Novels by Zoia Zatserkovna

Kai was pacing in the hospital room as Darina was taken to the operating theatre. He didn’t hear the cooing voices of his dad, Barbara, and Amber, who were rocking his two pups. Everything around him was a blur—only the loud drum of his heartbeat echoed in his ears. He was terrified. What if his mate and daughter didn’t make it? No. That wasn’t possible. She had been through war, crossed realms, and survived his curse. She couldn’t die giving birth. The Moon Goddess couldn’t be that cruel. His father placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to stop him from pacing restlessly. “Son, she’ll be alright. Come, spend time with your newborn pups.” “How could he be so sure?” thought Kai, while Blake howled in his head, sick with worry for their mate. “Did you name your babies?” asked Amber, trying to distract Kai, hiding her own anxiety. “The girl’s name is Mila, and the boy’s Kyle,” he said bluntly. Suddenly, Camilla entered, carrying a tiny bundle in her arms. A baby girl opened

Sometimes, it’s good to be wrong. And Darina was actually happy that her feeling of an upcoming storm turned out to be nothing more than the awkwardness of finally being at peace — learning to adjust to a new reality. Time flew by, and soon, Luna Elena welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world, whom she named Delilah. “She looks like you,” Kai said with a smile, glancing at Darina’s sister. “Hope she’ll be brave and smart like her big sister,” said Alpha Claus, taking his baby girl into his arms and gently rocking her. “Soon, we’ll have our own miracle,” Colin said, caressing Jackie’s still-flat stomach. “Are you expecting a pup?” Darina and Kai asked in unison. “Yes,” Jackie beamed. “Soon, Dariel, Delilah, and Larisa’s pups will have a playmate. I said before that I wouldn’t start a family until I’d taken my business to the next level. And thanks to you and Amber — after you both visi

Darius inhaled deeply and began, “Our parents were killed during a rogue attack. My sister Helena was seventeen; I was thirteen. She took care of me like a mother, even though she was grieving. She was strong, beautiful, and kind.At eighteen, she met her mate—the gamma’s son, our pack’s future gamma. Within a year, she was pregnant. I was fifteen then, already tall and broad-shouldered from training every day. The Luna of our pack took a liking to me. She was twenty-five years older. I was waiting for my mate. She drugged me and r*ped me. But that wasn’t the worst part. Afterwards, she wanted me to come to her willingly. When I refused, she showed me how cruel she could be. She gave my sister to a group of ten rogues to r*pe while four warriors held me down and made me watch.”Darina and Amber gasped in shock while Lily squeezed his hand, her nails digging into his skin. Everyone at the table went utterly still—no one even dared to breathe. Alaric’s jaw clenched, fury flashing in his

The wedding lasted three days, so the next morning began with a beautiful breakfast in the garden.Darina and Kai were walking toward the tables when they bumped into Maya and Ludwing. Their hands were locked, and it looked like Maya was trying to yank hers free, but Ludwing kept his grip tight.“No mates, huh?” teased Darina.“Sometimes we convince ourselves we don’t want something just because we don’t have it. I was sure I didn’t want a mate,” Maya said, softly giggling. “But Ludwing changed my mind.” She looked at him playfully, and he returned her affectionate gaze.Darina mindlinked Kai, “Who would’ve imagined that the cold-hearted seer and the witch afraid of commitment could become such a charming couple?”Kai just smiled.“I’m happy for both of you,” said Darina, and Kai nodded in agreement.They left the happy couple behind and continued toward the garden.“Looks like Cupid had his hands full these days,” j

Darius closed his eyes. The image of Lily appeared in his mind. She looked breathtaking in her strapless wedding ballgown—a vision of lace, tulle, and delicate beadwork that shimmered with every step. Her sleek updo, jewelled tiara, and soft makeup highlighted her rare lilac eyes, completing a look both regal and ethereal. His heart clenched, seeing Alaric’s hands wrapped possessively around her waist. Darius saw their first dance, the cutting of the cake. Every smile Lily gave Alaric, every glance, every kiss was like a dagger to his heart. But there was no one to blame but himself. He had pushed her away, chasing revenge instead of holding on to his love. The wedding reception ended, and the newlywed couple left for their chambers. Darkness crept through Darius’s vision. A terrible pain split his head; the world tilted, spun—and then went still. When he opened his eyes again, he froze. His

