Novels by D.Aeris

RENZO POVRain clung to the windows like sweat, the wipers working overtime but the tension inside the car made it hard to breathe. Bram’s hands stayed locked on the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight.I couldn’t fucking breathe. My heart had nearly flown out of my chest. My shoulder throbbed—bruised. I turned toward the driver’s seat, eyes catching on Bram. He was bleeding at the side of his head. The guard up front looked dazed, blinking like he’d just snapped back into reality.Suddenly, the guard jolted, shoved open the door, and stumbled out. A second later, the back door swung open and he dropped to his knees beside me.“Sir, are you okay?” he asked, breath shaking. Then he bowed.“I deserve to die… I failed to protect you.”I rolled my eyes.My gaze met Bram’s in the rearview mirror.“Get down. I’ll drive.”He didn’t say a word. Just stepped out of the car like it was nothing. I climbed into the driver’s seat. Bram slid into the passenger side, quiet as ever.“Boss, you

RENZO POV“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”My breath snagged. Pulse skipped—then pounded like a fucking war drum.What the actual fuck.How did he know?I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the message like it might rewrite itself. Like maybe if I looked long enough, it would disappear.But it didn’t.A flush crept up my neck, hot and humiliating. My fingers gripped the phone too tightly. My thumb hovered over the screen, but I couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even think straight.I bolted.Didn’t care if he saw me leave. Didn’t care if I looked like a damn coward. I just needed to get away. I slammed the door behind me, flung myself onto the bed, and buried my face into the pillow like it could smother the memory of that text.But it replayed in my head, word for fucking word.“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”What the hell? How did he even know?I shot upright, panic blooming in my chest. My gaze swept the room. Paranoia kicked in hard.

RENZO POVMy eyes widened in shock, the breath knocked clean out of my lungs at the scene in front of me.Bram.And some random guy.Fucking.The guy’s eyes went wide the moment he saw me standing in the doorway.“What the fuck, Bram? You said no one was coming in!” he shouted, clearly knowing him. But Bram didn’t stop. Not for me. Not for anything.He pulled out of the guy’s ass, stroking his thick cock with slow, deliberate movements, then slapped the guy’s ass hard. The moan that followed was filthy—like he was made for it. Then Bram slid a finger inside him again, deep, as he kept stroking himself, his cold eyes locked on mine.I swallowed hard, a dry lump caught in my throat. My feet were frozen in place.“Yes, Bram… fuck, Daddy. I’ve always loved your cock,” the guy moaned like he wasn’t just being watched. Like he wanted me to see.“What the fuck is wrong with you two?!” I shouted, finally finding my voice. “Bram, is this what I’m paying you for?!”The guy smirked over his shou

RENZO POVArms wrapped around me, stopping me mid-fall.One second I was falling, bracing for hardwood and humiliation. The next, my face slammed into something solid. Hard. Warm.A chest.A broad, unmoving chest.And then—God—my lips hit skin.Warm skin.My eyes flew open, breath caught in my throat. My mouth was pressed against his neck. Bram’s neck. I could feel the pulse beneath his skin, steady and indifferent, like mine wasn’t thundering like a damn war drum.I gasped and shoved myself back, heat crawling up my spine as I stumbled out of his grip.He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Just stared down at me like he’d caught a leaf falling out of the sky. Like it meant nothing.I cleared my throat, stepping away quickly. “I would’ve said thank you,” I said flatly, like my heart wasn’t still racing, “but you’re paid to protect me.”No reaction. Of course not.I turned and stormed outside, needing air, distance, anything but the static buzzing under my skin.The cars were already parked

RENZO POVIt’s another fucking day with me stuck with Brian with Bram.I’m so fucking bored I could scream. There’s nothing to do here except rot in front of the TV watching movies and play video games like a damn princess locked in a tower. I used to have clubs. Late nights. Good drugs. Great sex. I used to have people around me.Now? Nothing. No calls. No visits. Just me, Bram, and the walls closing in.The doctor left yesterday, which was the last bit of interaction I had with an actual human being who didn’t make me feel like I was one wrong move away from getting body-slammed. And no offense, but I was hoping she’d stay longer. At least she had great tits.Now the only thing keeping me sane is porn and my right hand. And even that’s losing its charm.I was sprawled on the couch, staring at the stupid screen like it might suddenly entertain me better if I glared hard enough, when Bram walked in and turned the TV off. No warning. Just walked in and—click.I sat up, scowling.“What

RENZO POVThe morning tastes like stale bitterness and quiet rage.Bram’s already awake, as always. I hear him in the kitchen—quiet movements, efficient. No wasted sound. Just the dull clink of a spoon in a mug and the low hum of the fridge closing.He’s always up before me. Always dressed, always armed, always silent. Like he doesn’t sleep. Like he’s some kind of automaton built to ruin my goddamn sanity one blank stare at a time.I roll to my feet and stretch, spine cracking.He doesn’t look at me when I walk into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot, the morning light catching on the faint scars across my ribs. Old things. Razor-thin memories of old betrayals.“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” I mutter.He sets a steaming mug down on the counter—his own—and sips. His eyes flick to me once, unreadable, before returning to whatever silent thought process is happening behind those eyes.Not a single word.“You’re really committing to this silent brute act, huh?” I say, leaning on the

