Novels by S.A Akinola

The whispers started before the blood was even washed from my hands.I could feel them behind me as I passed through the fortress halls, eyes burning into my back, voices slithering just quiet enough to pretend they weren’t meant for me.“She fights too well for an omega.”“No fear. No hesitation. Like she’s been trained.”“Or like she’s hiding something.”My jaw tightened. The coppery tang of the hunt still clung to my tongue, and the ache in my ribs from where the rogue’s claws had raked me was sharp enough to remind me that I was still alive. Still standing.And still under suspicion.Selene had made sure of it.I didn’t need proof. Her venom was everywhere. The way a warrior’s gaze slid away from mine, the way two pack women stopped talking when I walked past, the way a young soldier muttered “cursed” when he thought I couldn’t hear.She was a spider, weaving her threads through Bloodveil’s heart. And I was the fly she wanted wrapped and bleeding.By the time I reached the great h

By the time we returned to the fortress, the sun was sinking low, bleeding red across the horizon. My body ached from throat to heel, every step scraping fire through my muscles. My shoulder throbbed where claws had torn it open, the bandage soaked again with blood.But I didn’t stumble. Not here. Not where Bloodveil eyes burned holes into my back.The gates creaked open and the warriors rode in ahead of me, dragging the stench of rogue blood with them. Some of them laughed, voices loud and rough, their faces still smeared with gore. Others walked in silence, their eyes flicking toward me with something new. Not respect, not yet. But not contempt either.Cain dismounted without a word, his presence filling the yard even when he moved like shadow. He gave orders with simple gestures, his voice rarely needed. The warriors scattered to see to their weapons, their wounds, their dead.And then his gaze found me.The bond flared so sharp my breath caught.“Raven,” he said. Just my name, but

The summons came at dawn.I hadn’t slept. My body was tired, but my mind was sharper than broken glass, replaying Selene’s voice, her smile, the way she whispered about my scar like she could see straight through me.So when the knock rattled my door, I was already awake, dagger in hand.The wolf outside didn’t bother with courtesy. “The Alpha calls for you.”The words bit into me like cold teeth. Cain.I strapped my dagger to my thigh, shoved my hair back, and followed without a word.The halls smelled of damp stone and smoke, the torches spitting weak fire. Wolves moved in silence, heads bowed slightly as we passed, but their eyes burned holes into me. The stray. The outsider. The mistake Cain wouldn’t correct.The training yard was washed in gray light, the air heavy with mist. Cain stood at the center, his back to me, broad shoulders framed by the haze. A small group of Bloodveil’s best gathered around him, warriors armored in leather and steel, blades strapped across their backs.

The hall smelled of smoke, sweat, and suspicion.I stood near the edges, pressed against a stone pillar slick with condensation, watching wolves gather in a crescent around the firepit. The flames threw long shadows on their faces, faces that had stared at me with contempt since the moment I stepped into Bloodveil.Cain sat on the high seat at the head of the chamber, carved black wood that looked more like a throne than a chair. His presence filled the room, as heavy as iron chains. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command silence. Every wolf here bent under the weight of him.But Selene stood just a few steps away, the golden daughter, the would-be Luna. Her hair gleamed in the firelight, her smile sweet as poison. She didn’t need Cain’s dominance. She had something sharper, she had venom wrapped in silk.And tonight, she was weaving her web.“Bloodveil has enemies circling,” Selene said, her voice carrying like a blade cutting air. “We’ve heard whispers of rogues banding togeth

The laughter still echoed in my head long after Selene swept from the hall.The pack’s roar, their pounding fists, the taste of blood still on my tongue. They had wanted me broken, humiliated. I’d given them blood instead. But not enough. Never enough.Because Selene wasn’t finished. She’d only just bared her teeth.By the time I made it back to the small chamber they called mine, my body felt like it was held together with threads. My shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, my hands still shook from the fight.I shut the door and leaned against it, dragging in a breath that rattled in my lungs.Raven. Selene’s voice slithered through my skull, sweet as venom. Careful, Raven… usefulness fades.I pressed a hand to my scar, heat pulsing under the skin. The bond was restless, thrumming like a drum I couldn’t silence.Cain.Even here, alone, his presence coiled inside me, heavy, suffocating. He hadn’t been in the hall. Hadn’t seen the snare Selene laid for me. But part of me knew he’d alr

The fortress halls buzzed with whispers when I returned from the Alpha’s summons. They didn’t know what had passed behind that iron door, but their eyes followed me like wolves scenting blood.Raven.That’s what Cain had called me. That’s what they would call me now.The name clung to me like a mask, but even a mask could crack under too many stares.The mess hall was crowded, the air thick with smoke and sweat. Warriors leaned over long tables, their laughter sharp and cruel. The moment I stepped inside, silence rippled through the room.A rogue among wolves.I ignored their stares, heading for the corner where a tray of bread and meat waited. My body screamed for rest, but I needed strength. If I showed weakness, they’d tear me apart.I had just torn a piece of bread when a shadow fell across the table.“Raven, is it?”The voice was female, low and smooth, but with an edge like broken glass.I looked up.She stood tall, wrapped in dark leathers that hugged her curves like armor. Her