Novels by jeondoris8

Kael’s Point Of ViewShe stared at me, those wary, bruised eyes full of uncertainty, and something deeper. Something broken.“Why do you keep calling me yours?” she asked, voice quiet but sharp, cutting through the moment like a blade. “You don’t even know me.”I felt my breath still in my chest. Because I did. I didn’t need a name. I didn’t need a past. I felt her in my soul. “That’s because you are,” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “My mate.” Her entire body tensed. “What?” she whispered, like the word tasted like poison on her tongue.I nodded once, slow and firm. “Mate.”She blinked at me, disbelief and fear and something close to anger flashing across her face. “That’s impossible.”“It’s not,” I said, more firmly this time. “I felt it the second you ran into me. I knew.”She shook her head, voice rising. “No. No, you don’t understand. I already had a mate. He rejected me.” Her voice cracked, and she looked away as if even saying it tore open wounds she’d buried deep. “And

Ayla's Point Of ViewI didn’t know how far I had run. My lungs burned. My feet bled. My entire body screamed in protest with every step I took.But I kept going.I had to.Anywhere was better than there.The night air stung against the open cuts on my legs, the rags I wore soaked with blood… some his, some mine. I couldn’t even tell anymore.But I could still hear him… Damon. His laughter. His drunken slurs. His belt sliding from its loops. The look in his eyes before I snapped.Before I stabbed him.Over.And over.And over.“Don’t think about it,” I muttered to myself, clutching my torn shawl tighter to my body. “Just go. Just run.”Every shadow in the woods looked like a threat. Every snap of a branch made my heart lurch. ‘What if they’ve already found him? What if his men are out here looking for me?’I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t even know where I was. I’d never been allowed beyond the forest’s edge. All I knew was the inside of Damon’s filthy cabin and the sharp taste of fear t

Kael's Point Of View"Who did this?!"My voice cracked through the forest like a thunderclap, sharp and unforgiving. The trees fell silent. Even the wind dared not rustle the leaves.Blood stained the forest floor… fresh, vibrant, and steaming in the early morning chill. The air was thick with the iron scent of it. The body lay at the center of the clearing like a twisted offering, young, female, torn apart by claws that didn’t belong to beasts, but men.My men.I stepped closer, my boots crunching through the underbrush. My eyes scanned every face standing before me. Twelve of them, all from my rogue unit. Each one avoiding my gaze, shoulders taut, jaws clenched, but none brave enough to step forward.“She was innocent,” I growled, the words dragging through my teeth like knives. “She wasn’t a threat. She was running.” I pointed at the claw marks, the torn fabric of the girl’s clothing. “You chased her. You hunted her.”A murmur rippled through the group, but no one confessed.“You t

Ayla's Point Of ViewThe man who bought me didn’t ask questions.He didn’t ask for my name, where I came from, or why I looked like I had already died and come back hollow. He didn’t care.All he saw were curves he could bruise. Weakness he could break. Silence he could suffocate.He called me "it."“Get over here, it.”“Clean the floor, it.”“Lie still, it.”And I learned. Not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. The first time I disobeyed, I learned that the whips were silver-laced and laced again with wolfsbane, to make sure what was left of my wolf never stirred again.That first week… I didn’t think I’d survive it.But I did.I survived the filthy, cage-sized room with no windows, only rusted chains and moldy straw. I survived the brutal nights when I was nothing more than breathing flesh.I survived on stale bread crumbs if I’m lucky, and rotten water that made my stomach twist, bones with noting left on them, because that’s all I was given. Scraps. Not enough to ke

Ayla's Point Of View Water.All I felt was water.It hit me like stone, hard, cold, brutal, ripping the breath from my lungs before I could even scream.The sea swallowed me whole.I tumbled beneath its waves like a ragdoll, my limbs useless, the wolfsbane-laced chains burning through my skin like molten fire. The rope around my wrists tightened as I thrashed, slicing deeper into the wounds already there.I tried to kick. I tried to surface. But the weight dragged me further… deeper… down.The salt stung the cuts across my face, and blood billowed around me in ribbons. My hair tangled in the current, wrapping around my neck like noose-tight vines. The sea didn’t want to let me go.They didn’t want to let me live.My lungs screamed for air.I opened my mouth instinctively, and the ocean rushed in. Cold and merciless. I choked, coughed, flailed. Nothing helped.My eyes burned, but I forced them open. Above me, the moon flickered like a dying candle behind ripples. So far away. So unrea

Ayla's Point Of ViewThe stench of mildew and blood choked the air as they dragged me down the winding stone steps. The farther we went, the colder it got like the walls themselves held their breath, waiting to watch me break.Chains clinked with every step. Not just mine. Others. Forgotten screams seemed to echo in the darkness, ghosts of traitors past. But I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t.The guards threw me against the damp stone wall. My shoulder slammed into the corner hard enough to draw blood. I gasped, the sting tearing through me like fire.Anton stepped into the light.His eyes gleamed with quiet cruelty, his voice measured. “Tie her up. She’s not bleeding enough yet.”“Please,” I croaked, chest heaving. “I didn’t kill Alpha Rowan. I didn’t even hate him…”Crack.The first whip slashed across my back, a cruel line of fire that made my body arch against the chains. I screamed. Not just from the pain, but from the betrayal. I was innocent.Crack.Silver. I could smell it… burni