Novels by Chithority.

(Maxwell’s POV)The heavy iron doors of my gym creaked open as I stepped inside, the scent of sweat and steel greeting me like an old friend. The place was already alive—weights clanging, punching bags taking the brunt of frustrations, the low hum of men murmuring in corners.But this wasn’t just a gym. Not really.To outsiders, it was my legitimate business—state-of-the-art equipment, exclusive memberships, clean records. To insiders, though? It was the perfect front. Half the men who “trained” here were soldiers, the other half—clients or shadows who owed me respect. Every wall, every locker, every bag hid secrets only I controlled.I moved through the space with ease, my presence enough to straighten backs and silence whispers. Respect was one thing, fear another—I demanded both.“Boss,” one of my lieutenants nodded from the ring, wrapping his hands. I gave him a brief chin lift. Not today. My mind wasn’t here for them.No. My mind was on her.Liana.The name was enough to twist so

Liana’s POVThe garden was quiet tonight. Too quiet.I curled up on the stone bench, my shawl pulled tight around my shoulders, a book open in my lap. My eyes skimmed line after line, but none of the words stuck. They blurred together, useless.All I could think about was the missing sketchbook.I’d searched everywhere—behind the sofa cushions, under the table, even along the hallways I’d walked yesterday. Nothing. It was gone.And if it was gone… then someone had it.The thought made my stomach twist violently. Those drawings weren’t just silly sketches—they were secrets. They were pieces of me I’d never dared say out loud. Things I couldn’t afford for anyone to see. Especially not Matteo.My throat went dry. I pressed my hands against my face, whispering into my palms, Please, God. Don’t let it be him. Don’t let it be Matteo.Footsteps crunched against gravel, and I froze.I looked up—and my heart skipped.Maxwell.He strolled into view with that dangerous kind of calm, hands shoved

(Maxwell’s POV)The house was silent.Too silent.Maxwell leaned against the polished doorframe of his room, staring into the yawning stretch of the dark hallway as if it were mocking him. The shadows seemed to breathe, reminding him of the promises he had made to himself—that he would not go searching for her. He would not chase the lingering trace of roses that clung to the air whenever she passed. He would not let his mind replay that stolen kiss, the one he had no right to take, the one that still burned against his mouth like a brand.But temptation was a disease, and it lived in these walls.Restless, he paced, shoulders taut, fists clenching and unclenching as though he could wring her ghost from his veins. Finally, unable to stand the suffocating silence, he decided to head downstairs for water. A distraction. Anything to steady himself.His footsteps echoed through the cavernous living room, bouncing against marble and glass. The chandelier above swayed faintly, its crystal a

(Liana’s POV)Since that night, the walls of the house felt different. Tighter. Closer. Almost as if they knew what I had done, what I had allowed.Every corner I turned, I expected to see him. Every time a door creaked or boots clicked against the floor, my stomach twisted in panic and… something else. Something I refused to name.So, I did what I always did best. I hid.I buried myself in chores. From the moment I woke up, I kept my hands busy, even when the maids begged me to let them work instead. Scrubbing, dusting, rearranging, cooking—I did it all with frantic energy, as though cleaning the house could somehow wipe away the memory of his lips on mine.But it didn’t.Every time I bent over the sink, I remembered his breath against my cheek. Every time my fingers brushed a plate, I remembered his hand gripping mine. And at night, when the house grew silent, the memory of his kiss came back with a vengeance, stealing into my thoughts until my chest ached and my body felt like it b

Maxwell’s POVThe walls of my room felt smaller tonIght. Like they were closing In on me, crushing every bit of control I’d been holding on to sInce I stepped Into thIs cursed house. I dragged a hand through my haIr and paced across the floor, boots scuffing against the marble tiles. My chest was tIght, and no matter how deeply I breathed, I couldn’t push out the ghost of her lips.Liana.Damn It.I stopped in the middle of the room, fists tightening at my sIdes, as though I could beat the memory out of myself. The way she’d looked at me earlier, so startled, so fragile, and yet, for a split second, so willing, that Image clung to me like smoke.“I swore I wouldn’t cross that line,” I muttered aloud, my voice hoarse In the empty room. “I promised myself I’d protect her, not—”Not kiss her. Not taste her like she belonged to me. Not lose myself in the sweetness of a woman I could never truly claim.The back of my throat burned. I tilted my head up, staring at the ceiling as If the crac

