Novels by Christina c

Nine Months LaterLira’s POVThe world was hazy. Warm. My limbs felt heavy, but my heart… my heart was overflowing.I blinked against the sunlight filtering in through the wide windows of our room—no, our home. Damian’s old pack house had changed over the months, losing its cold, formal edge and becoming something sacred. A place where laughter didn’t feel out of place, where shadows no longer meant danger. A shared space where I wasn’t hidden or caged… but cherished.The faint cry of a newborn stirred me from my haze. That small, fragile sound pulled me straight back into the present. My chest tightened, and then I remembered—everything.I gave a soft, exhausted smile as I turned my head to the side.Kael was the first I saw.He sat closest, his big frame hunched over protectively, eyes locked on the tiny, squirming bundle swaddled in his arms. His expression was a mixture of awe and terror, like he couldn’t quite believe something so small, so breakable, had come from us.“She looks

Bonus Chapter – Genesis of Control (Christ’s POV)
The air in the room was stale—too many bodies packed into the old meeting hall, all of them omegas. Eyes wide. Shoulders hunched. Silent.
Good. Fear meant control. Control meant obedience.
I stood at the front, arms folded behind my back, letting the silence hang like a noose. My men flanked the walls, weapons visible. I didn’t need them to speak—their presence did the job well enough.
“These are the rules,” I began, voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “You’ll eat when we tell you to. Sleep where we say. Speak only if spoken to.”
A murmur rippled through the group. One dared to raise a trembling hand.
“What… what is this place?” she asked.
I smiled.
“This is the beginning of your purpose.”
Some of them still had hope in their eyes—still thought they were here for safety. That maybe their Alpha sent them here because they were special. They were half-right.
They were special.
Valuable. Fertile. Breedable.
I turned to one of my

A Few Months Later
For the first time in what felt like forever, the air in the house didn’t smell like heat and desperation.
Damian leaned back against the porch railing, the late afternoon sun brushing across his face as he exhaled deeply. “I’m never taking my cock for granted again,” he muttered.
Kael snorted. “You say that now.”
“No—he means it,” Riven added from where he sat sharpening a knife, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. “I still get phantom aches.”
Lucas chuckled under his breath, flipping a page in his book but not really reading. “At least the medical advisor figured it out. That suppressor serum was the only thing that worked.”
It had taken weeks—weeks of failed attempts, sleepless nights, and every one of them taking turns (or sometimes not even bothering to take turns) trying to help Lira through her relentless, drawn-out heat. Until Damian’s top medical advisor finally managed to replicate and purify a treatment that could gently quiet the omega hormone surge withou

Lira POV
The blood on their hands didn’t scare me.
It never could.
Not when I knew who it belonged to.
Not when it was his.
Christ.
The bastard who haunted my nightmares. Who used my body like it was a thing to sell, to break, to own.
Now his blood was on their skin.
My alphas did that.
They didn’t just kill him.
They tore him apart.
I saw it in their eyes when they came back—Kael’s tired jaw clenched, Riven’s knuckles still twitching, Damian too quiet, and Lucas… Lucas wouldn’t even look at me at first. Like what they’d done for me still wasn’t enough.
But it was.
It was everything.
I wanted to fall to my knees and cry from the release of it all, but my body didn’t give me the chance.
The moment I stepped inside, the scent of them hit me like a punch to the gut. Leather. Smoke. Blood. Alpha.
My knees buckled slightly as the burn in my belly roared back to life, hotter and deeper than before.
Kael moved first. “Lira—”
“I’m fine,” I lied. My whole body was pulsing, aching, begging.
I t

Kael POV
I opened the front door, still wiping blood off my forearms. The copper stench clung to me, even after the long walk back. My muscles ached, but all I cared about was seeing her.
The moment I stepped in, I froze.
The nest was in ruins.
Pillows everywhere. Blankets shredded and thrown against the walls. Clothes—ours—scattered like a storm had blown through. And there she was.
Lira.
Standing in the middle of the chaos, one of my shirts barely covering her. Her face was flushed, eyes wide as she looked at us—then quickly away.
“Uh… hey,” she mumbled, cheeks glowing.
My cock twitched immediately. Fuck.
Before I could respond, she let out a groan, staggering a bit as her body reacted again.
Shit. Her heat wasn’t over.
I stepped forward. “Lira—”
She whimpered, biting her lip as her thighs clenched together.
I felt the primal stir in my gut again.
Not now. Not after what we just did. But my body didn’t give a damn.
Riven POV
I walked in behind Kael and came to a dead stop.
“Holy shi

