Novels by Babs Noir

Killian's POV The moment I stepped into the building, everyone turned. The usual stiff silence that followed my arrival didn’t come this time. Instead, heads lifted, greetings, too loud, too cheerful for a Monday morning.“Good morning, Alpha!”“Morning, sir!”“Alpha Killian!”I smiled back at them. “Good morning, Jenna.”“Morning, Leo. Nice tie.”“Morning, Thomas, still beating people at chess?”They froze mid motion, a few blinking like I’d just announced a holiday. Someone whispered, “Did he just greet Thomas by name?” Another muttered under his breath, “He never smiles unless it’s bad news.”I kept walking, trying not to laugh. They had no idea what was making me this light today. If they did, they’d probably run out the door in confusion.By the time I reached my office, I was still grinning, right until I opened the door.Daphne sat on the sofa, legs crossed, pretending to flip through a file. Across from her stood someone who didn’t belong here.“Alpha Lucien.”I stopped. “Yo

Isla's POV "Just a minute, Liam!" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls as I tightened Killian’s tie knot. Beta Liam was already pacing somewhere outside the door.Killian scoffed. “Why does he get here so early? He doesn’t even live here.”I tugged the tie sharply, earning a grunt. “Because unlike someone, he actually respects time.”He smirked, eyes dropping to me. “You should advise him to forfeit his bachelor degree, Isla. A man his age shouldn’t be this lonely. He needs a woman who’ll pin him down and make him apologize to me every morning for being late. Might fix his attitude.”“You’re one to talk,” I said, dusting off his suit lapel. “Look at the pot calling the kettle black. Both of you are like twin fossils who think work is a wife. Honestly, if the Moon Goddess ever planned a pity ceremony for lonely men, you two would be seated on the front row.”He raised his brow. “A pity ceremony? That sounds h

Isla's POV Calista stepped forward with that slow, confident walk she always had, like she owned whatever ground she set foot on. I really hated her for bullying Killian.She looked at Killian, then at Scott, then at me, as if measuring who could be bartered and who could not.“You want your son pack's freedom back,” she said, voice soft but sharp. “You want an end to this little chaos. I want my family intact, and I want my daughter’s future secure. Hear me out.”She didn’t wait for him to answer. She laid out the offer in plain cold sentences that she would take Scott and Elijah and every vampire under her wing out of his territory tonight. She would remove whatever threads tied them to his borders, relocate them to a place far from his reach, and she would never interfere with Killian’s alliances or Daphne’s marriage again, not publicly, not privately. In return, he would heal Scott immediately where we stood, and he would give them safe passage out of

Isla's POV We were close. We passed over a trail of dead bodies, wolves and vampires, Isla walked ahead, holding her blood dripping dagger like she could stab, her breathing steady but sharp, like someone forcing calm into herself. Liam and I followed, the stench of blood near enough to choke.When we reached the clearing, I caught the faint rustle of movement. Isla raised her hand, a silent warning and crouched behind a fallen log. From there, the view opened.Ten vampires stood in a rough circle. At the center of them, Scott was on his knees, his body trembling. His skin burned with deep, angry veins, the vervain I’d used on him was tearing through his system like poison, they refused to heal probably because of the wolf bite.Elijah knelt beside him, his voice raw, begging him to stay awake.Isla’s brows furrowed. “That’s them?” she whispered.“Dead ghosts that came back to our peaceful world as vampires,” I said, my voice low. “And the two in the middle… Elijah and Scott.”Li

Killian's POV I ripped the iron out of me and the world tilted for a second, the pain vanished as the wound sealed. The rod slid from my fingers and wet with my own blood. I spat a curse and ignored the bruise already forming across my ribs. I wrenched the rod free and spun, throwing it without thinking twice.Elijah didn’t flinch. He reached out and caught the rod with one hand like it was an offering, not a weapon. He held it up between us, casual, the corners of his mouth pulled into that lazy smile he always used when he wanted you to underestimate him.For a second, only a second I watched him. The laugh lines at his eyes were gone, replaced with a hardness that had nothing to do with age. I’d changed while he wasn’t looking.“Seeing you in your wolf form without the full moon, I must say I’m impressed.” He said with a smile. Scott lying on the floor behind him getting ready to stand against me again as he's getting healed up.He smiled and the smile didn’t reach anywhere t

Liam's POV I’d been standing at the doorway long enough for the wood to warm under my palm. The scrolls on the table made a little paper city, spines and corners aligned like soldiers while Isla crouched in the middle of it, head down, eyes scanning. She’d been quiet for hours, loud kind of quiet, but the focused kind that meant trouble or a breakthrough.“What are you looking for, Isla?” I asked, trying for a joke and getting nothing but the rustle of pages back.She didn’t look up. “We already have a lead on how to cure a vampire bitten by a werewolf. That’s the point.” My voice was craving for attention, but she didn't lose concentration.“Hmm,” I said, wandering over and leaning against the frame. She sighed before talking again like I was too dumb not to understand, “Killian called Scott and Elijah higher vampires, right? If ordinary vampires fall to a wooden stake, do you really think you’re going to take