Liana’s POVThe door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was louder than anythIng I had heard all night. It pressed in on me, heavIer than the shouting, heavIer than the slamming of fIsts and glass I had grown used to.My lips still tingled. My chest was heavIng—not from fear, not from pain thIs time, but from what I had just done. I pressed my back against the wall, draggIng air Into my lungs like someone who had been drowning for years and had just now broken the surface.I kissed him.The thought crashed over me agaIn and again, each wave fiercer than the last, leaving me breathless, leavIng me shaking. Terrified. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It couldn’t happen. Not with Maxwell. Not with the only person In thIs house who had shown me something that resembled kIndness.I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling my knees up as If I could curl away from the memory, but the heat of It clung to me stubbornly. My wrist throbbed with a dull ache, but the pain wasn’t what consumed

Selene’s POVThe ballroom fell unnervingly silent.A hall meant for music, moonlit celebration, and pack unity now vibrated with tension two Alpha heirs standing on opposite ends of the same wound.Damon, with fury blazing in his eyes.Aric, smirking like chaos wrapped in silk.“A lot has happened, Damon,” Aric said, voice soft but carrying clearly through the open hall. “Don’t create a scene here. Your reputation is already bleeding. Don’t make it worse.”Damon either didn’t hear himor didn’t care.“She is my Luna,” Damon snapped, voice cracking through the silence like a whip.“You don’t touch my Luna!”Aric’s smirk widened dangerous, wicked, taunting.“Or else what, little brother? What will you do if I touch her?”Gasps rippled across the ballroom.Wolves stiffened.Some instinctively bowed their heads, as if the air itself had grown teeth.Damon took a step forward, fists shaking.“Oh, I see now,” he spat. “You want back what you lost. You’re trying to slither your way into the

Selene’s POVThe Moon Court’s ballroom shimmered with goldlight and hanging crystals, a sacred hall crafted to impress the packs. Music floated through the air low drums beneath strings an ancient rhythm meant to mimic a heartbeat.But the moment Aric stopped in front of me, every sound faded.His eyes caught mine steady, knowing, unbearably familiar.“How have you been?” he asked, voice pitched low, meant for my ears and no one else’s.I exhaled slowly. “Fine.”A useless lie.A fragile shield.And he saw right through it, the way no one else bothered to.I tried to look away, but Aric tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips—the kind that always made my wolf stir.“Dance with me.”My chest tightened. “Here?”“Why not?”My gaze flicked to the watching eyes Alphas, Lunas, warriors, nobles. They had already made me a spectacle. A rejected Luna. A broken bond. A story whispered in hallways and dens.And yet…“Yes,” I breathed.He extended his hand. I placed mine in it—

Selene’s POVThe moment I stepped into the Bloodmoon Throne Hall, the air shifted.Conversations died mid-sentence. Music stumbled. Wolves who had spent their lives mastering composure forgot how to breathe.For a heartbeat, the entire room—the nobles, the Elders, the ranked wolves, the courtiers—simply stared.And then the whispers began.Some offered polite smiles, their eyes glittering with thinly veiled curiosity.Others sneered openly, the wolves loyal to Queen Ivana, their lips curling back like they could already scent scandal on my skin.I walked forward, head high, shoulders squared, emerald silk flowing behind me like a living flame.I would not bow. Not tonight.Not ever again.But beneath the cool mask, my pulse thrummed like a trapped creature.The chandeliers cast golden light over polished obsidian floors. The air was thick with perfume, dominance, politics, and lies.Tonight wasn’t a gala.It was an execution arena.And I was the spectacle they had all come to see.My

