Novel-novel oleh Azakiki

Mila's POV*I've been chained for two days.Weak, unfed, and thirsty. My lips are cracked, my throat feels like sandpaper, and my wrist is raw from the metal shackle.It's hard to believe that not long ago I was just a college girl worried about my mom's health and paying bills. Now I'm trapped in a nightmare where my own father wants me dead.At first, I screamed and pleaded. I shouted until my voice gave out, begged anyone who would listen to let me go.But no one came.Eventually I grew quiet, conserving what little energy I had left. Now I just whisper desperate prayers that Ethan and Kai will find me.I think about the strange bond tugging at my chest. Not the mate bond with Kai, and not Ethan's mark. Something else. Something that feels like a lifeline in this dark place.As I close my eyes, trying to ignore my empty stomach, I feel a faint hum in my body. Like something inside me is alive, pulsing with its own rhythm.I don't understand it, but it gives me a flicker of strength

Brandon's POV*I leave Mila's room and walk to my office, my chest filled with pure joy.The girl I wanted to take away from my sons turns out to be the very child I had been searching for all these years.How perfectly fate has aligned.I pour myself a drink and sit behind my desk, my mind racing with the possibilities. The emerald crystal. After decades of searching, it was right under my nose.My thoughts drift to Sophia. Mila's mother.I loved her once, truly loved her. But my position as Alpha demanded sacrifice. Personal desires always came second to pack survival.When I discovered she carried my child, I knew what had to be done."You need to abort it," I told her that night in the forest. "Before the pack finds out.""No," she said, her hand protectively covering her belly. "This is our child, Brandon. Our baby.""It's a liability. If the council discovers I had a child with a human, they'll strip me of my title.""Then we'll run. We'll start somewhere new."Her naivety enrag

Mila's POV*While unconscious, I dream.I see them meeting for the first time in a library. My father, young and handsome, helping my mother reach a book from a high shelf. "Here, let me help you," he says, his voice gentle and kind."Thank you," she smiles, and when their fingers brush as he hands her the book, I see the spark between them.The warmth of love glows between them like sunlight. It's wholesome, calm, and I feel it like my own heartbeat. The same way I feel about Ethan and Kai.They sit together at a table, talking quietly about the books they're reading. He makes her laugh, and she touches his hand when she does."I've never met anyone like you," he tells her."Nor I you," she whispers back.But then the dream shifts violently.I'm on a battlefield. Blood everywhere. Bodies scattered across muddy ground. The air smells like smoke and death.My mother is screaming his name, tears streaming down her face as a man is cut down by soldiers in black armor."Brandon! No!"She

Kai's POV*The rage blinds me completely.When Ethan shifts into his wolf form, snarling and snapping, I don't hold back. The anger driving me is pure and primal, and all I can think about is winning.Claiming what's mine.My claws tear into his flesh, ripping through fur and muscle. Blood sprays across the cabin floor as I push him back, harder and harder.The darkness inside me whispers sweet poison."Kill him. Kill him and she'll be yours alone.""He took what belongs to us.""End this. End him."Ethan yelps as my claws find his ribs, but he doesn't back down. He lunges at my throat, his teeth seeking my jugular.But I'm stronger. The dark magic from the ritual has left me with power I've never had before.I slam him against the wall so hard the wood cracks. He slides down, whimpering, blood pooling beneath him."She's mine," I snarl, standing over him. "She was always mine."I raise my claws for the killing blow.But something stops me.The sight of Ethan's eyes, wide with pain an

Mila's POV*For the past two days, Kai has been here with us, and the tension is unbearable.He's always lingering nearby, his wolf constantly surfacing. I can see it in the way his eyes flash gold when he thinks I'm not looking, in the way his hands clench when Ethan gets too close to me.He looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters in the world, and I feel the weight of his gaze constantly.Ethan is no better. The jealousy simmers under the surface, though he keeps it in check better than Kai does. But every time he tries to get close to me, Kai's rage spikes, threatening to boil over.I feel trapped, caught between them in a tug-of-war I never wanted to be part of."She's my mate," Kai growls for the hundredth time as we sit around the dinner table."And she chose me," Ethan responds, his voice tight with control."Before she knew what she was. Before she understood the bond.""The bond doesn't control her heart.""Doesn't it?"They're staring at each other across the table,

Ethan's POV*Something ripples through the bond.A sharp tug that makes my chest ache, like someone's pulling on a string connected to my heart.The feeling hits me while I'm buying supplies in town, and panic drives me to drop everything and race back home.But the house is empty."Mila!" I call out, checking every room.Nothing.Fear coils in my stomach as I search for signs of what happened. There's no struggle, no blood. But her scent trail leads outside.I follow it into the woods, my heart hammering against my ribs.That's when I see them.Kai. My brother. Carrying Mila in his arms like she's some prize he's won.Rage explodes inside me.I launch forward without thinking, knocking Kai back so hard he stumbles. I drag Mila behind me, shielding her from him like he's a predator."What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snarl.Kai straightens, his eyes flashing gold."Taking my mate home where she belongs.""Your mate?" I step closer, my hands clenching into fists. "You rejecte

