Novels by Chithority.

Ronon’s POVElsa was hiding something from us. I could tell. She thought it would be better for us not to know, like she was shielding us from some truth that could break us. I prayed—deeply—that whatever she was holding back wasn’t something too awful, something that would shatter what little we had left.“I just need the spirits to give us a sign,” Keal murmured, his voice thick with grief as tears rolled down his cheeks.That was all we really wanted—a sign. A clear path. We needed something solid, something real to hold onto in this dark, suffocating fog.Elsa’s face remained calm as she replied, “I’ve already told you—the spirits say to form an alliance with the West. They are pointing west.”Seaside.But I shook my head, frustration edging into my voice. “Not for the war, Elsa. I need a direction to find Lyra.”She lowered her head, sadness flickering across her expression. “I don’t have that kind of magic, Alpha. I only know what the spirits choose to share with me. But I’ll te

Ronon’s POVThe room was swallowed by a heavy, suffocating silence. My heart sank as the truth settled in.Lyra was out there—exposed, vulnerable—lost in a state that made her a target for any predator, any Alpha. And we had no idea where she was… or how to reach her.Yet somehow, she had tried to reach us.And something was keeping her away.The silence after Elsa’s words pressed down on my chest like a weight. Her gaze carried a sorrowful understanding, as if she could see through all the bitterness and regret we carried… all the damage we had done to Lyra.Keal suddenly surged to his feet and slammed his fist into the wall. The crack echoed through the room as his knuckles split open, blood staining the surface. I felt the anguish radiating from him—it mirrored my own.“I’m sorry,” Elsa said softly.But her words brought no comfort.They only made everything worse.I forced a breath into my lungs, steadying myself enough to ask the question clawing at my mind.“So… is she being car

Ronon’s POV“I’m sorry, Keal,” I murmured, desperation clawing at my voice. “I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”He looked at me, his face streaked with tears, his eyes hollowed by sorrow and anger. “You can’t bring her back, Ronon,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “You can’t… you can’t fix it. Don’t you see that?” He buried his head in his hands, the weight of grief pressing down on him until his shoulders slumped forward, defeated.“We took everything from her,” he continued, his words choked with guilt. “She had nothing, Ronon—no money, no security, no one. We stole it all. Nikolay was right to keep her from us… he saw what we were, what we’d do to her.” His voice cracked, and he wept openly, raw and broken.“Please, Keal,” I urged, grasping for anything that might bridge the chasm between us. “I know you felt it too. She’s out there somewhere, and we can find her. I’ve been praying, and I believe… I believe fate will help us.”At that, he let out a bitter, h

Lucian's POVThe memories twisted inside me, vivid and merciless. I thought of the day Maxwell and I came home and made her wear those damp, uncomfortable clothes because we refused to let her use our things.The cold - heartedness of it sickened me now, yet she had never complained. She just bore it all, quietly, with a strength we didn't deserve to witness. And even after everything, she had opened her heart to us.She allowed herself to love us, to see something good in us when we gave her every reason not to.I clenched my fists, feeling the fire of anger and guilt burn within me. How could we have allowed people like Bianca, Stasia, and Gregory to treat her with such contempt?We favored the pack, protected their pettyfeelings over the well-being of the one who was supposed to be our mate, our equal.And now, we were paying for it. This mess was ours, a twisted reflection of everything we'd allowed and encouraged.The image of Timothy and Tasha flashed in my mind, and I felt a w

Ronon’s POVLiving without Lyra felt like drowning in darkness. Every day was an empty, colourless stretch, filled with nothing but sorrow. There was no joy left in my life, no light, no purpose. I spent most nights with a bottle in hand, numbing myself until I felt nothing at all. But even that brought no relief—it only deepened the void she left behind.Dax hadn’t given up, though. He clung to hope like it was the last shred of light in a world swallowed by shadows. He showed her photo to everyone he met, asking, pleading for any sign of her. He offered rewards, desperate promises, anything to find her again. But the days passed, and there was no news. His eyes looked more hollow with each passing day.And Keal… he was barely a man anymore. I saw the emptiness in his eyes, a haunting vacancy that mirrored my own. At first, he’d lash out, his anger finding no other place to go. Bianca and her child bore the brunt of his rage, but even he realised that hurting others wouldn’t bring Ly

