Novels by Lads girlie

Elara drank the healer’s tea the next morning. It tasted bitter, like burned leaves, but she forced it down. Her nose wrinkled, and her stomach twisted, but she didn’t throw up.She had to be strong.As she stepped outside, cold air hit her face. The sky was gray, and the wind smelled like snow. Winter was coming fast. That made everything harder. Less food. More work. And tighter rules.The leader of the rogue pack, Clay, was in a bad mood.He shouted at two wolves for dropping firewood. Then he growled at Lena for cooking too slow. Everyone walked on eggshells.Elara kept her head down and did her chores quickly. She scrubbed the laundry with frozen fingers and didn’t complain once, even when her hands turned red and sore.She knew she couldn’t draw attention.But as the day passed, her body grew weak. Her legs shook, and her back hurt more. She hid behind the shed and rested a few minutes, then rushed back before anyone noticed.Mira found her later, sitting near the well.“You loo

Elara woke up before the sun rose.Her back hurt, and her stomach felt tight. She didn’t know if it was from sleeping on the thin straw mattress or… from the baby growing inside her.She placed a hand on her belly. Still flat. No one would notice yet. Not for a few more weeks. Maybe longer, if she wore loose clothes.She sat up slowly, careful not to make noise. The pack didn’t like lazy wolves. If she was late for chores, she wouldn’t get food.Outside, the wind was cold. Elara wrapped her scarf tighter and walked toward the well to fetch water. Her steps were slow, her body tired, but she forced herself to keep moving.No one could know.If anyone found out she was pregnant,especially with an Alpha’s pup they’d question her. Who was the father? Why didn’t she tell? Did she sneak away during the Moon Festival?And if the wrong wolf found out…Her hands shook.What if he found her?The masked Alpha. The one from that night. The one who touched her like she was precious, only to disapp

Elara woke to the sound of birds chirping just outside her window.She blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes, confused at how late it was. Normally, she wakes up before sunrise before other servants wake up, but today her body felt too heavy, too warm, like she was under the sunlight she couldn't shake off.Her stomach had strange feelings and the moments she sat up. She barely made it to the basin before she runs over, coughing and gagging, but nothing came up. Only a bitter taste in her mouth and the sharp sting of shame in her chest.She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, frowning.This wasn’t normal.But Elara didn’t question it much. She never really did. She just assumed she was unlucky,maybe she ate something bad, or caught a cold from the chill in the air.Still, it kept happening.She felt lightheaded most mornings. Her appetite changed by the hour. One moment she wanted nothing but dry toast, the next she craved berries so badly she nearly cried when the kitchen had none left.And

The full moon hung low in the sky, glowing like a silver eye watching everyone below. Music echoed through the forest, and warm lights floated in the air. Laughter, howls, and drum beats filled the night.It was the Moon Festival,a time when packs from different lands gathered to dance, drink, and forget the rules for just one night.Elara stood at the edge of it all.She wore a deep red cloak that covered her face, her hood hiding most of her hair. Her heart beat too fast. Her hands trembled inside the long sleeves.She didn’t belong here.She was just an omega from a forgotten line, born in a house where women had no voice. They told her what to wear, how to behave, and who she would marry one day. That day never came. Instead, her mother died, her father vanished, and her pack sold her to a family who used her like a maid.But tonight… no one knew her name. No one saw her scars.She stepped forward.The festival crowd opened before her. Fires lit the center, where dancers moved in