Alaric turned, looked at the crowd, then back at Lily. His voice was strong and steady, echoing through the walls of the large wedding hall.“I’ve loved you, Lily, since the moment you were born. The moment your mom let me hold that tiny bundle of joy with lilac eyes, a special bond formed—at least from my side. I patiently waited for you to finally see me, to love me, to be ready for our relationship. And the moment you agreed to marry me was the happiest moment of my life.”He paused. Lily was staring at him, not even blinking. A tear slipped down her mother’s cheek—she was deeply moved, knowing how much Alaric truly loved her daughter. The guests were still silent, waiting.“Before I make an announcement, Lily, just answer one question—do you truly love me?” he asked softly.Lily’s eyes widened, her lips parting and trembling. It was such a simple question, yet it caught her completely off guard. All her life, she had loved Darius. She’d waited for

Alexandra’s POVWe shared a ride with Samantha and Julian, but even in front of them Sebastian could not keep his hands to himself, pulling me closer, brushing his fingers over my shoulders and thighs, watching me with eyes full of lust as if I were his prey.My breathing was uneven as I felt hot and aching for him, yet at the same time my cheeks burned with blush because my sister and her mate were sitting right next to us.“Do you know the gender of the baby already?” I asked Samantha, desperate to shift the mood.“Yes,” she said happily, “it is a boy and it is a girl.”Confusion crossed my face, and Samantha just giggled.“So… a boy or a girl?” I muttered, puzzled.“A boy and a girl. We’re expecting twins, dear aunt,” Samantha announced, and Julian squeezed her hand, beaming with pride and joy.“Wow, that must be exciting. Congratulations,” Sebastian replied cheerfully. “Double trouble.”“Are you planning to have pups soon?” Julian asked Sebastian.I froze, my attention snapping fu

Sebastian's POVI was waiting for Alexandra in the lounge, but waiting felt like torture. I’d just held her in my arms an hour ago, and it still wasn’t enough. Every second without her pressed against me, every heartbeat thudding in my chest like a warning twisted the ache in my body tighter. I wanted her so badly it hurt, that low, possessive fire curling deep inside me, making my fists clench and my jaw tight. I wanted to pull her back, bury my face in her hair, mark her, make her mine in every way that mattered. But I couldn’t—her family had missed her too, and tonight, finally, we all got a fleeting, fragile relief when Alex returned home.Relief didn’t touch me. Not really. The memory of Marco—the way he’d dared to kidnap her, the way he’d tried to claim her using my look and scent—still crawled under my skin, setting fire to my nerves and leaving goosebumps crawling down my spine. Rage throbbed in my veins. Nobody would touch her. Nobody would. Not while I lived.And yet, just

Alexandra’s POV I locked the heavy oak doors, shutting the world out until there was only him and me. My heart thudded too loudly in my chest, like it might give me away. Sebastian stood by his desk, cut in shadow and amber light. He didn’t speak. He just watched me—and through the bond I felt everything: anger, love, lust, sadness, all tangled together. It made my chest ache. We had been circling this moment, pretending we were fine when neither of us was. I untied my robe. Silk slid to the floor. Cold air kissed my overheated skin and I shivered. His eyes darkened instantly, but there was pain there too, something he wasn’t saying. He came closer, slow and dangerous. His thumb traced my collarbone, and I leaned into it without thinking, needing that small contact more than I needed air. Only then did I notice the rope on his table. He stepped behind me, his scent wrapping around me, steadying my breath, quieting the storm in my head. “Don’t move,” he said against my ear.