Lyra’s POVThe car came to an abrupt stop, and Keith pulled away, stepping out quickly and rounding the vehicle to open my door. He lifted me out with ease, holding me as if I weighed nothing, his arms steady and unyielding. I clung to him, my body pressed against his as he carried me into the mansion.“All male workers—leave the premises immediately!” he called out, his voice echoing through the grand halls. The urgency in his tone left no room for argument, and as we moved deeper into the house, I felt the space around us empty, leaving only the two of us alone in our need.He laid me gently on the bed, and I couldn’t tear my dress off fast enough, the fabric ripping under my hands, desperate to feel his skin against mine. The ache inside me was unbearable, like a burning hunger that wouldn’t be sated. Keith’s touch was the only thing that grounded me, the only thing that eased the frantic beat of my heart.He touched my forehead, his fingers gentle, his gaze full of concern even in

Damon’s POV“My wife hates me,” I whispered before I even realised I had spoken.“She clearly does,” he replied, blunt and merciless. “Which is why she went to your brother.”That cut through me like a blade.A slow, deep ache opened beneath my ribs, the kind that travelled upward and tightened around my throat. I dragged in a shaky breath, but even that felt like a struggle.He rested a hand briefly, almost awkwardly, on my shoulder.“Damon… it is obvious Selene does not want reconciliation. And since you will be the future king, you need to cut your losses.”I jerked back from him, disbelief snapping inside me like brittle glass.Cut my losses?He wanted me to treat my marriage like a failed investment? Something to discard once the returns stopped being convenient?His eyes didn’t soften. Not even a fraction.“Let her go while you can still keep her friendship,” he continued, voice maddeningly calm. “That is the best option for you. If she ever wants to return in the future, you ca

Damon’s POVThe moment the words left my mouth, the air shifted.Not subtly. Not quietly.But sharply—like something invisible had just been drawn across a battlefield, a line etched into the ground that could not be erased.Ivana stared at me. Really stared. Not like a mother.Not like a queen.But like a strategist reassessing a piece she thought she already understood.“You think you have a say in this?” she asked slowly.Her voice had changed. No longer sharp. No longer loud.Just… cold.Controlled. Dangerous. I held her gaze without flinching.“For the first time in my life,” I said, “yes.”Something flickered in her eyes.Surprise?,No. Recognition.And that, more than anything, made her expression darken. Because she understood what this was.Not defiance. Not rebellion. Not a tantrum.This— was a decision. Final. Unmovable.She straightened slowly, her posture regaining its usual regal precision, but there was something tighter in the way she held herself now. Something coiled benea

Aric’s POVThe words didn’t move me.They should have.A command from the King. A direct order. A line drawn in iron and blood.But all I felt…was clarity. Something inside me stilled completely, like the eye of a storm settling into perfect, terrifying calm.My gaze didn’t leave his. “Say that again.”My voice was quiet. Too quiet. General Hargrove paused mid-step near the door. Ivana’s breath hitched faintly beside us. Even the guards outside seemed to feel it, the shift in the air, the way tension coiled tighter, sharper, ready to snap.The King’s eyes narrowed slightly.“I said,” he repeated, slower this time, more deliberate, “you are forbidden from going anywhere near Selene.”Selene.Not Cassandra. Not a title. Not a position.Just her. And somehow that made it worse.Something dark stirred beneath my ribs.Low. Dangerous.Ancient.The wolf didn’t like that. Didn’t like being told to stay away.Didn’t like being commanded to abandon what it had already marked as its own. I exhaled

Aric’s POVFor the first time in a long time… I didn’t know what to say.The document in his hand felt heavier than anything in this room.He wasn’t offering me a deal. He was offering me a chain. And the worst part?It wasn’t forged out of power. It was forged out of necessity. Famine. Starvation.People who would never know my name, never care about court politics, never understand the wars fought behind closed doors—people who would simply suffer if I refused.My fingers curled slowly at my sides. “You’re asking me to sell my life,” I said quietly.The King didn’t flinch. “I’m asking you to fulfil your duty.”A bitter smile pulled at my lips. “Duty,” I repeated.The word tasted like ash.“You’ve always been good at dressing control up as responsibility,” I continued, my voice low, measured. “But let’s not pretend this is anything noble.”His eyes narrowed. “This is leverage.”Silence stretched between us. Cold. Tense.“You think I don’t see it?” I went on. “You hold the kingdom in

