Novels by Babs Noir

Killian’s POV Isla and I sat beside Liam’s still body in my house, waiting for something, anything to happen. Calista’s words kept echoing in my head, that he’d wake up when the spell ran its course. But every minute felt like a century. “So when did you start believing in Calista?” Isla finally asked, her tone sharp but tired. “Liam’s like her son so she won't watch him die,” I said quietly. “She raised him, even though he hates her so much.” “Why would he hate her if she raised him?” she pressed. “Too much information can hurt, Isla.” “Then why tell me she raised him at all?” she shot back. “You already got me curious.” I sighed. “She erased his memory. She made him believe she was his mother.” The words tasted bitter. “What happened? Were you involved in a bad way?” she asked, watching my face too closely. “No. Why

Killian’s POV We filed into the hall together, me, Liam, and Calista. The ministers were already waiting for us. Someone from the Blackwood pack stood at the center, a messenger in stiff robes holding a parcel wrapped so bright it almost hurt to look at. If this were a different day, I'd have called it a golden mage and laughed. Today it felt like death wrapped in gold. Thorne’s eyes slid to Calista as soon as he saw her. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?” he said, cautious civility in his voice. “You can call me Calista,” she answered, voice soft and mocking. She offered her hand and, to my surprise, Thorne bowed and pressed a kiss to the back of it like some courtly fool. The scene set something sour in my mouth. I walked to the Alpha seat. Calista settled where the Luna should sit, that small, powerful seat before my right hand. I felt every pa

Killian’s POVThe road blurred. I didn't care about speed limits or polite traffic.Nothing mattered except that burning knot in my chest that said Liam could not die because I gave him some task. Yes, he was with Mia under my command so I'm indirectly involved in what that leads to.The pack cemetery sat beyond the corpse, rows of names, weathered stones, a place men came to lay their grief down and try to pretend it wasn't still inside them.My hands tightened on the wheel. I tried to breathe. The radio was off because every news was about the search for the Beta who ran away, Liam.I stopped the car and left the engine running. My chest was tight, and every part of me just wanted to see him. I didn’t even close the door properly.The cemetery was quiet. No guards, no movement, just rows of graves laying in the dark. And there he was, standing in front of a headstone, his shoulders heavy like the world had already ended for him.He didn’t move when I walked up. I stayed a few step

Killian’s POV I let the gate close behind me without a sound and moved toward my house, boots scuffing over the ground.Isla was waiting on the porch, hands folded tight over her bag. She didn’t run to me, didn’t throw herself at my chest as she sometimes did when worry got too loud for her. She held herself like a woman who’d run a long way.“You look like a man who fed the council to the dogs,” she said before I could say hello. “I made a dangerous point,” I answered. “Some points need to be made loud enough to be heard in other packs.” I kept walking past her, into the house. Isla followed. “We need to talk.”“No,” I said. It came out harder than I wanted. I heard the confession in the word, the way it trembled and wanted me to pull back from it. “Not tonight. Not about anything that happened.”She stopped two steps behind me. “You can’t just…”“I can,” I said. “And I will. You pus

Killian’s POV I walked into the hall with Liam beside me. The doors shut behind us, and every head turned our way. It was quiet enough to hear footsteps echo on the floor. No Omegas, no outsiders. Only ranks that mattered. Gammas stood near the sides, Betas filled the middle rows, and the Alphas or their heirs sat up front. Every eye followed us as we found our way to our seats. Liam kept his face straight. He looked around the room once, then at me. I gave him a small nod. It was all he needed to know what came next. We walked toward the center, and whispers started. Nothing loud, just enough to tell the news had already spread. Everyone here had heard about what happened at the cafe. The Beta who hit a man in public. The man who turned out to be the Blackwood heir. Thorne was there, sitting near the front, legs crossed, acting like this was all a show arr

Killian’s POV “What do you mean he’s staying?” Isla asked, her voice trembling a little, like she already feared the answer.I didn’t look at her immediately. I was sorting through the papers scattered across my desk, trying to focus on the numbers and reports in front of me, but the words barely registered. Finally, I exhaled and straightened up.“I wish I could tell him to go back,” I said, opening the drawer and pulling out a stack of files clipped together, the inspection documents for the upcoming inter pack audit. “But it’s tradition. Once an inspector from Blackwood arrives, we can’t dismiss him without consequence. He’ll stay until he’s done or he does something worth banishing for.”Her brows knitted together, and I could almost hear her heartbeat quicken. “You just have to be careful around him till he’s gone,” I added, setting the files into my trolley for transport to the lower office.Her fingers fidgeted against t