Rian’s POV The second night came without sleep. Not because I didn’t want to rest—but because my mind wouldn’t let me. The cell was colder tonight, as if the stones themselves had learned how to siphon heat. My skin was raw from the chains, my wrists rubbed raw and sore, but I welcomed the pain. It kept me alert. Awake. Here. Because if I let myself drift—if I allowed the haze to pull me down—I’d see it all again. The fire. The screaming. Darius on his knees in a sea of flame, reaching for me with melting skin and blackened eyes. And I froze. Powerless. Dying inside before death even reached me. ​They weren’t dreams. The Seer said so. Visions. Of what could be. Or what would be if I didn’t stop it. I sat in the silence, legs curled beneath me, chains taut but not tight enough to crush. My back rested against the damp stone wall, and I counted heartbeats in the stillness. Thirty. Sixty. Ninety. Still alive. Still mine. The floor beneath me pulsed. I

Rian’s POV I woke up on cold stone. My whole body ached. My wrists were cuffed, and the metal burned just enough to make sure I didn’t forget it. The air smelled like old blood, mildew, and something sharp—magic, maybe. Whatever they’d used to bind me, it was working. I could feel my power, but I couldn’t reach it. Like it was locked behind glass. I tried to move. My head spun. Where the hell was I? A heavy door creaked open. I didn’t even bother lifting my head. I already knew who it was. “Elion,” I muttered. His footsteps echoed. Slow. Like he had all the time in the world. “I’m glad you’re awake,” he said, voice smooth and way too calm for someone who had me chained up like an animal. “You and I have a lot to discuss.” I forced myself up, back against the wall, legs weak. I probably looked like hell. Didn’t matter. I met his eyes anyway. “You won’t win,” I said. “Whatever this is, it ends with me walking out of here. Or burning it all down.” He tilted his head

DARIUS POV The cell door slammed behind me, but I barely heard it.Toran’s words still rang in my skull like poison bells, each one hammering my veins with ice and fire.“She’s a gate.”“They’ll bleed her dry trying to open it.”“You won’t reach her in time.”I couldn’t breathe. Not properly. Not like before. Not since I found her bed empty, her scent torn by strange leather and magic. Not since I caught the stench of betrayal leading me straight to my own Beta—my brother in arms—who had given her away like she was nothing.She was everything.And they took her.Rage flared inside me hotter than any flame my bloodline could summon. My hands itched to tear walls apart, to snap bones, to claim vengeance with every heartbeat. I’d hunted half the castle already, interrogating guards, ransacking every shadowed corridor. Salt trails, magic wards, whispers in the dark—they all screamed her name, and I followed them like a beast, forgetting what it meant to be careful. I was a king, and I wa

Toran POV They had me in chains. Good. Let them believe they’d caught the villain. Let them think this was justice. They didn’t realize this was part of the plan. Darius’s dungeon was colder than I remembered. Damp stone, rusted iron, the faint scent of mold and forgotten blood. I’d sent men here myself. Criminals. Spies. Dissidents. Traitors. Now I sat in their place. The irony tasted sweet on my tongue. The guards had beaten me, hoping for answers. But they didn’t understand me. No one did. Not really. Not Darius. Not his precious little council. Certainly not Rian, the half-blood princess who stole his reason. They all thought I served the crown. But I didn’t. I served myself. From the moment I stepped into the court, I knew the truth — I was smarter than them. Sharper. Hungrier. Darius had been handed power like it was a birthright, and he wore it like a burden. He never had the stomach for rulership. He wanted to guide, to inspire. I wanted to rule. I wa

Rian’s POV Pain came first. A low throb at the base of my skull, blooming behind my eyes like a dark flower. My limbs felt heavy, cold, not my own. The air was damp, stale, laced with mildew and something metallic. Blood. I blinked slowly, the world tilting sideways. I was lying on stone. Chains rattled when I shifted, iron cuffs biting into my wrists and ankles. My throat felt raw, my mouth dry. I wasn’t alone. The torchlight was dim, flickering from the far end of the chamber. A long room—stone walls, no windows. A single iron door. And in the corner, a figure sat in shadow, watching. “Welcome back,” a voice said. Male. Smooth. Familiar in the worst way. I tried to sit up. The chains resisted. “Where… am I?” “Somewhere beneath the eastern cliffs,” the man replied. “An old prison. One the wolves forgot.” I squinted at him. Recognition bloomed slow and cruel. Lord Elion. “You,” I whispered. “You remember me.” He stood, stepping into the torchlight. His f

Darius POV She was late. Not by much—twenty minutes, maybe. But Rian wasn’t the kind of woman who lost track of time, especially not after the week we’d had. She’d promised to speak to Avery before moving her things into my wing. She was laughing when she left. Light in a way I hadn’t seen her in days. Now that laughter echoed in my mind like a knife being slowly drawn across stone. I waited another five minutes. Then I moved. The corridor outside my chambers was quiet. My guards straightened at my approach, offering small bows. “Have you seen Rian?” I asked. They exchanged glances. “She passed through heading toward Lady Avery’s quarters about half an hour ago.” “And after?” A beat of silence. Too long. “No, my king.” My throat went tight. I nodded, turned, and walked—fast. By the time I reached Avery’s wing, the anxiety had turned acidic in my stomach. Mira opened the door, hair damp from a bath, wrapped in a robe. “Where’s Rian?” I asked, voice sharper