Aric’s POVI didn’t sleep.I tried—God knows I tried—but my mind refused to rest. It was chaos, a battlefield of thoughts colliding, instincts clawing beneath my skin, my wolf restless in a way I couldn’t silence.The suite in Belmont felt smaller tonight. Tighter., Suffocating., Luxury pressed in from every corner, cold and untouched, almost mocking in its perfection.I paced the length of the room again, my steps silent against the thick carpet, my jaw tight, shoulders rigid.Tomorrow.I was leaving for Eldenwald tomorrow.,Everything else had been cleared., Meetings cancelled.Negotiations postponed., Ministers dismissed., Nothing mattered anymore., Nothing except getting back to her., The woman the King said wasn’t my concern.The woman Damon had dragged away like she was something to be claimed.The woman who, for the first time in years, made me feel something that wasn’t numb duty or calculated restraint.Selene., And I hadn’t heard from her since her phone went dead.I had call

Damon’s POVI didn’t know how long I stayed in that office after speaking with Sebastien.Minutes.Maybe hours.Time had stopped meaning anything.The night seemed to close in around me, tightening like a noose, the silence thick and suffocating as it filled every corner of the room. It felt like I was trapped inside something lifeless, something hollow—a grave built from everything I had destroyed with my own hands.Sebastien’s voice still echoed faintly in my head.The way he had sighed.The way he had spoken gently.The way he had said I can’t promise he’ll listen.Even after everything I had said, after breaking myself open so completely I could barely hold the phone steady, I was still here.Alone.Surrounded by the wreckage of my own making.I should have stayed away.I should have given her space.I should have let her breathe, let her think, let her feel something other than exhaustion and resentment.But patience was a luxury for men who weren’t losing everything.Men who wer

It didn’t come all at once.The truth rarely ever does.It unfolded slowly. Deliberately. Like something that had always been there, buried beneath the surface, waiting patiently for the moment when every misplaced certainty weakened just enough for it to rise—without resistance, without force, without giving me the chance to stop it.I didn’t rush it.Not because I lacked urgency—but because something deep inside me already understood… this wasn’t something that could be rushed. This wasn’t something that would bend under pressure or reshape itself into something easier to accept.This wasn’t a detail. Wasn’t a correction. Wasn’t a minor inconsistency I could explain away.This was the kind of truth that reached into everything, and changed it completely. The file in front of me no longer felt like paper. It wasn’t simple anymore. It wasn’t controlled.It felt heavier now… weighted in a way that had nothing to do with its physical form. Like every page carried something it hadn’t bef

Japhet povThe doubt didn’t fade.It settled. Quiet. Heavy.And once it did, it refused to be ignored, refused to be dismissed, refused to shrink back into something small enough to overlook. I don’t live with loose ends. I don’t tolerate unanswered questions. I don’t let anything that feels wrong remain unexamined.So I acted. Not impulsively. Not carelessly. With precision.“Run it again.”My voice came out low, controlled. My gaze stayed fixed ahead—not on the man in front of me, but on the thought that had already taken root, already spreading into something more than suspicion.The investigator hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding.“We’ve already verified the records, sir.” My eyes shifted then. Slow. Sharp.“And now you’re going to verify them properly.” Silence followed. Not defiance. Not resistance. Just understanding.Men in this room know better than to argue when my tone drops like that. They know better than to assume something is finished just because it’s

Japhet’s POVIt wasn’t supposed to matter.That was the first thing that settled in his mind. Firm. Immediate. Final. Details like that didn’t hold weight unless he allowed them to, didn’t become problems unless he gave them space to grow, and Japhet didn’t make room for things that didn’t serve a purpose.And yet—It stayed. Small. Insignificant. Persistent.He didn’t even remember when he first noticed it. Not clearly. Just a moment. A passing exchange. Voices low. Careless.A guard speaking to another, unaware of who stood just beyond the corner, unaware of who could hear every word even when it wasn’t meant for him.“…the documents came in under a different—”The sentence had cut off abruptly.Too abruptly. Like the speaker had realized something. Like he had remembered where he was. Who he served.Who might be listening. Japhet hadn’t stepped forward. Hadn’t revealed himself.He had simply stood there.Silent. Still. Letting the unfinished words settle into something incomplete.