Isabella's POV Marcus dragged me down the hospital. My shoes had removed from my feet, when I tried to run away from him. He was strong and angry, dragging me towards the room Sarah was being oished into.“Whatever you do, save my baby.” He said to a doctor. The man nods, while the nurses pushed Sarah down.“She's lost a lot of blood.”“What's her blood type?”“She's B negative.”Marcus thrusts me at them. My mouth fell open. He couldn't possibly think I would give Sarah my blood.“No,” I said to the doctor. “I do not consent.”The man's cold eyes landed on my face, before returning back to Marcus. “She's the same type?”“Yes she is. Drain her off as much blood you need and save my baby.”“We're in a hospital and you doctors have rules,” I warned, “I do not consent.”“These are my doctors baby girl,” the doctorcame closer to me as Marcus chilled words made me feel more fear. “I own them.”Fucking loser.I saw a door behind the doctor and bolted for it. “No you don't,” Marcus said,

Isabella's POVThe car slid to a stop in front of the small court room. Just as I was about to open the doors, it opened by itself, being held by Donatello's bodyguard.“Thank you,” I said to him. He didn't reply, closing the door instead. “What is your name?”“Dmitri,” he said roughly. He followed behind me, a tense presence and an aura that smelled like death. I saw why he was a guard, his tall bulky frame similar to Donatello's, his eyes were wild, and he looked around him, taking in every information as quickly as possible.I went up the stairs of the courthouse, my heels clicking with each step. I felt powerful, like I was in control and I had the backing of a strong man with me.“Isabella?”I looked up. Just at the entrance, my ex husband and ex best friend stood there. My eyes dropped down ,seeing the bump that formed in Sarah's middle. “Wow,” she said. I was wearing a black gown, with gold buttons. My LV shoe was a red bottom, the heels lifting me up so I could look into her

Isabella's POVI opened my eyes slowly. My whole body buzzed with electric, pings of pleasure and soreness running through me.“Good morning,” A thick tattooed hand wrapped around me, taking my breasts in his. “Good morning, Daddy,” I murmured.Donatello cuddled with me all night, right after savagely taking me again. My pussy is so sore and I'm certain I would have marks all over my body from his intensity.Right now, he placed hot kisses on my neck. “Daddy,” I arched my back into him, unable to resist.He tweaked my nipples. “Sore?”“Pleasantly so.”“Mmmmmm,” his hand dipped in-between my legs cupping my pussy. “You are still soaked though, what do we think?”I grinded my hips against the friction of the heel of his palm. “Daddy,” I whined, aching for more.“Greedy cunt,” he slapped my pussy, causing me to yelp. “So many orgasms and you still want more.”My head was resting on his hard chest. His other hand wrapped around my throat. He loved choking me, I could tell, wrapping his bi

Donatello's POV I collapsed on my chair, groaning at how hard my dick was. That red dress against her skin, the way the material seems glued to her breast, her hips, her ass.Fuck this girl was a nightmare.She was seducing me. Slowly and definitely. It took everything in me not to grab her neck and throw her on the floor earlier. She wouldn't be able to handle me.Someone knocked on the office door.“Come in,” I said.I smelt her perfume as she waltzed into my office. “Donatello,” her low voice haunted me.“What do you want, Isabella?”My hands shook, not out of fear, but worry at what I would do to her. She needed to leave.She came closer to me, and then I felt her hand on my chest. I looked up into her green eyes, seeing how bright they shined with desire.Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, and her pink lips struggled to say the words.“If I touch you,” I growled, “you're going to be mine.”Isabella does not shift away.I stand up quickly, hauling her by her waist

Isabella's POV“Sit down,” Donatello pointed to the chair opposite him. My heart throbs loudly in my chest and I placed my hands on my laps, hoping to his the nerves that betrayed me.“Nervous?” Donatello's steel eyes pierce my soul. “Not at all,” I replied.“Good.”He pushed a document towards me. “Do you care to read it?”It was a lot.I looked up at him, staring at his unbothered face. “No,” I said. “You've given me your word and I trust it is the same that is in here.”His left eye twitches a little, the only sign I have to see that my words had an impact. “Can I have a pen?”He slid a pen to me on the desk and I reached for it, my fingers coming in contact with his hard knuckles. His palm was large, almost enveloping the long pen in it.“Where should I start?”Donatello helped me, pointing at every place that I needed to put in my signature and filling in every important information.“That should be all,” I said, signing the last page. He took the outstretcydocumets from my hand

Donatello's POV“Wait.”She stopped me in my tracks, right when I was about to escape from her emerald eyes. They were hooded yesterday, from being drunk and today, they glowed with each word she spoke, shining and reflecting like the jewel it was named after.“Marcus told me something about you.”“I suppose he speaks a great deal about me,” I replied, not knowing where this was headed. “Well yes,” she confirmed. “He told me a certain thing though.”I turned around, looking at her in that stupid torn dress that exposed her milky thighs. “What is it?”“Are you still looking for a surrogate?” she blurted out, her face turning red.A surrogate.Yes, I was.I said nothing, allowing her to speak instead.“It's just that, he told me you wanted a child and I want a child too and I wa shooting we could help each other,” she bit her bottom lip.“Yes, I am looking for a woman to carry my heir,” I said honestly. I wasn't interested in having babies, just legacy.“Yes. I want to help you.”I sca