Novels by Chithority.

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

(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

Ana’s POV“ Stop fucking around Robert. I’m married now,” I shouted, aggressively pushing him away from me. But he glanced at me with his hungry eyes and forced himself on me.Groping my breasts in both hands, he started sucking my nipples. Making them hard, swollen and erected. I bite on my lower lip because this is my sensitive region; I can’t help getting wet when Robert keeps licking on my nipples.Even after drowning in a pool of romance, I had to snap out of reality. After such struggle for power, respect, fame; I don’t fucking want to ruin it myself. Controlling my emotions, I kicked Robert back and buttoned up my shirt.“Robert, from now on I’m not playing with you. Forget the intimate relationship between us; it was a past for me. I’m married, wife of Mr Japhet Lukers,” I said seriously, hoping Robert would let go of me.“But he is not here and…..”“ Do you perhaps believe we are safe in this secret cafe? Can’t you see the CCTV cameras in the corner?” I pointed at the ceiling

Ana’s POV9:30 am, in Étudiants d’élite University.Upon arriving in the university, I was circled by a crowd of paparazzi who were asking me the fucking same question.“Miss Ana Chris, are you really married to American billionaire Mr Japhet Lukers?”I glanced at my bodyguard Lucas, who was standing outside my car. He nodded his head and asked other men to push paparazzi guys out of my way. I don’t know how the hell they found out about my marriage; it was a good idea to bring my bodyguards together with me.“ Ana, you better put on the mask otherwise those rude paparazzi guys would have clicked your pictures,” Aly whispered.“Don’t worry Ivana. It’s like my uniform code now, I don’t go anywhere without a mask.”Saying that I walked in, through the corridors of my classroom.“Hey, but you really got married?” Ava asked me.I kept quiet and only nodded my head in yes. These two girls were my closest friends although I know they are sticking with me because of my reputation and wealth.

Ana’s POVWith that lousy, frustrated face I returned back to my mansion where my dad was waiting with a rifle in his hand. I was already fed up with this shitty contract marriage which forbids me from having affairs with other men.If I did anything slutty, my dad will be the first to shoot me dead. I know this for sure because right now my dad was pointing his rifle at me.I barely entered the hall room and got to se his pissed off face.“Ana, Where were you for two days and nights? Have you got no shame? Were you perhaps playing with men, naked in the clubhouse?”Yeah that’s how mafia dads talk with their daughters who have been a whore for their whole life. In the world’s eyes my dad is respected chairman Mark Chris, a billionaire who loves his daughter blindly.But who knows how he has treated me since my childhood. He neglected me and handed me in care of Lucas. Not a maid, not a nanny but a male bodyguard. I glanced at my mom who was staring at me like I am her sin. My mother w

Japhet’s POV“Crazy woman.”The hiss slipped from between my teeth as I pressed my fingers to my neck. Blood smeared across my fingertips thin, sharp, deliberate. Not deep enough to kill me, but deep enough to bruise my pride.She actually cut me.I stepped out of the alley, still stunned. I’ve been stabbed, shot, hunted, and betrayed before…But no woman had ever dared to mark me.“Boss! Why are you here instead of the clubhouse?”Alex jumped out of the SUV and rushed toward me. He reached for his handkerchief to dab the blood, but I shoved him aside.“Don’t touch it.” I slid into the backseat and slammed the door. “The woman who took my virginity gave me this. I’m wearing it like a medal.”Alex froze. I ignored him.Anastasia Chris…She was nothing like the trembling, delicate woman I assumed she was. She fought like someone who’d survived hell. Her stance, her reflex, her blade work everything screamed trained. Assassin? Mafia? Bodyguard? Something dangerous lived behind those eyes

Ana’s POV"Do you know what I had to do in order to meet you again?" He scowled as his grip on my neck tightened. I was slowly getting out of breath but I don't know why my body was loving his torture.I've never felt this turned on and hot before for any man. I guess I'm a masochist who derives sexual gratification from their own pain or humiliation. I noticed from a side glance that the driver was trembling in terror as he looked at the rummaging Xavier through the car's front mirror. There was no wonder I didn't know about Xavier Hill.The infamous Mafia Boss of American territory known as DarZ. Even the top mafias trembled at the name of Xavier H While being the god boss of all underground activities, nobody has seen the face of Xavier Hill. I can't believe I'm with him, under his sexy body."Why are you quiet? Don't you know how to answer when asked?" He grabbed my hair with his other hand and yanked me up He himself got seated and shoved my face on his hard bulge. Making me kn

Ana’s POVThis voice. I think I have heard this before Oh wait up. Is he that man from the car night stand? I turned my face at him and slowly pulled off his mask."You.?"" Yes. I had some unfinished business which I left few days ago because of some depressed woman."I removed my hand from his face and turned my face other side. " What do you mean by depressed woman? I just booked a ride home!""And staring at me with those beautiful eyes. No man in their right would ignore such open call of young lady, " he chuckle cupping my chin.Forcing me to look at him he whispered softly," Do you know how crazy I? Who gave you permission to leave me by myself that morning?"His domineering voice had me shuddered in horror. He was more pissed off and barely holding back his anger. I can't clearly see his facial expressions but I am sure he's going to punish me. Before he gets a taste of my nervousness, I should show him my not so good attitude." Forgot about that night and let me go, besides

