Novels by TemsRay

Isabella's pov It was mind-blowing to hear that he had been appointed as the commander for the royal guard when he was only 17, the former commander had been well into his mid 50s before he had been given the position with years of experience behind him as well. Was it just nepotism? His achievements would say otherwise.But Damian did not elaborate; he just kept drawing circles in the ground with the stick and then eventually snapped it with both hands. “We should get back to warming up,” he said without looking at me standing up to his feet and naturally flowing into the jogging motion again. I followed behind him having caught my breath a bit but by the time we were coming back, we didn't pause for any short anecdotes not like he even told me what happened anyways for him to be giving us position or what could have threatened the life of a royal alpha prince. I thought that maybe I could get it out of him if we kept running together so even after I had somehow made it to the t

Isabella's pov The Royal Alpha family training field.I braced myself as I changed into a more comfortable attire in the small shack built for multi-purpose. The training field had leveled grass that covered over five acres of land. As its name suggested it was meant for the alpha royal family, and also the royal guards. But I felt that I needed Raphael's permission before I came to train here.I used Selena trying to attack me as an excuse for me needing to learn self-defense. Of course I also planned to learn offense too. I wasn't going to escape here with my physical state right now, I should be able to Outrun my pursuers. And if it got to the points that I was no longer able to run then I should be able to fight to my last breath. The training field was quite impressive.Unless under special circumstances nobody else was allowed to use it. I arrived in the early hours of the morning and just in time to see the Royal warriors begin their morning training. The first day began

Isabella's pov I stared up at the roof of my room in the palace, ever conscious of the time that was slipping past my fingers. Time was not on my side at all.A while day had been wasted in bed rotting.There was so much I had to do, and so little time to get it done but I didn't work out of that bed rotting with nothing but regrets. There was also a resolution in my heart. There had to be a way out for me.I wasn't going to lose my life like this.No, I was not going to roll over and accept whatever fate her to give to me I would fight for myself at least even if I went down I knew that I didn't get wiped off the face of the Earth without doing anything to stop it.There was a maid attending to me, I think her name was Sally, anyways she was combing my hair when someone came at the door pounding on it like their life depended on breaking it down. I was startled and so was the maid brushing my hair, she even looked as if she was ready to jump out of her shoes when she first heard

Isabella's povIt was Damien He looked me up and down with this concerned expression like I was no more than a baby bird trying to take her first flight.“You should be resting,” he said firmly, like he just caught me in the middle of treason. “I am resting, but I can't just sit around in the room anymore. I was getting bored and honestly just wanted to stretch my legs,” His eyes held mine and in a moment that everything tethered in the balance I half expected him to rat me out. Instead he came closer. “In that case you'll need an escort,” he said in a tone that told me that there was no room for arguments. I shrugged, to me he was on the quieter side so I would hardly even notice that someone else was there. Not to mention that he had more battle experience than his brothers so I wouldn't have to worry if I run into anything or anyone unpleasant along the way.If I could be sure of anything now I knew that it was the fact that they all needed me alive. “Sure,” I agreed even thou

Isabella's POV With one hand I pushed myself into a sitting position while still holding Lucas fingers, he was asleep and slouched forward. My whole body hurt, there was an ache that ran through every muscle, and yet on bothered by any of the pain that I was reflecting on my face Raphael asked that question without flinching. “Good morning to you too, Prince Raphael…” His smile, looking more sincere than usual, suddenly tilted. “There's no need for you to call me by my title, I mean you didn't even do it before when we weren't ‘officially’ mates,” for somebody who was waving his position in my face as a way to oppress me it was rich hearing this from him. “Even if I don't have to there's nothing stopping me from referring to you that way, Prince Raphael,” I was finally putting the distance between us that should have been there in the first place, he let out a hiss then straightened out his smile. “Do you have any idea what happened to you last night?” My memories had fully

Isabella’s POV “The oldest will have you tonight,” there was a small manor built in the royal woods, it served different purposes depending on the occasion. Tonight it was supposed to be the place where I'd become ‘one’ with my mates, wel,l one of them.The celebration was over and now it was time to get down to business. I had 2 hours of scrubbing, brushing and aggressive pampering as the women attending to me told me the ‘proper procedure’ that I was supposed to undertake. “You are not allowed to meet his eyes, unless he gives you permission to do so,” I had no idea that was going to be the least concerning advice I was given that night, while one of the ladies was brushing my hair she went into crude detail about what we were to do, and I wonder if the other side where one of my mates was getting ready he was also having this lecture as well, probably not. The ordeal was over and not a second too soon, they hurriedly delivered me to the bedroom, inside were scented candles and

