Novels by Author Favy

By the time I reached the gym that same night, I was shaking. Badly. It was not the nervous kind of shaking. Rather, it was the kind that comes from rage so sharp it feels cold.After the cafe, Ryans had dropped me off at my dorm promising to call me later. Then he left. June was not around when I entered and so there was no one to interrupt my raging thoughts of Caleb as I paced to and fro the sitting room. After fifteen minutes of restless pacing, I knew one thing:I had to go see the bastard called Caleb because I had had enough of his nonsense. I had had enough!It was with that thought in mind that I left the dorm room and pounced to the gym. After one year of dating Caleb, I knew that if it was not yet time to indulge in reckless partying with his friends, he was either at class, or at the rink practising, or at the gym toning up his body. So I went to the gym first. The doors slammed behind me, echoing off the walls. The place was nearly empty except for Caleb and a few o

The evening air was cold enough to bite, but Skylar’s laughter made everything feel warmer.She was walking beside me, cheeks flushed from the wind, her gloved hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. Her hair caught the evening sunlight like a halo, and every time she turned to look at me, I forgot whatever I was about to say.“Stop staring,” she teased without looking up. “You’re going to walk into a pole.”“Worth it,” I said easily.She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”We were on the street near the rink, coffee cups in hand, just two people pretending the world wasn’t watching. After last night, it felt surreal to just be—no audience, no expectations, no storm of doubts. Just us.It was the most beautiful thing. “You know,” I said now while bumping her shoulder with mine, “you could’ve at least pretended to be impressed by my dating skills last night.”“Oh, I was really impressed,” she replied dryly. “Mostly by the fact that you didn’t order a burger at a fancy r

I woke up the next morning smiling like an idiot.It was the kind of smile you can’t fight even if you tried. The morning sunlight poured through the blinds in a warm and soft manner and kissed my face like it was in on my secret…like it was sharing in my happiness.I clutched my phone against my chest, the same one I’d fallen asleep scrolling through. Ryans’ text from midnight was still glowing faintly at the top of the screen. Seeing it made me yearn for him in the most profound manner.I read Ryans’ text again: Get some sleep, sunshine. I like knowing you’ll wake up smiling.And damn it, I did. How I did. “Someone’s glowing,” June’s voice suddenly sang from across the room before I even opened my eyes fully. She was standing by the mirror, toothbrush hanging from her mouth, wearing her ‘Drama Queen in Progress’ T-shirt and one sock. “I can literally see the hearts floating above your head.”I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. “Go away, June.”“Nope.” She yanked the pillow off

If happiness had a sound, it would’ve been the laughter echoing through my dorm room right now.“Bro, for the love of hockey, stop adjusting your collar,” Liam groaned from the couch while tossing a folded paper at my head. “You look like a man trying to seduce his reflection.”“Correction,” Peter chimed in, sprawled upside down across the armchair. “He’s trying to seduce Skylar Hayes. There’s a difference.”“Same thing,” Liam countered. “Both involve him losing all sense of logic.”I rolled my eyes but couldn’t fight the grin that crept up. “You two idiots know you’re not helping, right?”Mark, my roommate—the human embodiment of a coding software—peeked over his laptop. “Should I be taking notes? Asking for future reference.”Liam snorted at that. “You? A girl? Bro, the only thing you’ve ever dated is your keyboard.”Mark was the guy focused only on his books and work. If he was not at class, he was at the library. He was too focused on those two to even blink at a girl. The fact t

I stared at my reflection like someone who’d forgotten how to breathe.The girl in the mirror wasn’t the same one who once stormed out of a rink crying, or the one who hid behind sarcasm and silence because she didn’t know what to do with her pain and fear. This version of me—hair straightened and softly curled at the ends with a swipe of my gloss over my lips catching the light—looked fragile. Hopeful. Terrified.She looked…beautiful even as she was wearing her old hoodie for the sake of familiarity.“Absolutely not,” June declared as if on cue while bursting through the dorm door like a colorful tornado with a brush clenched between her teeth and a pile of clothes in her arms. Her backpack was on her back, showing she was just coming back from class. “You’re not wearing that tragic hoodie. God, Skylar, I can not believe you would be wearing that if I didn't come in. I had an idea you would do this which is why I bought some clothes as I was coming back from classes but I was sincer

When June and I got to the Thunders’ common area because Ryans had invited us to their team’s hangout, the place looked like chaos dressed up as celebration.Fairy lights zigzagged above the courtyard, music pulsed from Liam’s portable speaker, and someone had already set up a grill that smelled like heaven… or maybe just burnt barbecue sauce and testosterone.Either way, it was loud, messy, and perfect.I spotted Ryans immediately, standing by the grill with tongs in one hand and that smug little half-smile he probably practised in front of a mirror. His gray T-shirt clung to him in all the right ways — damp from sweat or water, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair falling into his eyes. He looked annoyingly good, and judging by the giggling girls who had been invited by other team mates, I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I didn't even bother to glare at them out of jealousy. I already knew he was totally and absolutely mine. Having that feeling was the best thing ever. June nud

