Novels by Rexlucky🌸

The silence between Zeil and Kael throbbed like a wound that refused to close. Their eyes locked, storms locked in storms, and Zeil’s breath trembled between words he could not speak. His wolf clawed at his chest, aching for something that frightened him.And then the door slammed open so hard the hinges squealed.“Breakfast for the half-dead prince!” Lopi sang, balancing a tray in one hand and swinging the door wide with the other. His grin was as wide as the sun, his hair sticking in every possible direction. “Hot soup, bread, and humiliation served fresh!”Zeil froze, caught between the frame and Kael’s closeness. His cheeks flamed as if caught in crime.“Oh, oh, ohhhh,” Lopi crooned, eyes narrowing with fake suspicion. He set the tray down and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “What is this? What did I interrupt? A duel? A dramatic staring contest? Or” He paused, lowering his voice in mock scandal, “...something more scandalous?”Zeil’s face burned. “Lopi, shut your mout

The room was dim, filled with the soft glow of a single lamp which was suddenly blown off by the morning wind. The bird's hand already began to sing their early morning songs. Zeil’s breath came shallow but steady, his body trembling as though torn between sickness and strength. He turned his face toward Kael, who stood like a sentinel in the corner, quiet, unmoving.Zeil’s lips parted, his voice low, uncertain. “You don’t have to stand there all day again? Kael’s eyes did not shift. “Yes, I do.”Zeil frowned, trying to push himself upright. His body ached, sharp pain slicing through his chest, but pride forced him up anyway. His hands gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles pale.Kael moved before he could steady himself, his steps silent but swift. His hand came down, strong and warm, pressing against Zeil’s shoulder. “Lie down.”“I’m not fragile,” Zeil said harshly, but the words quivered, breaking under the weight of weakness.Kael’s hand did not move. His voice was quiet, deep, li

The chamber was silent except for the faint hiss of the brazier. Shadows bent across the stone walls, firelight flickering in restless waves. The Great Alpha sat tall on the oak chair, his hands resting heavy on the armrests. His eyes were sharp, dark as midnight, fixed on the fish pond as if he had been waiting for hours for a particular fish to show itself. At last, the door opened Healer Lena entered quietly. Her robes brushed against the floor, her steps measured, calm, almost like the rhythm of breath itself. She bowed, both hands folded neatly in front of her.“My lord Alpha,” she said softly.The Lord Alpha tilted his head just slightly, his stare unmoving. “You came.”“I came the moment you called,” she answered, her voice even.He gestured faintly toward the space near the fish pond “Stand here.”She did. The flames washed her face with amber glow, painting her features with warmth she did not feel. The Alpha’s gaze was too sharp, too heavy for comfort.For a moment, there

The morning sun was already at its peak, spilling gold over the rooftops of the WindClaw Kingdom.The training ground was alive with movement. Dozens of wolves, both in human form and shifted, were sparring hard. Fists slammed into training posts, claws scraped the dirt, bodies locked and broke apart in wrestling moves.The air was thick with sweat, effort, and the sharp scent of determination. Every strike, every throw was meant to keep the Kingdom strong. No one here could afford to be weak.In the middle of all that noise, a few voices rose above the rest.“Where’s the Young Lord Alpha?” one warrior grunted as he wiped his brow.Another shrugged. “Haven’t seen him in three days. Not here, not anywhere around the training yard.”“That’s strange,” the first said. “He’s always the first one to start training, swinging like he’s about to go to war.”A third voice joined in, low and mocking. “Maybe he’s lost his stamina. Imagine someone like him leading us into battle.”A few chuckled at

The silence in the council hall stayed heavy, like a blanket no one wanted to lift. Elder Kyros’s chair creaked as he slowly stood. His tall frame was outlined by the faint torchlight on the stone walls. He didn’t look at anyone—just kept his gaze on the wide doors ahead as if they were calling to him.He walked slowly, every step echoing across the floor. When he reached the doors, he stopped, turned slightly toward the Lord Alpha, and gave a deep, respectful bow.“My Lord Alpha,” he said softly, voice calm but carrying far in the quiet room. Then without another word, he stepped out into the night.The big doors closed behind him with a low thud, and the hall went still again.Only Elder Rion and the Lord Alpha remained.Neither spoke.The torches flickered, making shadows dance along the high ceiling. Outside, the night was at its deepest, the kind of dark that made even the moonlight hesitate.Back at the Malgorn’s compound, Adira was in the courtyard with a small group of pups. T

The great hall of the Elders smelled faintly of cedarwood and the warm, smoky burn of old torches. Shadows clung to the carved pillars, stretching high to the arched ceiling. Outside, the late afternoon sun bled in through narrow windows, staining the stone floor in streaks of gold and red.Every council member was present.Every seat taken.The only sounds were the faint crackle of the fire and the measured breaths of wolves who had ruled this kingdom for decades.Then a voice cut through the air.“Lord Alpha,” Elder Malgorn said as he rose from his chair. His grey robes shifted around him like restless fog. His eyes were sharp, carrying the same weight they always had when he spoke in council words chosen carefully, like arrows aimed at the heart. “I would like to bring to the council’s notice that the Young Lord is of age now. As the next ruler of this kingdom, it is best he takes a wife… one who is worthy of ruling beside him.”He paused, letting the words settle in the room like

