm over his forearm and held me upright with a practiced ease I had seen him use on patients who came into the clinic after Omega crashes. A passing nurse from the neighborhood health unit hurried over when he signaled, and he reached for the buckles on Tamrine’s carrier.His movements stayed precise and grounded, as if he had practiced this rescue a hundred times. He lifted my son with one arm, brought him against his chest, and secured the strap so the carrier rested comfortably against him. The sight of Tamrine safe in his hold let the air settle in my lungs, even though everything else inside me felt drained and scattered.Dr. Marrick shifted his grip on me and gu

TASHAA monitor beeped near my ear, rising in pitch until it drowned every sound. I saw the doctor’s mouth moving, forming instructions I already knew by heart. The room brightened until it bleached out the edges of my sight, and every memory I had tried to bury came back in a single sweep—crying without sound, waking disoriented on the cot, swallowing pills I pretended would help me think clearly. In the dream, my hands shook against the restraints and the panic spread through my ribcage until I couldn’t tell where the dream ended and where the memory began.I jerked awake with my pulse slamming against my neck. The room spun in slow circles, and sweat soaked my clothes. I sat up too quickly and the nausea rose so fast I barely made it to the bathroom. I dropped to my knees in front of the sink and threw up until everything in my stomach emptied into the basin. My eyes watered from the force of it, and my body felt drained and uncoordinated.When the retching stopped, I leaned forwar

TASHAI walked back into my room with the plan to sit for a moment and pull myself together, but my mother was already there, perched on the edge of my bed. Her travel bag sat beside her leg, upright and zipped, and she studied me with an expression that reached past the surface.She stood when she saw how heavily I leaned against the doorframe. Her eyes moved over my face, then dropped to the baby strapped to my chest, then returned to me with a clarity that sent heat up my neck. “Tasha,” she said, and her voice filled the space with the familiarity of someone who raised me through every phase of childhood. “Did you take your pills today?”The question hit me harder than I expected. I opened my mouth to answer, but the words stuck. The day stretched behind me like a fog, and when I tried to search farther than that, the fog only thickened. My mother stepped closer and placed her hand under my chin, guiding my face upward. “Think,” she said gently. “When was the last time you opened t

TASHAI started the morning certain the house would cooperate with me, and that confidence faded fast. Tamrine fussed against my shoulder while I moved through my room, the hall closet, the nursery, and even the bathroom where I once stored my old textbooks.My school packet was gone—ID, access card, medical clearance, transcripts, even the little orientation booklet the academy mailed out with holographic security tabs along the edges. I lifted blankets, checked under the crib mattress, and searched the pockets of every coat I owned.The panic grew in a slow, hot sweep that pushed me to retrace every step I took the day before, but nothing came back clearly. My head felt thick, as if my thoughts waded through wet wool, and that heaviness stuck to me no matter how many deep breaths I took. I held Tamrine closer and paced the room a final time, hoping something would flash in the corner of my eye, but the walls stayed stubborn and empty.The packhouse felt too bright as I walked down t

TASHAThe shift in the estate unfolded in ways that felt almost unintentional, like a series of small adjustments made by people who hadn’t planned on noticing me at all. It began with simple greetings from the elders whenever I entered their offices—nods that lingered long enough to register as genuine interest instead of polite obligation.Elder Sera stopped me outside the administrative wing one afternoon and asked how Tamrine handled the new nutrient blend. I answered while balancing him against my shoulder, and she listened with an attentiveness that suggested she actually planned to reference my opinion in her next meeting. Moments like that accumulated slowly, building a rhythm I hadn’t expected.Even the estate’s medical director paused during a routine scan to ask if I wanted to add developmental sessions to our schedule. I found myself saying yes automatically, surprised by how natural the offer felt. People saw me differently. They watched me raise my son with consistency,

TASHAKirk reached a breaking point before the rest of the estate did. I saw it in the way he moved through the halls, fast and clipped, his shoes hitting the marble with more force than necessary. Every whisper about Violet pulled something tight across his face, and by midweek he had planted himself in every office that held even a sliver of influence.I walked past the council wing one morning with Tamrine asleep on my chest, and I heard Kirk raise his voice at Elder Maerin, insisting the estate had grown careless with its gossip. Maerin tried to defuse him. She gestured toward an open data file showing Violet’s recent behavioral flags from the household AI, and Kirk’s reaction only grew more rigid. He dismissed every point placed in front of him.When I stepped into view, he paused long enough to take me in, then continued arguing as if my presence fueled the fire instead of cooling it. Maerin approached me once the conversation dissolved, and she asked about Tamrine’s feeding cyc