Selene’s POVFour moons.That was how long I’d been gone from the packhouse. Four moons since I’d walked out of the Alpha’s wing and left behind the life everyone believed I would crawl back to.And for those four nights, my communicator crystal hadn’t stopped pulsing.Damon called at dawn, dusk, midnight. His voice broke through the static, raw and pleading, his pride stripped bare.“Selene, please. Just answer me.”“You know I love you. You know I never betrayed you.”“Lyra meant nothing. The pups— they don’t change what we have.”He even sent written messages through the bond—apologies, declarations, desperate promises.I didn’t answer any of them.More than once, my claws itched to reach for the crystal, to tell him what his betrayal had carved out of me. But I stopped myself every time.Because deep down, I hadn’t expected him to care this much.He hadn’t been this desperate when I’d bled through my miscarriages alone. He hadn’t been this attentive when he’d missed our healer app

Selene’s POVThe villa doors yawed open before we even crossed the threshold. Two attendants stood in the entry, bowing as if they’d been waiting on my arrival all evening. Their faces were composed; their eyes betrayed the curiosity of those who know more than they dare say.“Welcome, Luna,” the taller one murmured. “We’ve prepared your chamber.”Of course they had.Aric had called ahead.Even here — in this private refuge that promised anonymity — his presence lingered like a scent. I was breathing because of his choice. I was alive, at least for the moment, because he’d decided I should be. That thought pressed into me with a weight I couldn’t decide if I liked or feared.Diana and I drifted past marble floors and glass walls into a house that felt built from restraint and taste. High ceilings arched above, warm lantern light softened the edges, and the gardens beyond gleamed in discreet pools of silver. Nothing ostentatious. Everything deliberate. Aric’s world: power that didn’t s

Selene’s POVThe engine’s low hum filled the night, steady and hollow like a heartbeat in a crypt.“Where to, Luna?” the driver asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. His tone was careful—deferential—but I caught the flicker of pity in his eyes.Where to?For the first time in my life, I had no answer.The city beyond the glass blurred into ribbons of light—wolves laughing outside taverns, children chasing each other through alleys, mates walking hand in hand beneath the silver moon. Ordinary lives. Lives untouched by thrones, by bonds, by betrayal. Lives I had never known.My father’s voice echoed through my head:I can’t shelter you, Selene. I swore fealty to Queen Ivana.Translation: You’re on your own.The truth hit harder than claws to the heart. I had no den. No pack. No plan. Every part of my existence had been curated by rank and bloodlines—my path written in moonlight ink long before I was born.Was I foolish to walk away? Reckless?Maybe.But the thought of Damon

Ana’s POV3:00 a.m.“Oh? Are we finally leaving?” I chuckled, leaning forward to peck Japhet lightly on the lips.The moment he spoke to me in that soft, affectionate tone earlier, my jealousy had dissolved.I could take revenge later. No need to ruin tonight. That was my plan. Until Erick and Luna followed us. “Brother, we’re heading to the company, right?” Erick asked casually.“Yes,” Japhet replied. “By the time we reach, it’ll already be working hours.” I noticed the faint exhaustion on Japhet’s face, though he tried to hide it.But what confused me was Luna. Why was she coming along? Did she have business with them? Or, Was it something deeper? After all, she knew about their mafia identities. That wasn’t ordinary information.During the drive, the three of them discussed broadcasting companies across America. Market shares. Distribution rights. Media acquisitions.I sat quietly beside Japhet. Invisible. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand business—I did.But they didn’t ask my op

Ana’s POV“I love you. And that’s all that should matter to you,” Japhet said softly, his eyes holding mine with unwavering sincerity. “I will never bring up your past. I will never humiliate you because of it. You have my word.”His voice wasn’t cold. It wasn’t commanding. It was gentle. And honest.My tears shifted from fear to warmth. In that moment, I truly felt like the luckiest woman alive.The man feared across the underworld… the man whose name alone could silence a room… was standing in front of me, speaking softly as if I were made of glass.His slight stutter when he explained himself so I wouldn’t misunderstand him. The way his brows furrowed in worry. The dedication in his tone.It made butterflies erupt inside me.And suddenly—I wanted to tease him. I intertwined my fingers with his, leaning my head against his shoulder.“I understand,” I whispered. “Stop overthinking. But today… I want to tell you everything I’ve been hiding.”He stiffened slightly. “I have secrets to

