Novels by Beloved Write

Epilogue Raina's point of view Dorian broke my heart so completely it felt like a knife in my chest.He only wanted me because of the contract which meant I was nothing more than a possession to him, a thing for his pleasure.“I'm leaving. I don’t care about the contract.” I said, and grabbed my suitcase from the wardrobe.“Raina, we have a contract.” Dorian snapped, furious.I chuckled dryly, “As if I care.”“Then what are we going to call this?!” he demanded.“Maybe a breach of contract.” I tugged the case toward the door.But suddenly, a rich scent of roses drifted into my nose.To my shock, it was coming from Dorian.Why hadn’t I ever sensed this before?“Or could it be that Dorian had been hiding his scent from me all this while?” I wondered aloud.I couldn’t deny it; I had never once caught such a scent from Luke.So why now? Why Dorian?He reached for me. I jerked his hands off my shoulders and pulled away.I shouldn't let that distract me.| >>>>>Immediately I stepped throu

Author's point of view The rest of the drive stretched on in heavy silence. Neither Raina nor Dorian found the words to speak; their thoughts were shackled by the witch’s threats, replaying over and over like a curse they couldn’t shake.By the time the car rolled through the palace gates, the weight in their chests had only grown heavier.They stepped out, and almost immediately, a guard approached Dorian with urgency in his stride.“Your Majesty,” he said with a bow, “we’ve caught a man stalking the palace.”Dorian’s brow furrowed. “And who is he?” His voice carried a sharp edge of alarm.“He refuses to speak,” the guard admitted.Raina leaned forward, her anxiety clear. “Does he look familiar?”“No, my lady,” the guard replied, bowing again.A chill cut through Dorian then, a dark foreboding that tightened his gut. Enemy. The word hissed through his mind with icy certainty.“Where is he now?” Dorian demanded.“In the prison, sire.”Dorian gave a firm nod before turning to Raina. H

Raina's point of view I couldn’t believe they could do this, could choose my life like a piece on a board.How dare they expect me to kneel and wear their crown?Why now, why does everything fracture at once? My father's bloodlines run blue; my mother’s name drips with power. Two worlds colliding, two thrones hanging on the same fragile thread.This makes no sense. It can’t.I have a kingdom to save, a pack that needs me, wounds that need closing. A witch-queen’s crown would strangle those responsibilities, bury me under ceremonies and politics I never asked for. I’m not made for this kind of suffocating stress. I’m not ready. Not now. Not ever.“So, Alpha Dorian, know this, if there will ever be peace between us, it must rest on this agreement,” the head witch declared, her gaze sharp and unwavering on him.“That’s impossible!” Dorian’s voice thundered back. “She is my Luna. Everyone knows that!”I stood frozen, my tongue tied, my mind drowning in chaos. Words abandoned me, leaving

Author's point of view Due to the way Raina had swept her hair to the side, the reddish-blue star mark on her neck was suddenly visible. The moment the head witch saw it, she shrieked, her voice echoing like thunder.“She’s one of us!”Raina froze. No. That couldn’t be true. She wasn’t one of them. She couldn’t be. Her chest tightened as if the words themselves were chains.“I am not a witch!” she shot back, shaking her head violently, her voice breaking with defiance.Without hesitating, the head witch explained everything to Raina."You're lying!" Raina told her, refusing to accept that her mother was a witch.The head witch’s expression softened, unnervingly calm now. “There’s nothing to argue about, my dear Raina.”“There’s everything to argue about!” Raina snapped, her throat burning. The claim felt like a cruel slap across her soul.“Perhaps,” the witch said slowly, eyes glinting, “no one ever told you the truth. Or maybe… your mother was simply too ashamed to tell you.”Raina

Raina's point of view How come no one ever told me Ana was my aunt?How is that even possible? A witch as my mother’s sister?A cold knot grew in my chest. If Ana was family, then why had nobody whispered a single thing about her? Why had they kept my blood hidden? Questions crowded me, hot and accusing, but this wasn’t the moment to unravel mysteries.It wouldn't make any sense me pondering in this, maybe, witch Ana and my mother were close friends and that's why my father wrote she being my mother's sister.My mother isn't a witch and there's no way a witch would suddenly become her sister.And so, I slipped the book into a blanket, fingers trembling more from dread than the chill. Below, a guard’s voice cut through the hush.“Luna!”“I’m down here!” I shouted, forcing my voice steady.He peeped over the railing. “You need help?”“Get a rope. Anything to get me out of here.” My words came out breathless.“All right, my lady.” He called back, already moving.A while later a rope was

Raina's point of view I pushed the door open as though if I dared hesitate, it would slam shut of its own accord.With anticipation laced with unease, I stepped into the library and goodness, it was overflowing with books stacked high upon shelves.To my right, shelves. To my left, more shelves. At every corner, nothing but rows upon rows of books.I won’t deny it, this wasn’t what I was expecting.I thought something, anything, would appear the very moment I opened the door. But no.What stared back at me was an overwhelming task.I had to find something.Anything.But where do I even begin in a place so suffocatingly piled with books?What if, after all this, I end up finding nothing?The thought left me puzzled as I wandered through the long, vast library, its shelves stretching endlessly like a maze.Then, a memory stirred, my father once joked, “What if what lies here is the Philosopher’s Stone?”I had laughed it off then, but now… what if he wasn’t entirely wrong?Could it be t