Alexandra’s POV“Let Alpha cool down,” said Samantha, taking my hand and leading me away to my studio. “He is a big boy, he will be fine.”I silently followed her, a hurricane of emotions and thoughts swirling in my head. My chest felt tight, like I had been holding my breath for days and only now remembered how to breathe.The moment the door closed behind us in my studio and we sank onto the sofa, Samantha bounced up.“Spill everything. Who kidnapped you? Where have you been? Why is Alpha so mad?” She started to shower me with questions. Typical Samantha.“Sis, slow down,” I pleaded, rubbing my temples. My head still felt foggy from everything I had been through, and talking about it made my stomach twist.“Oh, totally forgot,” she said, grabbing a bottle of wine and some glasses from the table nearby, opening it and pouring me some, and pomegranate juice for herself. “Just a little encouragement,” she laughed and raised her glass. “Welcome back, sister.”The wine smelled divine. I

Alexandra’s POVI appeared in Sebastian’s study, where he was sitting with a coffee, staring at his laptop. He looked tired and weary—messy hair, dark circles under his eyes—but still undeniably handsome.Seeing him like this, worn down yet unbroken, made something ache painfully sweet inside my chest, like I had been holding my breath for days without realising it.My chest swelled with joy, and I teased him, “Busy as always, Your Highness?”He lifted his gaze, and in the next second the mug slipped from his hand and shattered into shards on the floor. A flicker of emotions like a kaleidoscope flashed through his eyes at the speed of the wind—confusion, shock, relief, happiness.That single heartbeat felt endless, heavy with everything we had lost and everything we still could.In a flash, he was standing next to me, pulling me into his arms, touching me like he was trying to ensure I was real and not an illusion. His grip trembled, just slightly, as if he was afraid I might vanish i

Alexandra’s POV“I did not have a choice. My family is cursed,” mumbled Marco.His poor explanation just fueled my fury. My hands curled into fists before I even realized it, nails biting into my palms as anger burned hot and fast in my chest.“Cursed to steal mates and force yourself on them?” I snarled. My voice echoed louder than I intended, sharp and broken, carrying all the betrayal I tried to swallow.“Alex, I didn’t… never ever… I would not force myself on you. You…” he stuttered, his voice shaking, eyes darting like a trapped animal.“You were using my mate’s identity to try to mate and mark me. Isn’t that an attempted rape?” I yelled, jumping to my feet. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, rage and disbelief tangling until I could barely breathe. The image of his hands, his lies, made my skin crawl.He stood up too, ready to run if I did, but there was no point for me to run. Eilyul was not fully awake, and the realization hit me hard—I was vulnerable. Trapped. My po

Mira’s POVGrace. The woman who had been in love with Alexander. The woman who had plotted against me and tried to kill me.The woman Draven had once saved me from was now standing close to him, and he called her his future queen.He had played me well—pretending he accepted me and wanted to build a future with me, while planning from the very beginning to make her his queen.“Why did you do this to me? Why her?” I barely managed to force the words out.He chuckled and placed a hand on Grace’s waist, pulling her closer. She giggled.“I needed a queen, and Grace is very suitable for the role. Beautiful, noble, smart, loyal. She will be an excellent queen and fully agrees with what I am ready to give her: love, power, and wealth,” he said, playing with a strand of her hair.My strength was leaving me. I was about to collapse, but I narrowed my eyes, mumbling, “You have a queen now. Why do you still need me? Reject me and let me go.”He laughed bitterly. “Reward you for deceiving me? V

Mira’s POVDraven’s eyes were bloodshot red, and he was shaking with fury. His grip on my wrist tightened as he silently dragged me down the hallway.My heart was pounding, and I was afraid—not for myself, but for my babies.“Draven, listen… I—” I stammered, trying to explain, but he shot me a murderous look.“Shut up, bitch. Do not open your filthy mouth again,” he hissed, moving faster.He shoved me into a small room with bare stone walls. My back hit the stone, and I slid down to the floor. Hot tears of pain, humiliation, and fear filled my eyes.Draven’s face twisted into something barely human, his eyes completely dark and wide with raw, shaking fury. There was a terrifying, heavy silence about him, like the air right before a lightning strike. His knuckles turned white, and his whole body vibrated with the urge to tear everything apart.I lowered my gaze, covering my stomach with my hands protectively, sobbing.Draven grabbed my hair and yanked my head violently. “Stop acting li

