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 POVThe instant her knees hit the gravel, my body reacted before my mind could catch up.The world narrowed to a single point, just her. Scarlett, crumpled like a broken bird, arms clutched around herself as if sheer will could keep her from shattering.Her trembling frame was a blade to my chest, carving deeper with every shallow breath she took.Antonio’s voice buzzed behind me, a faint hum of words I didn’t bother to process. My focus was locked on her, on the way the wind tore at her thin nightgown, exposing the fragile hollows of her collarbone.The crescent mark pulsed faintly there, a glowing ember against her pale, waxen skin. It was still hers. Still her. And that truth clawed at something primal inside me, something I’d buried long ago.“Scarlett,” I growled, my voice low, commanding. I

Scarlett’s POVDawn was…odd.Grey light bled through the thin curtains, painting shadows across my room in ghostly strips. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my trembling hands resting on my thighs. They looked so foreign. Pale. Weak. Strange. My fingers curled slightly, as if testing whether they were truly mine.I pressed them to the crescent mark on my shoulder, feeling its faint warmth thrum under my skin. It pulsed softly, like a second heartbeat. Like it was alive. Like it was waiting for something.“Seraphina…” I whispered.The name tasted familiar and bitter, like burnt honey coating my tongue. My chest ached. I didn’t know why, but it felt like a truth I wasn’t ready to accept. A truth that would crack me open if I tried.I stood up slowly, my bare feet sinking into the plush rug before meeting the cold marble beyond. The chill grounded me, kept me tethered to the present as I drifted through the silent hallways, feeling half-asleep, half-awake. Like I was walking throu

LucianoThe sky bled grey over the eastern courtyard. It was a bit far from the manor, and here wolves disguised as humans did what they wanted. A thin drizzle fell, soaking into the training grounds and dampening the gravel into cold mud. I stood beneath the stone archway with my arms folded, watching some of the wolves spar. Each clash of blades rang through the courtyard, steel scraping steel, punctuated by sharp grunts of pain and frustration.They were getting sloppy.My wolf snarled inside me, restless. The shadows had been pulsing stronger each night, brushing against my wards like phantom claws, testing for weaknesses. And now, with Scarlett awakening, their hunger was growing.“Luciano.”Antonio’s voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. I didn’t turn as he approached, the scent of steel oil and cedar clinging to him.He handed me a rolled parchment, sealed with red wax. Blood stained the corner, smu

Scarlett’s POVI didn’t understand what he said, but I didn’t get another chance to do so after he walked away, his cloak flowing like a royal garment worn by ruthless kings.For another weird reason, I liked it.The next morning, I decided I was done lying in bed. My bones were stiff, my head felt heavy with questions I couldn’t answer, and honestly… I was tired of staring at those damn curtains all day.So I dragged myself out of my room after breakfast.Rosa had tried to stop me. She’d fussed, gently smacking my shoulder with a dishtowel.“Letty, you must rest. I don’t want the boss to see you like this,” she scolded.But I just smiled tiredly at her and slipped out before she could scold me further. The marble floors were cool under my feet, grounding me with each quiet step. My fingers brushed along the walls as I walked, feeling the small ridges where ancient stones met polished newer ones. It was like walking through someone’s memories.Maybe mine.Maybe not.I didn’t care.I j

Scarlett’s POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through the tall windows, painting golden bars across the dark floorboards. For a few seconds, I lay there staring up at the ceiling, feeling… well, alive. Not necessarily good, but alive.Better than screaming awake from cryptic dreams, I supposed.With a tired groan, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My muscles ached faintly, but it wasn’t the weakness that annoyed me most – it was the feeling of being… coddled.I glanced around the room. Someone – probably Savannah – had left a clean dress draped over the armchair by the window. Soft cream linen with faint embroidery along the sleeves. Simple. Comfortable.I pulled it on and combed my hair quickly with my fingers. No braids today. No elaborate styles. Just me, with my mess of waves falling around my shoulders.Me.Whoever that was.I pressed my lips tog

Scarlett's POV I woke up to the smell of bread and honey.For a moment, I thought I was back in my old apartment, where the neighbors’ bakery downstairs always made the whole block smell like pastries in the morning. But the ceiling above me was dark carved wood with thin beams arching like ribs, and golden sunlight streamed through gauzy curtains, lighting up floating dust motes like tiny spirits.I blinked hard.Right. The manor.My chest ached with something I couldn’t name. Part of me wanted to sink back into the pillows and disappear. Another part wanted to run barefoot down the halls screaming for someone to tell me who I really was.Instead, I sighed and pressed my palms over my eyes.“Niña, you’re awake.”I jerked so hard my tea nearly sloshed onto the sheets. Rosa stood by the door with a tray balanced expertly on one hand. Her dark uniform was spotless, her hair pinned into its usual severe bun, her sharp eyes softening just slightly as they met mine.She moved forward, set

Scarlett’s POVDarkness. That was all there was. A deep, heavy darkness pressing down on me like thick water, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning, sinking deeper into nothingness, with no way out.But then, slowly, something pulled me up. A faint warmth pressed against my cheek, and I felt air filling my lungs again. My chest rose and fell shakily. My eyelids fluttered, heavy and sore, and when I opened them, bright light burned into my eyes, making me wince.I blinked a few times, trying to clear the blur. My head hurt so badly, like someone had slammed a brick against it. My throat felt dry and scratchy, and my body… my body felt like it didn’t belong to me.I let out a small groan and tried to sit up, but my arms were weak. A shadow moved at the edge of my vision, and I turned my head slowly.There, sitting on a chair beside my bed, was a man.Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. His face was hard, strong jaw clenched, and his eyes…

TASHAThe clinic room felt almost too clean, the kind of clean that made every flaw in my body feel exposed. Dr. Marrick guided me inside with a steady hand at my elbow, and the door slid shut behind us before I could catch a full breath. The white panel walls adjusted their light to my pulse, softening along the edges as if the room monitored my stress and tried to flatten it. He lifted Tamrine from the carrier with practiced ease and set him in the built-in crib embedded into the diagnostic counter. The crib warmed beneath him in a slow pulse, reacting to his small Alpha-coded signature, and he settled instantly. I watched the rise of his chest and forced my own lungs to match the rhythm. My body felt heavy, thick in a way that reminded me of the double dose from last night settling behind my eyes like fog. Every limb protested the movement from the hallway to the chair.“Start from the beginning,” Dr. Marrick said while tapping the screen beside me. “List everything you’ve felt the

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