Erin’s POVThe morning light came too early.I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of the red light, the siren, the fear on Luca’s face. Even now, with sunlight filtering through the curtains, my body still felt like it was waiting for another alarm to sound.The house was quiet in a strange way. Not peaceful. Heavy. Like everyone was pretending to breathe normally again, even though the air hadn’t cleared.Luca was still asleep beside me. His arm rested across the blanket, small fingers clutching the edge of his rabbit. I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and felt that soft tug in my chest again. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to wake him. But I knew I had to.The knock came before I even stood up. Short, controlled.I opened the door and found one of Michele’s guards outside. The same man from last night, tall with sharp eyes that gave nothing away.“Morning,” he said flatly. “The boss wants breakfast sent up for the boy. You too.”“Is everything

Michele’s POVThe house finally fell quiet again.Not peaceful but quiet. The kind of silence that comes only after chaos has been forced into submission. My men had swept the grounds twice, the perimeter locked down tighter than before, yet something still felt wrong. The air itself carried a tension I couldn’t shake.I stood by the window in my office, watching the stretch of lawn lit by floodlights. Beyond the gates, the world looked calm, too calm. The intruder hadn’t made it far; they never do. The body had already been removed by the time I came down, but the image of it lingered anyway. A man in dark clothes, face half-covered, gun still warm in his hand. One of mine had taken him down before he could clear the wall.But he wasn’t alone.The cameras caught three more shadows slipping into the trees, vanishing before my men could reach them. That bothered me. No one got that close to my house without help. Someone had mapped our blind spots, learned our patterns, known the exact

Erin’s POVThe siren came out of nowhere.It wasn’t loud at first, just a thin sound, distant, strange, like the wind had swallowed something sharp. Then it grew, a rising scream that filled every corner of the mansion. The lights flickered once, twice, and went out completely.Luca’s small hand gripped mine before I even had time to think. His fingers were cold, trembling. The toy car he’d been playing with rolled off the rug and hit the floor with a soft clink.“Erin?” His voice was small, the kind of small that burrows straight under your ribs.“It’s okay,” I said automatically, though I didn’t believe it. “Probably just… a power thing.”But I knew it wasn’t. The house didn’t just lose power. Not a house like this. I’d seen the backup generators near the garage, big enough to light up a whole block. If the lights were out, it wasn’t by accident.Somewhere down the hall, a door slammed. Then another. Heavy footsteps pounded on the marble floors, rushed, urgent. Muffled voices follow

Michele’s povThe conference room smelled like polished wood and stale air. A dozen voices spoke at once, all talking numbers that meant little to me in that moment. I sat at the head of the table, listening without hearing, my mind already halfway home.Luca hadn’t answered my call that morning. He rarely forgot. Usually, he’d send a message through his nanny or one of the staff, Papa, I’m feeding the koi. Call later. This time, nothing. Just silence. I told myself he was fine, that I’d been overprotective lately. But the unease stayed, quiet but constant, like the buzz under a faulty light.Paolo, my right-hand man, sat to my left, pretending to read a report. He caught my glance, lowered his eyes. He could feel it too, the weight in the room that didn’t belong to business.The clock hit noon. I opened my mouth to dismiss the meeting when the door burst open.One of my men stood there, chest heaving. “Sir,” he said, voice tight. “Lockdown. The house just sealed itself.”For a second

Erin’s povWhen I finally sat up, my back ached from sleeping too stiffly. The shirt I’d worn yesterday was wrinkled and smelled faintly of sweat and soap that wasn’t mine. I rubbed my eyes, trying to remember where I was and why. Then it came back, the gate, the boy, the man behind the desk, the quiet threat that had hung between every word he’d said.We’ll see if you’re worth keeping.I pressed my palms over my face.Right. I was still here. Still alive. For now.A soft knock rattled the door.I froze.“Mr. Cole?” a woman’s voice called. “Breakfast will be ready soon. You’re expected in the dining room in fifteen minutes.”“I—yeah, okay,” I said, though my voice cracked halfway through.She didn’t answer. Footsteps faded down the hall.I let out a shaky breath. Fifteen minutes. Enough time to pull myself together and try not to look like I’d been dragged out of a storm.I showered quickly, the water too hot but clean. A fresh set of clothes waited folded on the dresser—plain slacks,

Michele’s pov.The hallway outside his room is quiet when I step out. Too quiet. The kind of silence that lingers, heavy and waiting. I can still feel the echo of his voice behind me, soft and uncertain, asking a question he shouldn’t have dared to ask.Why me?I don’t answer questions like that. Not from anyone. But something about the way he said it, not arrogant, not begging, just tired, stripped down to the bone. it stuck in my head longer than it should have.I walk down the hall, my footsteps silent against the marble. The lights are dim, the house breathing slow. My men stand at their posts near the stairs, alert but calm. They straighten slightly when they see me.“Everything clear?” I ask.“Yes, boss,” one of them answers. “Perimeter’s quiet. No movement.”I nod once, not slowing down. The house is safe tonight, at least from the outside. It’s the inside I’m not so sure about.When I reach my office, I close the door behind me and sink into the chair. The smell of smoke st