Novels by Khaddyyy Writes

Alaina POVGrace sat at a corner table like she belonged there, one leg tucked under her, sunglasses hiding half her face. She wore baggy pants and an oversized white tee as if trying to disappear into the crowd. Every small detail amplified the betrayal: the way she hugged herself, the practiced casualness of a woman who hoped no one would look too closely. I inhaled and let my pulse settle. I had rehearsed this confrontation in my head until the edges were sharp enough to cut; now I had to make sure I did not lose my balance.I slid into the chair opposite her, folding my hands on the table so my fingers would not tremble. Up close the disguise mattered less. The shades did not hide the set of her jaw. The hat could not mask the guilt that showed in the little tremor at the corner of her mouth. She glanced up, and when she spoke my name the sound struck like an accusation."Alaina?" she asked, too light, as if calling my name might make everything easy a

Alaina POVLucious’s voice cut through the whirl of thoughts in my head. “Okay, I contacted the courier who delivered that letter you got, the one supposedly from Grace,” he said without looking up from his laptop. I leaned over his shoulder, watching the screen as if the answers might jump out and grab me.He tapped a few keys, then held up his phone so I could see the messages. “She is still with the Moonridge Pack,” he said, low and steady. “It was bait.”“You can’t trace her—” I started, heat rising. I would have stopped him if I could, but Lucious kept talking.“You are lucky I thought of this fast.” He cut me off gently but firmly. “I traced the delivery man’s number. He was handling the letters Grace sent from this area. He was trying to send another one to you. She’s active.”He turned the phone so the message thread lit up my face. The proof glowed in little bubbles. My pulse stuttered. “Where is she now?” I asked.“Sunn

Alaina’s POV“Yesterday, you promised.” Gareth’s voice cut through the small swirl of my anxiety like sunlight through fog, and for a moment I was off balance. The offer of a drink had been harmless enough, but I had let obligations and secrets pull me away. I opened my mouth to apologize and found the words lodged in my throat. Gareth only smiled, as if he had read me perfectly.“No need to explain,” he said with that easy, knowing grin that calmed something in my chest. “I know you have a lot on your plate.”Relief warmed my face and I returned the smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” I meant it. In a world of guarded expressions and hidden motives, his steady manner felt like something I could lean on, even if only briefly.He leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “So what’s been keeping you busy lately? Work? Training?”I hesitated, then offered a careful half-truth. “I’ve been overseeing new recruits. Trying out some new comba

Freya’s POVReece’s expression twisted in disbelief, his lips parting slightly. “Wow, I didn’t expect this from you, Freya—”“You have no right to speak about me,” I cut in sharply, fixing him with a glare that made him flinch.He only shrugged, feigning indifference. Cole, however, said nothing. His silence was worse than anger. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now cold and distant, as if I were just another problem he needed to solve.I turned toward him, frustration bubbling up like acid. “Are you seriously not going to say anything? You’re just going to stand there while the whole world drags my name through the dirt?” My voice cracked at the end, more vulnerable than I wanted it to be.I began pacing the room, words spilling out faster than I could contain them. “Do you even realize what people are saying about me? About us? I can’t take this anymore, Cole! You know what I’m capable of if this isn’t resolved!”“Enough

Freya’s POVCole has barely spoken to me for weeks. Ever since that awful incident tore a crack between us, silence has been our only language. The guilt gnaws at me like a wound that refuses to heal, and the knowledge that I’m the one who caused this rift makes it even harder to bridge. Every time I try to reach out, he pulls further away, and the distance between us grows colder, heavier, unbearable.It’s never easy to bring someone like Alaina Meyers down. Her name alone carries weight. Her reputation shines like armor, and tearing it apart feels impossible. Yet somehow, Cole seems to have found a way, or at least he’s trying to. He hides the details from me, shrouding everything in mystery. I only catch fragments of his plans, whispered pieces that make my stomach twist.And even then, he won’t talk to me. Not really. Not since everything fell apart.I keep replaying the things I could have done differently, all the words I could have said. Every time I try to speak to him, his co

Adrian’s POVI could see every flicker of emotion that crossed Alaina’s face when I spoke the truth. She tried to keep her distance, to stay composed, but her eyes betrayed her. They lingered on me just a little too long. There was still something there, something neither of us wanted to admit out loud. I could feel the ache in her, echoing the one buried deep inside my chest.“She was angry with me all along,” she whispered, her voice heavy with pain. Her shoulders slumped as if the words themselves weighed her down.My chest tightened. I wanted nothing more than to take that pain away. “You don’t have to carry that,” I said softly, reaching for her hand resting on the desk. “She doesn’t matter, not really. She’s just noise. And we have what we need to shut her down for good. We’re stronger than anything she can throw at us.”Her hand didn’t pull away. She looked at me, and in her gaze, I saw something close to peace. Maybe even trust.I