Novels by Babs Noir

Liam’s POV Killian and I were buried in old scrolls and law books, going through them under the Alpha’s instruction, Isla’s instruction now, whether anyone said it out loud or not.She sat a few feet away on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, reading what looked like a novel, completely unbothered while we drowned in dust and ancient laws.“You know,” I said, letting one of the scrolls fall shut as I straightened, “you’re not even officially Alpha yet, and you’re already ordering a pack’s Beta around.”She didn’t look up immediately. When she did, there was that calm look on her face, the one that always felt intentional.“I thought this was voluntary,” she said. “Did I force anyone?”I huffed. Sarcasm. Definitely sarcasm. She absolutely coerced me into doing this.Killian rolled his neck lazily. “So what exactly should an Alpha like me be doing right now?” he asked.I turned to him. “That’s the thing. Th

Isla’s POVI didn’t wait for permission.I brushed past Liam, past the guard, my steps uneven but relentless. The corridor felt longer than it should have, each turn stretching time like it was testing how badly I wanted to reach him. My thoughts refused to settle, tumbling over each other, his voice, his apology, his hands shaking when he held Daphne’s, the way he’d looked at me like I was something he never deserved but was grateful to see anyway.I pushed into the chamber where they’d taken him.He was lying still, too still. Tubes, herbs, things I didn’t recognize surrounded him, attendants moving quietly, urgently, like they were afraid sound alone might finish what fate had started. Calista stood to one side, restrained, her face pale in a way I’d never seen before. For once, there was no smugness in her eyes. I went straight to him.“Father,” I said, the word unfamiliar and heavy on my tongue. I took his hand. It was warm, but weak, like it was already letting go of the str

Isla’s POVDaphne’s fingers trembled in his grasp.“I don’t know how to forgive a man who tried to erase me,” Daphne said at last, her voice low but steady. “I grew up believing I had a father somewhere, but my existence was a mistake everyone was trying to correct.”Her father stayed where he was, unmoving, as if standing would be a crime. “You have every right to hate me.”“I do,” she replied honestly. “But I’m tired of carrying it.”She pulled her hand free, not gently, not cruelly, just enough to remind him that forgiveness was not ownership. “I won’t forgive you today,” she said. “Maybe not tomorrow. But I won’t let what you did define who I become.”Something like relief crossed his face, mixed with pain so deep it seemed carved into him.“That is more mercy than I deserve,” he said.Thorne exhaled slowly, as though he’d been holding his breath since the truth first surfaced. He stepped forward, positioning himself between them, “The pack doesn’t need perfection,” he said. “It

Isla’s POV All around us, the Blackwood pack was still bowing. Heads lowered and their knees pressed to the earth. I shifted my body, suddenly unsure where to put myself. My hands felt useless at my sides. My name, Alpha, still echoed in my head like it belonged to someone else.“You don’t look relieved,” Thorne said quietly, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “Most people would be celebrating right now.”“I don’t know how to celebrate something I didn’t ask for,” I replied. “Or something I don’t fully understand yet.”He nodded once, accepting that without argument. “That’s fair. But understand this, no one here expects perfection from you. Your presence alone is enough for them, for us.”I glanced at the kneeling crowd again. Some looked up briefly, curiosity and reverence mixed in their eyes, then bowed again like they were afraid to offend fate itself.“Stand up,” I said suddenly.It c

Liam’s POV I leaned against the side of the helicopter, arms folded, watching the guards move with practiced precision. Boxes locked. Weapons checked. No room for mistakes.Thorne’s voice carried too easily for a situation this loaded, and that alone made my jaw tighten.“Who knew I’d be heading back to my pack this early?” Thorne went on, grinning like this was some victory parade. “And with the great Alpha Killian himself.”Killian didn’t smile. He didn’t glare either. That was the problem. When he went quiet like that, it meant he was choosing control over instinct.Thorne turned slightly, adjusting his jacket. “Like I said earlier, it’s not really necessary you follow us,” he added casually. “She’s our Alpha now. I can guarantee her full safety.”I felt it then, the shift. In Killian.His shoulders squared. He turned to Thorne, eyes sharp, voice calm in a way that warned of violence better than shouting ever could.

Isla’s POV Silence swallowed the graveyard. My tears wouldn’t stop. They slid down my cheeks unchecked as I stared at the ring resting in Thorne’s open palm. It wasn’t just a ring. It felt old in a way time couldn’t explain. The symbols carved into it stirred something deep in me, something that hummed under my skin, as if the land itself knew it belonged to me.“I…” My voice cracked before the word could form. I lifted a hand to my mouth and shook my head. “I don’t even know who I am yet.”“You are a Blackwood,” Thorne said gently. No teasing. No arrogance. Just the truth. “By blood. By fate. By everything they tried to bury.”I felt Killian beside me before I saw him. His presence was solid, tense. I knew that look, his instincts were screaming, telling him to pull me back, to shield me from this weight being laid at my feet. This was destiny.I turned and saw Daphne on the ground, her eyes red, hollo