Novels by Ariella's Pen

⚠️ 🚨 WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.Amaya's POV My lips crashed against Alvaro first, the alpha heir's mouth claiming mine with a growl that vibrated through my chest. The secret cabin's dim firelight flickered over us, casting shadows on the worn wooden walls and the pile of blankets we'd thrown down in haste. We'd barely spoken since discovering the mate bond hours ago—just stunned stares and this burning pull that made my body ache like fire. As a runaway breeding experiment, I'd known heat before, but this? It was feral, amplified by three alphas, my students turned mates, their scents wrapping around me like chains.Alvaro's tongue plunged deep, dominating the kiss, his large hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I moaned into him, my pussy already throbbing, slickness soaking my thighs from the bond's relentless surge. He broke away, eyes dark with possession. "You're ours now, Amaya. No running this time."I spun toward Javier next, a mischievous

Alvaro POV She's dying in my arms. Not literally, but close enough. Her body is burning up, shaking so violently I can feel it through my shirt. The scent of her heat is driving my wolf insane, clawing at my insides, demanding I do something, fix this, claim what's mine.But she doesn't want to be claimed. She made that clear to us."We need to move her," Luciano says, his voice tight. He's standing by the window, deliberately not looking at us. Smart. One wrong move and we'll all lose control."Where?" Javier eyes are pure gold now, his wolf too close to the surface. "Where the hell can we take her that's safe?""The cabin." I shift Amaya in my arms, trying to ignore how perfectly she fits against my chest. "It's private. Warded. No one can get in so easily and that is the safest place for her, at least for now.."She makes a small sound against my neck, half whimper, half purr. Then her lips press against my throat, hot and soft, and my entire body goes rigid."Alvaro," she breathe

Amaya POV I ran before I could even think of anything.My feet slam against hallway floors, not caring who sees me, not caring about the stares or the whispers that follow. My chest is tight, too tight, like someone's wrapped iron bands around my ribs and they're squeezing tighter with every breath.Mate.That word. That single word echoing in my skull in a voice that wasn't quite human.I didn't survive six months of hell just to be claimed by three alphas who think I belong to them because of some biological accident. I'm not anyone's mate. I'm not anyone's anything I'm just me...I burst through a door, my assigned room, the one Principal Thorne showed me this morning when I woke up. I slam it shut, twist the lock, and immediately start pulling open drawers. There's not much, a few uniforms, basic toiletries, nothing that's actually mine because I don't have anything anymore.My hands are shaking so badly I can barely grip the bag I find in the closet. I shove clothes inside, not f

Amaya's POV The sheets are too soft. That's the first thing I notice when I wake up, softness against my skin instead of rough canvas straps. No restraints around my wrists. No cold metal beneath me. Just clean cotton and the smell of lavender instead of antiseptic, oh wow,this is amazing..My eyes snap open. White ceiling. Sunlight streaming through gauzy curtains. A room that looks like it belongs in a luxury hotel, not a facility.I bolt upright, and pain explodes through my ribs in a jiffy. My hand flies to my side, finding bandages wrapped tight around my torso. More bandages on my arms, my legs. Someone undressed me. Someone touched me while I was unconscious.The panic slams into me like a fist. I can't breathe. Unable to think straight. The walls are closing in and I need to get out, need to run, need to.."You're safe."I whip around. A woman stands in the doorway, fifties, gray hair pulled back, kind eyes that I don't trust for a second. She holds up both hands like I'm a w

Amaya's POV "Run. Just bloody run."I don't know if I'm speaking out loud or if the words are trapped inside my head where everything else is screaming. My bare feet slam against roots and rocks, tearing open, but I did not stop, not even for ones. The facility's antiseptic smell still clings to my skin, mixing with the copper tang of blood, mine, maybe someone else's. I don't remember anymore, I just want to get out of this place.Branches claw at my arms, my face, my thighs through the thin medical gown that's all they left me. Each scratch burns, but it's nothing compared to the fire they put inside me. The injections. The restraints. The cold metal table and the faceless masks hovering over me while my body betrayed me, over and over again, burning from the inside out during those forced heats."Please ..no more.."Was that me? Or was it Sera?I stumble, catch myself against a tree trunk. Bark bites into my palms. Sera. Oh dense, Sera. Her screams are still echoing in my ears, hi

