Novels by Lara

Damon's eyes flashed with fury as the guard's voice echoed through the door. He pulled back from me, breaking the stare down."Stay here," he growled, heading for the door.I grabbed his arm. "No way. Your mother just framed me for murder and almost had me executed. This also involves me, I'm coming." I glared at him.He hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. But you will let me handle it. Taylor's manipulative as hell, only the goddess knows why she planned what she planned. You cannot handle her.""Whatever" I muttered and followed him out of the room.We hurried down the halls to the dungeon, the air had already grown damp and cold. Guards stood at the the entrance and bowed as Damon passed. Inside, the cells were dimly lit, groans echoing from prisoners. Then we found Lila in one of the cells, she was chained to a wall, her face was bruised, one eye barely open. She looked up as we approached and her eyes widened with terror when she saw Damon but smirking weakly despite her state. "Harp

Harper's POV Damon stared at the doorway with a bored look as my father barreled into the room. The air was thickened with tension and my wolf was on high alert, as Damon and my father stared down at each other. I scrambled to my feet, wiping my eyes, trying to look less like I'd just had my world shattered. Like I had just heard that I killed Tristan."Collins," Damon said coolly, straightening up. "Perfect timing. We were just discussing family matters."My father snorted, crossing his arms. "Family? You've been Alpha for what, a week? And you're already executing pack members like it's nothing. Now you're holed up with Harper in this room, talking shit like family matters? The elders are demanding answers. The pack thinks she's a murderer... or worse, that you're covering for her."I stepped between them, my voice came out sharper than I intended. "Father, can you back off? Damon's the one who just saved my ass from being framed. If anyone's got explaining to do, it's you. Where w

Harper's POV I stared at Damon, my heart pounding fast in my chest, the metallic tang of blood was thick in the air from the bodies he'd just dropped. His claws retracted as he wiped his hands on his shirt, that smirk still plastered on his face like he hadn't just decapitated Jax and ripped out hearts like it was nothing. The hall was chaos, elders whispering, warriors shifting uneasily, my father frozen in place. Lila was being dragged away by guards, kicking and screaming protests that no one cared about. "Now, dear stepsister," Damon repeated, his voice was low and mocking as he stayed crouched at my level, his dark eyes locking onto mine like a predator sizing up prey. "What was that about me killing Tristan?" I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to flinch from the blood smeared across his cheek. Bold, Harper. Be bold. "You heard me," I snapped back, my voice steady even though my knees wanted to buckle. "His scent was all over you last night. Earthy, pine, metallic, like he

As they marched me through the pack house, down to the council hall, the wheels in my head continued to turn endlessly. It felt like I was having a fever dream. Tristan's backpack and shirt was definitely planted in my room. But by who?The question left me confused as hell.Who hated me so much that they would frame me for the murder of my dead mate?Who----My thoughts were interrupted when Jax suddenly gave me a hard shove, and that was when I realized that we had arrived at the council hall. Marcus shut the hall's heavy oak doors behind him and bowed his head in greetings. I raised my head to look in front of me and saw that we had audience, pack elders, warriors and even some betas were seated in the hall. Then right in the middle, on the raised pew meant for the Alpha, sat Damon. His dark unreadable eyes fixed on me and I saw the faint smirk tugging at his lips?What the fuck was he smirking for?Beside him stood my father, looking grim and disappointed, that was not a surpris

Harper's POVWait, that shirt looks familiar....."I knew it, I knew that bitch killed Tristan!" A voice spat angrily. Right! That was Tristan's shirt.Wait what?Tristan's bloodstained shirt in my room? What the fuck is that doing here?How did----The man holding the blood-stained shirt thrust it forward like some damn trophy, with a victorious smirk on his face."Look what we have here." One of the men drawled out. "I always knew there was something about this bitch.""That's.... that's not.... what's going on? who put that there???" I yelled, my voice cracking with panic and I struggled in vain with the man pining me down."Don't you think we should be asking you that question? What is this shirt doing in your room, Harper?" One of the men scowled at me.Was this a joke??"I'm asking you because I don't know too! Why is----"The man restraining me, Marcus was one of the pack's guards, he snarled, "Shut the fuck up and save your breath, Harper. You will need it when you explain y

Harper's POVMy feet was fixed on the spot and my body wasn't moving even though I wanted to. I stared at Glynn with my heart pounding so fast. Her eyes bored into mine and her arms were still crossed in that typical no-nonsense Glynndon way. My head was spinning, searching for whatever excuse in the world but she already looked like she was not going to buy whatever I was about to say."Your heart is beating fast like crazy and your mind is all juggled up, which means one thing, you're feeling guilty. So I ask you again, Harp, what were you doing in Alpha Damon's room?" Glynn repeated, her voice was low but sharp."Damn, Glynn, can you lower your voice please??" I hushed her as I glanced around me, making sure no one else heard that I was in Damon's room."Just answer the damn question." She replied, still boring her eyes into mine. Glynndon, as stubborn as ever.I swallowed hard, my mind wasn't coming up with anything reasonable and Glynn wasn't giving up and there was no way I woul