Japhet’s POVFinally, my name was called.I had been waiting for it—impatiently. Not for the award. For her reaction.I adjusted my coat, ran my fingers through my hair, and walked onto the stage with steady steps. The applause echoed across the hall, but my attention was fixed on only one person.Ana.She was sitting in the front row exactly where I had arranged. Alone. Like a queen. But her brows were slightly furrowed.She didn’t look pleased.I had assumed she would enjoy the exclusivity, the untouchable aura, the silent message to every man present that she was unreachable. Mine.Seems like my plan to make her feel special backfired. The host’s voice boomed beside me.“Mr. Japhet Lukers is awarded Best CEO of the Year. His exceptional leadership has maintained remarkable stock performance, contributing significantly to national economic development. He has also generously donated to monasteries supporting orphaned children.”He handed me the sterling golden globe statue.I cleare

Ana’s POVFuck, his shameless comment made my knees weak, and I could feel my cheeks heating up like fire. I couldn’t help but blush, despite trying to keep my composure. Japhet always had a way of getting under my skin—annoying, infuriating, and yet somehow intoxicating.I glanced at the clock: 11:00 pm. My stomach did a little flip. “Japhet, we should probably get cleaned up,” I suggested, trying to regain some sense of normalcy.He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. “Sure, wifey. Lead the way.”We took our time in his office washroom, quietly cleaning up, splashing water on our faces, wiping away the traces of sweat and fatigue. For once, there was no rush, no pressing business, just a rare intimacy between us. Japhet slipped into his sweatpants and shirt, adding his oversized hoodie to fight off the chill in the office.I opened his closet to see if he had anything I could wear, and of course—no women’s clothes in sight. Smirking, I grabbed one of his sweatpants, his shirt, and h

Ana’s POV“Is this what you’ve got to say?” Japhet asked, his voice sharp with irritation and underlying tension. He continued, each word loaded with possessive scrutiny, “Where are you, and who are you with? Alexia said you were invited to a birthday party by an online friend. What’s his username? I’ll look into his biography myself.”His words made my chest tighten, the suffocating weight of his overbearing care settling on me like a physical force. I felt my pulse spike—not with fear, but with a mix of defiance and excitement. I couldn’t resist. Slowly, deliberately, I grabbed Victor by his shirt collar and pulled him close. My lips met his in a kiss that I made audible, teasing, and defiant—all so Japhet could hear it through the phone.Just as I had expected, Japhet’s voice exploded through the speaker. “Who the fuck did you just kiss? Ana doesn’t play with me! I swear, I’ll make sure to kill whoever you just kissed. Stay right there—I’m coming!”A laugh escaped me, loud and vict

Next day…I arrived at the office as usual, but today I was escorted by Erick since Japhet had left early. The moment I walked in, I felt the curious stares of Alexia and several other female employees burning into my back. Their eyes made me uncomfortable, but I kept my head high and continued walking.Just then, Erick’s voice called out. I turned to see him running toward me, my purse in hand, slightly out of breath.“My beautiful sister-in-law, you forgot your purse,” he said, his tone playfully flirtatious, cheeks flushed from running.His childish antics made me chuckle. I gently patted his back and said, “Take a deep breath before you try talking so fast.” I took the purse from him, smoothing my expression into a professional mask, and headed toward the elevator.“Wait! I’ll come with you. I’m curious to see your office,” Erick added, following me into the elevator.The ride was filled with light conversation—movies, his new shooting schedule, and a few teasing remarks about my

Lyra’s POVI entered a dining room that felt almost regal, the kind of room that invited reverence. A polished, four-seater wooden table dominated the space, its surface gleaming under the warm, intimate light.The craftsmanship was beautiful, a reminder of the table my father once had. I felt oddly nostalgic, though I tried to push that thought away. The décor was a touch extravagant, befitting an Alpha who had means to spare, and though I was alone at the table, the soft elegance of my beige gown kept me from feeling out of place. I never would have guessed that the stranger I’d waved down on the highway would lead me here, to such a strange, almost surreal new beginning.A voice cut through my thoughts. “Alpha Keith Harold is making an entrance.”My heart skipped a beat. My mates had spoken of a different Alpha in the West, and the name Keith Harold was unfamiliar. I scrambled to my feet, hands trembling with nerves. What if this Alpha didn’t take kindly to a stranger? What if he s

