Novels by FLAME'S PEN

Chapter 5 Anna's POV Alpha Gabriel had something to him. I didn't know what it was, but I wasn't about to be stupid falling for his charms and grit. He put me through training, intense and exhausting, but I didn't dare complain. As much as I wanted to give up, I couldn't. I pushed forward with the knowledge of Rogers in my head, knowing that he was living his life without guilt after putting me through a near-death experience. I felt stronger with each intensified round of training with Alpha Gabriel, but all through this, my wolf was silent. Not even a reaction or a growl was heard. It felt like all communication with my wolf had been cut off but I could still feel her. Sometimes, a twitch, a tweak, or a coil. Something. Regardless, Alpha Gabriel made my training brutal and scrutinizing. “Don't punch with all your energy. You have to channel it from your guts without actually using it up in one throw,” he said, his voice cold and gripping. Every day felt like a spark. M

Chapter 4Anna's POVA painful itch on my toes forced me to shoot my eyes wide open. Rats! They were having a feast on my leg. “Get away from me!” I cried as their teeth sank into my flesh. In a flash, they ran into their holes. My vision was still blurry, and my head rang with a shrieking sound. It felt like I had a migraine, the pain feeling like it was only going to stop with an explosion. The room felt cold, icy, and hard. I could see my breath forming a smoke out of my mouth. The room was cold and dark. I shivered fearfully as I crawled to the flickering light I saw behind me. The doors were locked and covered with thick iron bars, making a loud clanking sound with just a tap from my arms. I was in a jail cell. How did I get myself in trouble? I asked myself, looking around the room. I was once living the life of an heir and in the blink of an eye, betrayal struck. Now, I was in a rival pack's cell, injured, cold and alone. My fate, unknown. Weeks passed, and I

Chapter 3Rejected and hunted Anna's POV My feet had never felt colder than presently felt. I couldn't even hold my weight as they both glared at me, eyes darting blades straight at me. “Ro… Rogers..how could you?” I fell on my knees, tears trickling out of my eyes. “What's going on? Please tell me it's a prank,” “What's she yapping about?” The brunette lashed out with a smirk. “Does this look like a prank to you? I am getting mated to the love of my life and you are only ruining this for us,” She wrapped her hands around Roger's neck as he held her by the waist down to her bum. To my dismay, they kissed. Passionately. “Rogers, what's going on?” I asked again, letting my tears fall freely. “Was everything a lie? Are you under a spell?” “Oh Anna,” he sighed, turning to face me. “I wish I could have said this sooner,” a mischievous smirk lit up in his face. “You were only a stepping stone. I can never love a weak Luna,” his cold voice echoed in my ears. No, they weren

Chapter 2Anna's POV ‘Mate?’ it couldn't be possible. My wolf had to be bluffing or what?I had just heard the worst news that I could ever imagine, and a stranger whom I had never seen before had my heart racing.I moved backward, my heart panting… but not in fear. Curiosity. I wanted to take a look at the figure; I wanted to see who made my heart pulse and my mouth water as though thirsty for a drink.“Who's… there?” I stammered, placing my hands behind my back. The shadow came out of the dark and into the moonlight, staring right at me with those brown eyes, warm and piercing. He placed his arms by his side, putting on a calm smile that made me feel safe in the woods.He was a stranger yet I was assured that he meant no harm. The stranger extended his arms for a handshake. He grabbed my hands before I could even think to move a muscle. I literally felt the strength of his firm grip, an equal match to his dominating aura. “Hi, my name is Rogers.” He said with a warm smile.

Chapter 1Anna's POV The ballroom was bright, luminous light glowing from the bulbs of the large hall, the merry laughter of the guests seeping out in their numbers.Stomping shoes, glamorous gowns and handsome fits filled the room, and occasionally, the chiming sound of cutleries lingered around my ears.I stood in a corner, watching as time unraveled the sham. The guests all shot out smiles and compliments in my direction, but my heartbeat raced as the men gawked at me, their eyes protruding and robotic. It felt like I was being monitored with every movement I made. Chills ran down my spine as my attention caught a man, old and chubby, trying to advance closer with a disgusting, wide smile. I hurriedly walked away before he could get a chance to wave or even think to introduce himself. “Gosh, I need a drink,” I sighed frustratedly, shaking my head in displeasure. I looked around to find a close maid with a tray of drinks.Champagne, whiskey, juice, anything. I just wanted to wet