Alexander’s POV The sun had just started to go down, and only a few minutes remained before the ritual was about to start. Those minutes felt like they stretched into eternity. Dorrin’s already pearl-white skin grew even paler. His heartbeat thundered like a drum. Mine matched his wild rhythm—we were both afraid that something might go wrong and that the gates to the demon kingdom would fail to open. Diana and Elara stood quietly, visibly nervous. The dark witch looked indifferent, as she always did. I was surprised that Liora hadn’t shown up. Usually, she was drawn to any kind of action. Perhaps her stay in the vampire kingdom had changed her—she now preferred the quiet of castle walls to a noisy social life. Even her style had shifted. Where once she wore provocative, tight dresses, she now favoured long, loose outfits. Honestly, I was glad she wasn’t here. My nerves were stretched tight as a wire, and I had no patience for Liora’s sharp remarks. “Grace disappeared,” my gamma

.Mira’s POVThe next moment, I exhaled in relief when I woke up alone. So Draven had not been serious when he said he would spend the whole week never leaving my side.My relief was short-lived as the door opened and Draven entered shirtless, wearing only sweatpants and holding a large tray of food.“Breakfast for my queen,” he announced, placing it on the side table and preparing to feed me again.“Good morning,” he mumbled, pecking my lips and taking a porridge bowl and spoon.“Thank you, but you know I can eat by myself,” I said, rolling my eyes slightly.He ignored me, taking a spoonful of porridge and pressing it to my lips.“Nonsense. I love feeding you. Now be a good girl and open your mouth,” he cooed sweetly.I stared at him in surprise. I wanted to rub my eyes. How? When did it happen that the cruel demon king became more like a mother hen, a doting mate?As he fed me, my body betrayed me. Warmth bloomed in my chest despite the fear clawing at my ribs. The bond hummed softl

Mira’s POV Suddenly, my face lit up as I realised that mating with Draven also had a bright side, as he had promised to remove the magic collar from me after the mating. The thought felt like a secret spark igniting in my chest—dangerous, hopeful, reckless. Hope was a fragile thing, and yet it wrapped itself around my ribs, squeezing until it hurt to breathe. I could feel waves of joy and happiness rolling through the bond—Draven’s feelings—thick, possessive, intoxicating. They washed over me whether I wanted them to or not, blurring the edges of my fear. I had to play my cards right and remind him of his promise. Once the collar was removed, I could flee. Even as joy radiated from me at the thought of being home, guilt coiled low in my stomach. I hated how easily my body betrayed me, how desire dulled my instincts, how part of me wanted to sink into this illusion just a little longer. I exited the bathroom and saw Draven sitting naked on the edge of the bed. I did not

Mira’s POV “I just wanted to look for some water and food before going to sleep,” I lied, forcing a smile onto my lips. “Midnight cravings, you know.” I felt my cheeks heat immediately, shame curling in my stomach. I hated how easily the lie came—and how easily he saw through me anyway. “Oh, then I should assign maids to serve you day and night. I will do that,” he said softly, cupping my cheek and pulling me closer, as if the matter was already settled. “And why are you sleeping here?” he asked. “Aren’t you supposed to sleep in our chambers?” I fidgeted nervously with the edge of my cloak, my fingers clumsy. “It was too late to move. I was tired,” I mumbled quietly. “Then I will move you now. And tomorrow, the maids will move your things,” he laughed, effortless and calm, before lifting me as if I weighed nothing. He carried me bridal-style away. Away from my room. Away from my plan. Away from my freedom. I didn’t protest. I played my role as a good girl, silent