Ronon’s POVI needed Gregory’s help for trade in the North, but every time I saw him casting those lingering looks at Lyra, my stomach tightened with anger.He was being more than friendly, and she, for some reason, seemed to welcome it, laughing a little too warmly at his jokes, her eyes shining just a bit too brightly. I knew I couldn’t reprimand her in front of him; that would be unfair and humiliating. So, I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent, to swallow down the bitter frustration building up inside me. I didn’t let out a breath until she elegantly turned him down when he asked her to dance. That brought me a small wave of relief, but it didn’t wash away my worry entirely.Why was I even worried? Lyra was ours—claimed and marked. Yet, I couldn’tshake the nervous tension that gnawed at me, the lingering fear that maybe, just maybe, Gregory was getting to her. He looked at her with a hunger that made my blood boil, as if he were under her spell. And maybe he was —Lyra

Lyra’s POVDax’s playful words echoed in my mind.“Hmmm, I guess you’ll have to convince Ronon, because he’s losing his mind.”I glanced over to where Ronon sat, his gaze fixed intently on us, a mix of protectiveness and simmering jealousy burning in his eyes. Sensing the moment, Dax and I danced toward him, and Dax gently let me go, leaving me safely in Ronon’s arms.“I hope you’re ready,” I teased, smiling up at him, “because I’ll need all my energy to keep up.”Ronon’s growl was low, possessive, unmistakably jealous. “And what was all that with our guest?” he asked, pulling me close, frustration threading his voice.“That was me being your Luna and a gracious host,” I replied, resting my head against his chest as his arms wrapped around me protectively.He sighed, his grip tightening. “He gives me the creeps.”“Me too,” I whispered, laughing softly.He spun me in a twirl before pulling me back against him, his chest firm and warm. His voice dropped to a seductive murmur.“I’d take

Lyra’s POVGregory approached me with a smooth, almost predatory air, his blue eyes focused intently on me. “How do you like it here, Luna?” he asked. He was a striking man—red hair, muscular build, and around Ronon’s age—but there was something unsettling in his gaze. He was undeniably handsome, but I felt no attraction toward him. If anything, his attention made me uneasy, as if there were more behind his words than he let on.“It’s amazing,” I replied, keeping my tone light, polite. He gave a small nod, his eyes searching mine as if he were trying to unravel something hidden within me.“Where are you from?” he continued, tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “You look more like a Southerner.”I gave him a small smile, nodding. “Well, you guessed right. I am a Southerner who traveled north to find my mates.” The moment I said it, I heard a low, protective growl from Dax, a reminder that my mates were always watchful, always aware.Gregory leaned in, his gaze

Lyra’s povMy heart skipped a beat as I quickly took out a handkerchief, wiping it away before any of my mates noticed. Luckily, the pain faded as quickly as it had come, leaving no lingering migraine, but the ominous feeling only grew stronger.“Gregory,” Ronon’s voice cut through the tension, pulling Gregory’s gaze away from me. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before refocusing on Ronon.“Good day, Alpha Ronon,” he said, bowing in a show of respect. “It is an honour to be in Redcape.” Ronon returned the nod, his expression calm but watchful.Gregory moved down the line, exchanging polite greetings with Keal and Dax. Yet even as he did, his eyes kept flickering back to me, lingering far too long, far too intently. The attention felt invasive, like fingers brushing where they didn’t belong.I could feel Shadow, Ronon’s wolf, growling low in my mind, and I knew Ronon felt it too. He didn’t take kindly to anyone ogling me—especially not right in front of him.“And who is this beaut

Lyra’s POVThe months passed, and my bond with Ronon, Kael, and Dax deepened in ways I hadn’t anticipated. They each had layers that continued to surprise me, am strength tempered with kindness, passion wrapped in gentle understanding. They made me feel treasured, valued, and safe. My world was full, richer than I’d ever dreamed, and yet, shadows lingered on the edges of my happiness.When they suggested a visit to the South, my heart tightened. The South was where I had been sold, a place tainted by betrayal and pain. Facing those who had once traded my life away felt like a nightmare I wasn’t ready to confront. The thought of seeing David, the one who had orchestrated mysuffering, stirred a deep anger within me. If I saw him again, I knew I would demand justice. I couldn’t forgive or forget, and I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to.Despite these reservations, life continued smoothly. My role as Luna was fulfilling, challenging, and sometimes even amusing. Stasia had made several clum

Lyra’s POVI carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake anyone, and tiptoed to the bathroom. My body felt warm and tingly as I undressed, memories from the night flooding back to me with every movement.Standing in front of the mirror, I paused, my breath catching as I saw myself—red marks scattered over my skin, vivid reminders of last night. Each one was like a little secret, a story written in kisses and firm hands. The passion we’d shared left its mark, quite literally, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my heart racing with the thrill of it all.This was real. They were mine, and I was theirs, I was officially their Luna. My chest swelled with pride and happiness, emotions rushing over me like a wave. Still feeling a bit dazed, I turned on the shower and let the warm water cascaded over me. Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply, trying to wash away the night while savouring every memory.But then, as I stood there, the faint scent of cinnamon filled the steamy air. I smile