Novels by Nafisat Adeniyi

Zara’s POVThe temple doors slammed open, sending a gust of cold wind through the hall and everyone turned.A group of students stepped in, dressed in deep blue uniforms. Their boots matched against the stone floor as they walked in tight formation, their heads high, and their backs straight. With everything they are exuding, no doubts, they are pure humans.They didn’t carry the wild energy of werewolves or the weird grace of witches. But somehow, they felt just as powerful. Maybe even more.At the front of the group was a boy. He looked only a few years older than me, with sharp cheekbones and perfectly styled dark hair that framed a face too flawless to ignore. Calm and collected, like nothing could shake him. His presence pulled the room toward him like gravity.“Fighting is forbidden in the temple,” he said, his voice even and firm. “That rule applies to everyone.”Mark’s hand dropped from where he’d been about to swing at me again. He looked away like a guilty child caught in t

Zara’s POVThe Watch, The School, and the ScarI woke up to the softness of silk. At first, I thought I was dreaming. There was no pain in my chest, no cold wind brushing my skin, no sharp branches beneath me. Just warmth… and silence.I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the golden glow pouring through huge, sheer curtains. I was lying on a bed the size of my entire room back in Mooncroft, tucked under clean white sheets. The ceiling was tall, carved with symbols I couldn’t recognize. Everything smelled like lavender and something sweet like honey and light.I sat up quickly. What the hell?My hands flew to my chest. there were no wounds, no bruises. My body felt like it had never been touched.I jumped off the bed and ran to the mirror by the wall. My reflection stared back, completely healed. The only sign anything had happened was my hair, still tangled and wild from running through the woods. My heartbeat raced.How did I get here?Then I remembered the men, the blade, Lil

Zara’s POVThe forest was quiet, too quiet. I’d walked for hours, walking through tall grass, jumping over fallen logs, and letting my legs carry me as far away from Mooncroft as they could. The pain from my bruises had dulled into a deep, throbbing ache. My feet were blistered, and I hadn’t eaten since morning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.Eventually, I reached a riverbank, far beyond any place I’d ever explored. I dropped my bag and crouched near the water, letting the cold wash over my hands. The reflection staring back at me didn’t feel like me anymore. My bottom lip was still swollen from Mira’s punch. My cheekbone was a faint shade of purple. And yet, I wasn’t crying.I was free. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. Half of me wanted to scream into the night, to cry until my chest emptied of every heavy thing it carried. But the other half, the stubborn, broken part wanted to turn back. Not to beg. Not to crawl back to the pack. No, that part of me wanted one thing.

Zara’s POV“Broken Doesn’t Mean Defeated”“You can’t sleep at the stream.”“You have to go home,” I whispered to myself, pulling my knees closer to my chest as the wind cut through my thin dress.But where was home now?Home used to feel like Darren’s arms. His laugh, his promises. Even though we never had a house together, it still felt like I belonged somewhere, as long as he was by my side.Now he was engaged to someone else, now I was just… me. I’m alone, wolfless, no one by my side now. No one to defend me. Just me. I stood up slowly, my body aching from the cold rocks I’d sat on all day. My head spun a little from crying too much and sleeping too little. Still, I dusted off my dress and made my way back to the pack’s quarters.Maybe I should’ve stayed by the stream. As soon as I stepped into the pack, eyes landed on me. Whispering started.“There she is. The slut.”“Darren’s little toy.”“She thought he’d choose her? Please.”I kept walking, pretending their words didn’t sting

Zara’s POVI don’t know how long I’ve been in love with Darren, the son of the Alpha of Mooncroft pack. Maybe since the first time he stood up for me in the training yard. Or when he gave me his jacket after a storm soaked me through. Or maybe it was that time he told me I wasn’t “just a wolfless Omega”, that I mattered.Lying beneath him now, with his body moving against mine, I felt like I was finally someone. His lips brushed against my neck, hot breath sending tiny shocks through my spine. His hands fondled my breasts gently, like I was a glass he didn’t want to break.“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, voice deep, “and so wet for me.”I bit my lip, trying not to moan too loudly. We were in the storage cabin near the river, our secret place. No one knew about us. No one would ever guess that the strong, fearless warrior who protected me from the bullies was also the man who touched me like this.“You’re the best, Darren,” I whispered, my voice barely heard.He smiled at me, that sam