Ana’s POVNothing changed.And yet—Everything did.It wasn’t obvious at first, not the kind of shift that announced itself loudly or forced attention, not something anyone else would have noticed unless they were looking for it, unless they were paying attention to the smallest details, the quietest differences, the things that lived in between actions rather than inside them.But I felt it.Of course I did.Because when you’ve been living inside someone else’s control, you learn the rhythm of it, you learn the weight of it, you learn how it breathes, how it moves, how it tightens and loosens without warning.And this—This was different.Japhet still held power the same way, still moved through the space like everything bent to him, like nothing existed outside his reach, his decisions, his control.That hadn’t changed. But the edges of it had. Softer. Not gone. Just… less sharp. The first time I noticed it, it was in his voice.Not what he said.But how.A guard had made a mistake,

Ana’s POVThe silence didn’t end when the guard left.It followed us.Clung to the space between us like something alive, something breathing, something that refused to fade no matter how still we both stood, no matter how much neither of us spoke.The corridor felt smaller now. Tighter. Like the walls had closed in just enough to trap everything that had just happened inside it.Japhet hadn’t moved. Not really.He stood a few steps away from me, his posture rigid but controlled, his expression unreadable in the way that used to make people step back without thinking, used to make them lower their gaze, used to make them disappear before he even needed to tell them to.But I didn’t step back. Not this time. Because something had shifted.And I could feel it.The aftermath of what I had said still lingered, still hung between us, sharp and undeniable, and for once, it didn’t feel like I was the one at a disadvantage in it.If anything— It felt like he was.His jaw tightened slightly, h

Ana’s POVIt started with something small.That was always the way with him, nothing ever began where it ended, nothing ever arrived as chaos without first disguising itself as something harmless, something ordinary, something that didn’t feel like a threat until it was already too late.The corridor was quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that settled in the late hours when movement slowed and voices dropped, when even the guards seemed less rigid, less sharp around the edges of their duty.I walked slowly, not because I was being watched, not because I was told to, but because my body demanded it now, because every step carried weight I hadn’t been used to before, every movement a reminder that I wasn’t just moving for myself anymore.The air felt different out here.Less suffocating than the room. Less… contained. And for a moment, Just a moment—I let myself breathe it in.“You shouldn’t be out alone.”The voice came from behind me, not harsh, not sharp, just casual, almost conv

Silence had a different texture now. It felt tactical, purposeful — like the quiet before a tide that would sweep everything away. I sat at the kitchen table with a thin lamp casting a pool of yellow over the papers I’d spread out: names, dates, fragments of conversations, an ugly web that traced back in ugly, familiar lines. The ink on the paper looked small and sane, but the things written there were not. They were seeds of war. After last night I had slept maybe two hours in fits, propped in a chair, hand over hand on the phone, calling people I’d kept at arm’s length for years and some I had never had reason to call until now. I’d always run my company like a general: contingency plans, exit strategies, redundancies. This was the same muscle; the stakes were different. This was no longer about quarterly reports or hostile takeovers. This was about my children, and that made the calculations sharper, meaner. I picked up my pen and circled a name I kept returning to: an old priva

Chapter 79: Broken Lyra’s POV Tlooked over at Dax, hoping to find something in his eyes— a flicker of understanding, forgiveness, anything. Bu he turned away, unable to even look at me My heart sank. Then I glanced at Keal and his face was a storm of anger; he turne his gaze from me, too, like I wasn’t worth his attention. Finally, I looked at Ronon. The silence between us spoke volumes. I guess deep down, I still hoped they’d protect me, tha they’d cover for me, because they were m mates. They were supposed to shield me weren’t they? But then I looked at the crowd gathered around us, and the fury in their faces was unmistakable. I knew I was done for. If th Alphas weren’t here, they’d kill me. It was in the eyes of the people. They wanted me dead. Why would my desperation to escape warrant so much hatred? The Guard continued to strip away my clothes, piece by piece, exposing me not just to the cold but to the judgment and wrath of everyone watching. I struggled te hold back the

Ch 48: MMO ConcertJaphet’s POVHiding my smile behind my hand, I asked, “Are you perhaps jealous that another woman knows my codename?”“J-E-A-L-O-U-S?” Ana repeated, dragging the word in a dramatic tone. “Mr. husband, why would I be jealous of you talking to other women? I-I’m just concerned about your identity getting revealed!”I chuckled softly, turning my face to hide how amused I was that she tried to lie. “Oh my bad,” I laughed, letting her think she had me fooled.“Hey, you’re getting it all wrong. I’m just trying to protect you…” she added hastily, her cheeks tinged with pink.“Protect me?” I teased sarcastically, tilting my head to look at her embarrassed expression. She looked so vulnerable and adorable that I couldn’t resist. Closing the distance, I softly pressed my lips against hers in a gentle, teasing peck.Her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes widened slightly, filled with conflicting emotions. I could see the question in her gaze: Why would he do that now?“Japhet,

(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