Aya’s POVThe silence in the castle was so loud that it was driving me insane. It had been two weeks since I woke up in this body.Two weeks since I realized I was no longer Aya Johnson, the discarded omega, the forgotten daughter, the girl who was betrayed by her mate and who was murdered by her sister.Now, I was Marie-Anne Rose Crown, the noble-born fiancée of the most feared man in the entire Lycan Kingdom.Asher King.Even his name sounded like a taboo, something that shouldn't be mentioned lightly. Rumor had it he didn’t smile, didn’t love, didn’t forgive. His enemies were buried in nameless graves, and his allies feared him just as much as they respected him.And soon, he would walk through that door.The thought alone sent my stomach flipping into knots. I stood in front of the same mirror that had betrayed me the day I saw her, this new version of me. I didn’t recognize her still. She had poise and elegance.A sudden, sharp knock came at the door and I jumped.“He’s here,” th

(Aya’s POV)The moment my feet hit the forest floor, I let out a sob so broken it didn't sound human. My wedding dress—once a dream, now a cruel joke—dragged on the damp earth as I ran, my vision blurred with tears. The trees stretched endlessly before me, their towering shadows swaying as if they were mourning with me. Mourning what exactly? Was it my relationship with Malakai or my life as a whole?How had everything gone so wrong?I clutched at my chest, gasping for air, but the pain wouldn’t reduce. It was as if Malakai had reached inside me and torn out my soul.My mate. My love.Had I been a fool all along?I collapsed against the rough bark of a tree, sinking to my knees. My fingers dug into the dirt, the cold sinking through my skin. A sob ripped from my throat, raw and desperate.“I hate you,” I whispered, tilting my face to the dark sky. “Moon Goddess, I hate you.”My voice broke on the last word. I had done everything right. I had endured. I had obeyed. I had suffered, all

(Aya’s POV)That night, I'd had my first kiss with Malakai. That night, I had been assured that he was the love of my life. And, for the past three months of being together, I had been assured I was set for the moment that is happening presently.My wedding day.The grand hall of the packhouse was adorned in gold and white. Candles flickered from every corner, casting a warm glow over the space. The scent of roses and pine filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of roasted meats from the reception area. The entire Blue Moon Pack was present, along with delegates from Malakai’s Eclipse Pack.I stood at the altar, hands clutching the bouquet of white roses, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.I was getting married.I was becoming Malakai’s wife.He was my mate, my fated one, and despite everything—the years of suffering under my father’s roof, the cruelty of my stepmother and Jolene—Malakai had chosen me. He had loved me.He had promised me forever.I looked up at him, standing be

(Aya’s POV)I stumbled into my room, barely managing to shut the door before my legs gave out under me. My back hit the wood with a small thud, and I slid to the floor, burying my face in my hands. The laughter of my stepmother and Jolene still sounded in my ears, like a cruel sound meant to remind me of my place.A broken sob escaped my lips. No matter how much I tried to compose myself against their words, against their cruelty, it still hurt. Every day felt like a fresh wound, one that never had the chance to heal. I dug my fingers into the fabric of my worn dress, my nails pressing into my palms as if the slight sting could distract me from the deep ache in my chest.But then—something changed.A scent.It was faint at first, but undeniably there. A mix of lemon and something darker, something rich and intoxicating, like the first rain after a long dry season. It didn’t belong to the pack members who normally roamed the pack house. No, this was different. Foreign.I froze, my brea

(Aya’s POV)The scent of popping bacon filled the pack house kitchen, mixing with the natural aroma of brewed coffee and fresh bread. The dining hall buzzed with chatter as pack members gathered for breakfast, but I remained in the kitchen, my hands deep in a sink full of soapy water. The dishes from last night’s feast still needed scrubbing, and I knew better than to leave even a single plate not touched."Aya, hurry up with those dishes!" Jolene's sharp voice cut through the air, startling me instantly, making my hands move faster as I scrubbed the last of the greasy pots. "I need you to press my dress for the Alpha's meeting," she added, her tone mixed with impatience.I felt a familiar sense of resentment in my stomach, but I pushed it down, focusing on the task at hand. I rinsed the final pot and arranged it neatly on the drying rack, my movements quick and productive. "Yes, ma'am," I replied, my voice neutral as I dried my hands on the worn towel hanging from the hook.Jolene's