Novels by Babs Noir

Killian's POV I shoved open the door. Then my eyes locked onto Daphne, sitting in my chair like it was her rightful place, her green eyes glinting with that familiar venom. Isla stood a few paces away, her arms crossed. My wolf stirred, hackles rising, but I kept it caged. Barely.“What the hell are you doing in my house, Daphne?” My voice was low, edged with a growl I didn’t bother to hide. “Last I checked, daughters of scheming Alphas don’t get free rein in my territory.”Daphne rose, slow and deliberate, her lips curling into a smirk that made my blood boil. “Funny, Killian. I was just wondering why she,” her gaze flicked to Isla, “is playing house with my supposed fiance.”The word fiance landed like a slap. I barked out a laugh, cold and humorless. “You and your father are still clinging to that fantasy? I don’t play pawns in Marcellus’s games to take control of my pack, and I sure as hell don’t answer to you. Get ou

Marcellus’s POV “Sir!" The heavy sound of boots thundered up the stairs, and I knew who it was before the door even swung open. Lucas, my most reliable guard, burst into the room, his face flushed from the climb. I leaned back in my chair, striking a match to light my cigarette. The flame hissed, and I exhaled a slow cloud of smoke, watching it curl toward the ceiling. “Got good news for me, I presume?” My voice was calm, almost lazy, but Lucas knew better than to mistake it for softness. Failure wasn’t an option, and the way his shoulders stiffened told me he understood that. He caught his breath, standing straighter. “The Redridge pack’s on board, Alpha. They’ve agreed to halt the stream feeding Killian’s territory with water. I also gave the order to our traders, silk, meat, all major supplies, cut off. No more shipments to his pack.” I nodded, savoring ano

Killian's POV Liam skidded to a stop in front of me, chest heaving, eyes wide. He knew better than to keep me waiting, I had shouted at him on the phone earlier. “Sir, you called for me,” he managed to speak, breathless. I rose from my chair, the wood creaking beneath as I stood up with force. “The crippled bastard I trusted to watch Isla,” I spat, pacing once, twice, before pinning Liam with a murderous glare. “He’s lost her. Claims he can’t find her anymore.” Liam’s throat bobbed. “I gave one order,” I snarled, voice low but dangerous. “One.” My hand slammed against the desk, rattling the crystal decanter at the edge. “She doesn’t just vanish. Not under my watch. Who knows if there are wolves around gnashing their teeth while looking for her?” My wolf clawed beneath my skin, restless, furious, ready to tear into

Daphne's POV I wasn’t expecting to see her of all people.One moment, I was pacing the edge of Killian’s estate, running through a dozen ways to approach him about the employment letter I’d just received. The next moment a shadow of movement shoved through the old side gate and slammed right into me.Isla.Her face went pale the second our eyes met, I halted my steps.My stomach twisted, rage flaring so fast it nearly blinded me. What was she doing here? Why did she look so guilty, like a thief caught red handed?I narrowed my eyes, looking at her appearance checking if she's really the slut Tasha claimed, her messy hair, her wide eyes, the way she stammered my name like she was scared. She was just shocked.“Isla,” I said, dragging out her name slowly, letting suspicion lace every syllable. “What are you doing here?”The words were calm but I was fighting battles inside of me. So the rumors Tas

Isla's POV A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head when I opened my eyes. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, tall, and decorated.Then memories came flooding back. Killian’s arm over my shoulder. His strength pinning me down. My teeth sunk into his back.The humiliation of being carried like some prize through the crowd.I groaned and pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead. “Damn it…”The sheets around me were soft, almost too soft, definitely not mine. Killian’s house. Of course.I sat up slowly, my body reminding me of the struggle from last night. My throat was dry, my lips chapped, and my pride shredded.Someone had left a tray of food on the bedside table. Steaming tea, warm bread, and a small dish of fruit. My stomach betrayed me, growling loud, but I clenched my jaw.“I don’t need his pity,” I muttered, glaring at the tray like it had personally off

Daphne's POV The cafe buzzed with idle chatter, but all I could hear was Tasha’s sharp, sugary voice cutting through the air.“I’m telling you, Daphne,” she said, leaning closer across the table, her manicured nails drumming against her cup. “I saw her. Isla. With Alpha Killian. At a hotel. And not in a way that looked innocent.”My chest tightened. “You saw them?”Tasha’s eyes glittered with the thrill of scandal. “Walking in together. Disappeared for hours. You know what that means. She’s a slut, playing her way into his bed, pretending she’s special.”Mia groaned, rolling her eyes as she stirred her tea. “Oh, Tasha, you love making storms out of the shadows. Stop exaggerating. Daphne, don’t listen to her, she probably saw nothing and twisted it into a fairytale.”But Tasha smirked. “Fairytales don’t leave receipts. I never delete my photos, remember?”Her phone glinted in the light as she slid it across the table. My fingers hovered above it, hesitant. I didn’t need to open the ga