The city never truly slept, but that night, the Delwunco estate burned with a silence so heavy it felt like mourning all over again. Chandeliers glowed faintly against the midnight air, their golden shimmer stretching across the marble halls like candlelight over a crypt.Lia stood at the highest balcony, draped in a gown of deep scarlet that swallowed her slender frame like living flame. From below, she could hear Ruben’s men voices low, plans whispered. But she wasn’t listening to them. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the city pulsed with life, commerce, and blood.Her empire.Not Ruben’s. Not Ken’s. Hers.She lifted a glass of wine, her lips brushing the rim but never drinking. Her reflection in the darkened glass doors was unrecognizable now—the soft woman who once wept over promises was gone. In her place was something sharper, colder, alive with venom.Behind her, footsteps. Heavy, measured. Ruben.“You’re awake again,” he murmured, his voice heavy with concern. “You ha

Lia stood by the balcony of the master bedroom, the black silk of her nightdress pooling around her legs, her hair pinned with cold precision. The room was lit only by the city lights pouring through the open glass doors, catching the hundreds of framed photographs of Julian she had lined across every surface. His smile was everywhere. His innocence haunted every wall.Behind her, Ruben stirred. He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, head in his hands. Since their second marriage, he had carried the weight of a man chained, his voice quieter, his movements slower. He knew Lia had changed but in these last weeks, he was beginning to realize the depth of that transformation.“You didn’t come to bed again,” he said quietly, not daring to look at her.Lia’s laugh was soft, cutting. “And what exactly would I be coming to? A husband who spends his nights drowning in regret instead of fixing the ruins he helped create?”Ruben’s fists clenched. “I’m trying ”“No,” she cut in, turni

Lia sat quietly in the masters bedroom, she had made it a temple of julian, hes pictures, everywhere, she wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon Every inch had been remade under Lia’s hand black drapes smothering the windows, velvet sheets layered with cold silver embroidery, and along the walls, framed photographs of Julian. His smile, his laughter, his youth it watched from every angle, a silent shrine. Even the scent of his cologne lingered, because Lia had ordered his belongings preserved, refusing to let time erase him. She stood before the largest frame now, a glass of red wine in hand, her reflection mingling with Julian’s in the polished surface. Dressed in silk the color of midnight, hair swept back like a queen preparing for battle, she looked untouchable. The door opened behind her. Ruben entered quietly, his face shadowed. His eyes flickered over the room over Julian and he looked like a man trespassing in his own home. “You’ve made this place a tomb,” he said so

The night air outside the Delwunco estate felt heavy, as though even the wind itself carried whispers of ghosts. The mansion glowed in soft amber light, its marble walls gleaming like a mausoleum dressed for royalty. Yet inside, the silence was anything but peaceful.Lia sat in the grand dining hall, alone at the head of the table. The long mahogany stretch before her was set for no one else silver cutlery polished, crystal glasses catching candlelight, untouched food cooling under its delicate fragrance. She hadn’t summoned anyone. No guests. No Ruben. No Daphne.This was a throne room, and she was the queen who didn’t need a crown.Her fingers traced the rim of her glass, nails painted black to match the dress hugging her form. She had grown into something sharper, darker since the burial, since the wedding, since Julian. And tonight, her silence wasn’t grief it was calculation.The echo of footsteps broke through the stillness. Ruben entered, shoulders squared, his expression unrea

The boardroom inside the Delwunco estate had never looked the same since Lia began taking her seat at the head of the table. Black marble floors gleamed beneath the warm light, but it was her presence that commanded the room. Draped in a fitted midnight dress, her heels clicking against the polished stone, she sat where once only Ruben had sat.No hesitation. No second-guessing.“Gentlemen,” she began, her voice carrying like a blade drawn from its sheath. “The days of sloppy deals, unchecked loyalties, and whispers behind closed doors are over. From this moment, every coin, every gun, every word spoken in the Delwunco name passes through me.”The men glanced at one another, some uncomfortable, others intrigued. They had once bowed to Ruben out of fear. Now, they leaned forward, drawn to Lia out of something sharper her cold fire, her refusal to flinch.Ruben stood slightly behind her, watching. Pride twisted with unease in his chest. He had brought her into this world to protect her,

The city lights flickered against the night sky, restless and alive, but inside the private penthouse overlooking the harbor, the atmosphere was suffocating. No marble pillars, no grandeur, no haunting silence of the Delwunco estate just steel, glass, and the hum of the world below.Lia sat by the tall window, her reflection a ghost in the glass. She wore crimson silk, a deliberate choice too bold to be mourning, too sharp to be soft. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, dark waves framing a face that looked almost serene. Almost. But serenity was a mask, one she had perfected. Beneath it lived a storm.Behind her, Ruben was pacing. He had spent the last hour on the phone with men who once swore allegiance to him, only to hesitate now, fearing the shift of power they couldn’t quite name. He’d tried to rally them back into his grip, but whispers spread fast whispers that his wife was no longer standing behind him, but above him.He ended the call with a curse and threw the phone onto t