Lyra’s POVThe question made me stiffen, and I shook my head slowly, hoping it wouldn’t change things. “No wolf,” I said softly. “I hope that’s… not a problem.”He tilted his head thoughtfully, but there was no judgment in his expression. “I did notice something odd, though,” he said, his eyes narrowing in concentration. “Your eyes—they shine neon green when you’re excited. But you don’t have a wolf?”“They used to be brown. They changed… suddenly,” I replied, remembering the strange shift, one of many mysteries I’d learned to accept without question.Ebenezer seemed intrigued, but he didn’t push. He simply nodded, acknowledging the strangeness of it without needing answers. But then his expression softened, and his voice dropped as he asked, “Are you… mated?”The question made my heart sink, and I struggled with how to answer. I knew if I lied and he found out, he might lose all trust in me. But telling him the truth could mean he’d cast me out. With a deep breath, I finally nodded.

Lyra’s POVAs we rode, the gentle hum of the car lulled me into an uneasy sleep. The nightmares were never far, though, filled with flashes of the North—cold and unyielding, just like the way they’d treated me.My mind replayed the harshest moments, making me flinch as I remembered their faces, the empty promises, the way they’d turned on me without a second thought. I believed in them, trusted in their words, and yet they’d left me to die, casting me off as if I were nothing.I’d thought I’d known suffering before, but nothing could have prepared me for the pain of their betrayal. They’d taken everything, left me with nothing but the scars of their abandonment.I could feel the tears slipping down my cheeks, but I quickly brushed them away, glancing over at Ebenezer. He hadn’t noticed, thankfully. I took a deep breath, gathering myself. It was time to look forward, not back.I was done with the North. Dax, Ronon, Keal—they could have it all, have the revenge, their so-called justice.

Dax’s POVElsa sighed, a deep sadness lining her face.“Poor girl had to endure too much. Any sensible wolf would have fled at the first chance. My grandmother warned your parents not to pass that Elder law—she saw this coming. I was just a child, but I remember her words to your father, warning it would lead to great calamity. Maybe this is what she meant.The Elders’ decision to turn against your Luna, to deny her humanity, has sparked a dark change. The shift in the wind, that darkness—it began with this unjust trial. You sent Gregory away, but they wouldn’t let her go. There are those in your council who can’t stand the idea of you being tied to Vladislav. This is what happens when wolves try to play god,” she said, shaking her head in frustration.Her words hit me hard, stirring anger and regret in my chest. The Elders—the very ones we were supposed to trust—had not only failed us but had actively sabotaged us. I felt the weight of their betrayal, the realization that this was a b

Dax’s POVAs we drove, silence settled in, heavy and uncomfortable. I could see the sorrow eating away at Ronon. He looked like he was drowning, his body slumped against the door, tears trailing down his face. His regret was a dark, consuming thing. Part of me wanted to scream at him again, to lash out and make him feel the pain I was carrying.“You were the one who said we should strip her bare,” I finally shouted, my voice ringing through the cramped space. “You gave that order.”Ronon’s head dropped even lower, but he didn’t defend himself. He seemed as if he couldn’t bear to look at me, or even at himself.“Was that really necessary?” I asked, my voice breaking with frustration and pain.Keal’s words cut deep, his voice sharp and unrelenting. “But you, fucking, went along with it, Dax,” he spat, his tone filled with a bitterness I hadn’t heard before. “So shut the fuck up and stop whining like a child. This anger is a little late, don’t you think? She’s gone, and nothing you do no

Dax’s POVI felt like I was losing my mind. Rage boiled inside me—hot, violent, uncontrollable—consuming every logical thought. I couldn’t rein it in, and neither could my wolf.How had we let it come to this? How had we allowed things to spiral so far out of control?I had been ready to go rogue, ready to tear through the Elders and force them to see reason if I had to. I would have wiped them out if it meant Lyra could be accepted. But Ronon and Keal had insisted on diplomacy—on patience.They wanted to clear her name.They wanted the people to love her.And look where that naïve plan had gotten us.When I saw the guards pulling her clothes from her body, stripping her dignity away like she was nothing, I could hardly bear to look. And then we found out they hadn’t been feeding her.They were starving her.We had given strict orders for her to receive the same meals as us—three times a day. But they ignored us. They starved her. Tortured her. All while we were out hunting that snake