Most people assumed being Alpha meant you always had control. They weren’t entirely wrong because I usually did. But the truth was, sometimes you had to create control. Manufacture it. Bend the moment until it bent to you.That’s exactly what I planned to do with Jane Garice.Jason called it reckless but then, if I wanted people to stop whispering about my grades and start believing I was untouchable again, there was no better way than making it public: Jane and I, together.Fake or not, the image mattered more than the truth. And image was something I’d mastered.It's been a few days since Jane told me that she would give me an answer.And I was tired of waiting. So I hatched my plan. ***Friday night meant one thing at Cornell: the Den.It wasn’t just a bar—it was a wolf hangout disguised as one. There was loud music, sticky floors, and the scent of cheap beer mixing with the unmistakable musk of wolf energy simmering under the surface.Every pack kid on campus ended up here soon

Cornell was supposed to be my clean slate.No whispers of betrayal. No Trevor lurking in every hallway, wearing his bulshit like cologne and smiling like he’d done nothing wrong. I wanted distance. Space. Control.Instead, I got Damian Ross.Arrrrghhhhh!By the time practice ended, my blood pressure was high enough to kill a lesser wolf. Geneva was still grinning like she’d just watched the season finale of her favorite drama.“Okay,” she sang as we walked back to the dorms. “Spill. On a scale of one to ‘he’s insufferable,’ how bad was that?”My jaw was set as I tightened my ponytail while I answered. “He is the whole scale. Trust me. He’s arrogant. Cocky. The human embodiment of everything I swore I’d avoid.”“So… like Trevor?”I shot Geneva a look. I had told her about Trevor a few days ago and she had been sympathetic about it. I exhaled loudly before answering. “Kinda. Even though Trevor is the main asshole. Damian is just loud and arrogant.”“Loud and arrogant and hot,” Geneva

The whistle shrieked across the rink and sounded sharp enough to rattle eardrums. The cold air bit at my skin through the pads, and the scrape of skates echoed as the team slowed. Coach Richard had that vein popping in his forehead again, which usually meant he was two seconds away from throwing his clipboard at somebody.“Ross!” he barked. “Get your head in the game!”I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my glove and shot him my signature grin. “Relax, Coach. You’ll give yourself a stroke.”Jason, lining up beside me, muttered, “You’re gonna push him into early retirement one of these days.”“Better early than never,” I quipped, flipping the puck from stick to glove and back again. My wolf was restless today, prowling just beneath the surface.Trainings always helped me to calm down but lately, it was no longer as easy. Lately, things felt off. Like everyone was watching me, waiting for me to slip.Rumors about me were circling. At first, I had not paid attention bu

Transferring schools was supposed to feel like a fresh start. Clean slate. New territory.It didn’t.Back at Vermont University, things had been easy in a way I didn’t appreciate until they stopped being that way. I was popular—people waved at me, cameras found me at games, and the crowd loved the way Trevor and I looked together. I was the cheer captain, the Alpha’s daughter who smiled on command and led the squad like it was part of my blood. Trevor had been right when he said that I loved attention.But then, that kind of attention swells you up until a small crack becomes an earthquake.After Trevor, the crack got loud fast. Rumors at Vermont spread like wildfire—there was the whispers at practice, side glances in the dining hall, texts that started out casual and ended with people asking if the “Trevor thing” was real. It didn’t matter that I’d stormed out and cut him loose; rumor wants a story and it will keep telling it until everyone believes the version that’s juiciest.

The sounds of sex reached me way before I reached where I was going to.Soft moans. A low groan. The kind of breathless, needy rhythm that made my stomach twist because I knew one of the voices making the sounds.It was Trevor’s voice.My heart jumped into my throat as I stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway outside his dorm room and listened. It was late—too late for a casual visit—but I’d been restless, thinking about him, needing to talk. I’d convinced myself that if I showed up, maybe he’d smile that cocky smile that always disarmed me, and we’d just… be okay like We’d been together for years. Trevor Gerald wasn’t just my boyfriend, he was my best friend. He was the boy who snuck me snacks during endless pack meetings, who held my hand before every big cheer routine, who promised me forever when we lay on the grass and watched the stars. Everyone loved us.Trevor Gerald and Jane Garice—the golden couple of Vermont University. The Beta’s son and the Alpha’s daughter. Star goal