Florence's POV The pilot’s voice came over the intercom, announcing our initial descent into London. I looked out the window again as the plane began to slowly descend through the cloud layer. The city appeared below, a vast, sprawling map of countless tiny lights, soft and glowing against the dark earth. It didn’t look like the end of a nightmare, but it felt close enough.I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. For the first time in weeks, the constant, gnawing fear in my stomach was gone. In its place was a profound and simple fatigue.As my father drifted into a fitful sleep beside me and the steady hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, I whispered the words to myself, a quiet affirmation.“We made it.”The low, constant drone of the engines was the only sound. It wasn’t a peaceful quiet, but a drained one, the silence of people who have nothing left to say.Mira sat beside Ame’s stretcher, holding his hand. Her own hands were trembling. She kept whispering

Florence's POV The jet’s engines whined, then roared to life. The plane jerked forward, taxiing quickly toward the hangar’s open doors. Almost immediately, we heard the distinct thwack-thwack-thwack of bullets striking the fuselage. Mira gasped, flinching, and threw her body over her brother’s torso. Clara positioned herself in the aisle, shielding them both as best she could.Through a window, I saw Inspector Amish and his two men crouched behind a service vehicle, firing their handguns at the advancing figures in black. As our jet began to turn onto the runway, Amish looked up, saw us, and gave one sharp, final wave before ducking down as a hail of gunfire chewed up the concrete where he had been standing.Then the pilot pushed the throttles forward. The force of the acceleration pressed me back into my seat. The hangar and the figures outside blurred past, and with a final, bumping lurch, the wheels left the ground. We were airborne.I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I’d b

Florence's POV The air seemed to solidify around us. My father’s words, “Give me up,” hung there, stark and impossible. Anthony didn’t let them settle.“No,” he snapped, his voice a low, sharp crack in the darkness. He turned and gripped my father’s arm. “You are not sacrificing yourself. Not after everything we went through to get you out.”My father’s face was etched with a deep exhaustion, but his eyes were clear and resolved. “Anthony, be logical. If they take me, their focus will be entirely on me. The rest of you can get to the plane and leave. It’s the only way.”“We are not discussing this,” Anthony cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You are coming with us. That is the end of the story.”Inspector Amish moved closer, keeping his body low behind the metal drum we were using for cover. He peered toward the lit hangar. “I count ten, possibly twelve of them. All armed with automatic rifles. The pilot is alive, but he is tied up in the cockpit. The longer we stan

Florence's POV Anthony nodded. "You both have your entire lives ahead of you. Be smart. Keep your heads down. Don't draw attention to yourselves."Mira hesitated, wringing her hands. "We... we don't have much money. Just what the tribe could spare."Anthony's expression was grim but not unkind. "There is a small trust fund. It was set up under your parents' names after the accident. It's not a fortune, but it's enough to get you started. Use it, but use it quietly. Find a small place to live and stay out of sight for a while."He then reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a plain, white business card. He handed it to Ame. "If you are ever in serious trouble—any kind of trouble—go to this address. Ask for Salim. Tell him Anthony sent you. He will help you."Ame took the card as if it were made of solid gold, holding it carefully between his thumb and forefinger. "Thank you, sir. For everything. For getting us out."I managed a smile. "Take care of your sister, Ame

Florence's POV My eyes opened to a brown canvas ceiling. For one disorienting second, my mind was blank. The air carried the distinct smells of woodsmoke and unfamiliar spices. Then the memories returned in a violent rush: the gun in my face, the shattered gate, the exploding truck, the long walk through the cold desert. The escape.I sat up quickly, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was on a low, rough-woven mat on the sand floor of a large tent. Three tribal women were sitting nearby, folding blankets and speaking in low, melodic tones. My father was not with them. Anthony was gone, too.A sharp spike of panic drove me to my feet. I pushed aside the heavy woven curtain that served as a door and stepped out into the late afternoon. The sun was a huge, orange ball sitting on the horizon, casting long shadows across the dunes. The camp was a small cluster of brown tents. About fifty yards away, a group of men were gathered around a large, crackling fire. A big black pot hung over

Florence's POV.Ame led us through a network of increasingly decrepit service tunnels. We turned corner after corner, passing steel doors streaked with rust, sections where the lights were completely shattered, and several times we had to press ourselves into deep shadows or hide behind large industrial containers as squads of armed soldiers, their focus on the distant south gate, ran past in the opposite direction. The sound of their pounding footsteps and shouted orders echoed around us.Finally, we pushed through a set of swinging double doors and emerged onto a metal gantry overlooking the loading bay.It was massive, a cavernous space the size of an aircraft hangar. The ceiling was high above, lost in shadows crisscrossed with steel girders and gantries. The air was thick with the smell of diesel fumes, grease, and dust. Dozens of large transport trucks were parked in rows, their trailers stamped with strange, geometric symbols I didn’t recognize. Forklifts stood silent and dorma