Riven pov


I glanced at the others.
Kael’s jaw was tight. Blood on his knuckles. Breathing heavy like he was barely keeping the animal inside him on a leash.
Lucas stood dead still, but his eyes—those cold, sharp eyes—were locked on Christ like he was already planning where to start cutting.
Damian hadn’t said a word since we brought the bastard out. But his silence was louder than anything. His eyes were dead, detached. And that was the scariest part. Damian didn’t kill for fun. He killed because it was necessary. And right now?
This was necessary.
I dragged my tongue over my teeth, then looked down at Christ still twitching in the dirt.
Fucker was whimpering now.
Good.
“You boys ready for this?” I asked, cracking my neck, my voice low and electric with rage.
Kael answered by shifting.
Bones snapped. Muscles stretched. His claws tore through skin, dripping with anticipation. Not a full shift—just enough to tear someone apart.
Lucas pulled out a blade. Not his usual silver. No, this

~death~The rays of the sun woke me as I stretched out my aching muscles. Vick was still asleep next to me, her naked body a pure sight to see, but we didn't have time.I had to get her back to the clubhouse. I was sure the prez was blowing up my phone, trying to figure out where I was and if his sister was safe. If he knew where we were and what we did, he would have probably broken the door down by now, and I'd likely be lying here with a bullet in my brain.I felt the bed dip and heard Vick's sweet voice behind me as she mumbled out a morning greeting."It's time to get up, Vick. We need to head out," I said as I headed toward the bathroom.I glanced behind me to see Vick eyeing me from top to bottom."We can shower together if you want," I stated with a smirk.Her eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I think that would be a good idea," she said with a playful smile.I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. The small, cramped space suddenly felt more intima

~death~The rays of the sun woke me as I stretched out my aching muscles. Vick was still asleep next to me, her naked body a pure sight to see, but we didn't have time.I had to get her back to the clubhouse. I was sure the prez was blowing up my phone, trying to figure out where I was and if his sister was safe. If he knew where we were and what we did, he would have probably broken the door down by now, and I'd likely be lying here with a bullet in my brain.I felt the bed dip and heard Vick's sweet voice behind me as she mumbled out a morning greeting."It's time to get up, Vick. We need to head out," I said as I headed toward the bathroom.I glanced behind me to see Vick eyeing me from top to bottom."We can shower together if you want," I stated with a smirk.Her eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I think that would be a good idea," she said with a playful smile.I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. The small, cramped space suddenly felt more intima

~vick~"Oh god," I breathed out. Death was doing something to my body that Derick could never do.Yes, we had sex a couple of times, but most of the time, Derick only chased his release. He never cared if I was enjoying it or if I came. Sex with him was like a chore.But here and now with Death, my body was on fire. Everywhere he touched ignited a blaze within me.And when I saw his hard cock, I couldn't help myself. Just the sight of it had me watering at the mouth.His rough voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Don't worry, we have a long night ahead of us to do that," he smirked as he lined his length with my entrance.I could feel the heat radiating from him, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me gasp. He filled me completely, stretching me in a way that was both intense and deeply satisfying."Fuck, Vick," he groaned, his voice raw with need. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust to his hu

~death~"Fuck me, I knew this was going to be a bad idea. When the Prez finds out, I'm dead. But at this moment, seeing her flawless pale skin and realizing she wasn't wearing a bra...When I noticed she was missing during the chaos of our return, I didn't think much of it. But when I looked around for her and saw she wasn't in her room, I cursed and quickly went out looking for her.Thank fuck I did. I found her a good ways from the clubhouse, walking. I could tell something was wrong the moment I looked into her eyes, so I decided to take a different route and head to a nearby motel.Here I am now, with her splayed out on top of me, asking her if she's sure about this.Her eyes bore into mine, full of determination and desire. 'Yes, I'm sure,' she whispered, her breath hot against my lips.I cursed under my breath, feeling the heat of her body against mine. 'Fuck, Vick. You have no idea what you're doing to me.'She smiled, a mix of innocence and seduction. 'Then show me, Death. Sho

~vick~I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.This was my fault. I brought this on my brother's doorstep. I should have hidden somewhere else. I should have changed my name or something. I started to walk down the street, my mind a whirlwind of guilt and regret. The scene from the clubhouse replayed in my mind—Thief was dead because of me, I thought.I walked a good distance away from the clubhouse, my thoughts consuming me. The quiet night offered no solace, only a reminder of the chaos I had left behind. I was lost in my thoughts when the roar of a motorbike pulled up next to me. I turned to see Death hopping off his bike, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and concern."What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled, his voice low but intense.I opened my mout

~vick~death~It was the night of the raid, and the clubhouse was buzzing with a tense energy. I watched as my brother, the Prez, gathered all the guys in the main area. Okay, everyone," the Prez shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. "Here's what's going to happen. We're going to this supposed warehouse, and we're going to raise hell until we find Derick. If any of you come in contact with that asshole, capture him. I want him alive, you hear me?""Yes, sir!" everyone shouted in unison.He then turned to the specific members. "Snake, Thief, Hammer, you guys are on lookout. Let's ride!"The roar of approval from the men sent chills down my spine. I watched as they suited up, strapping on weapons and gearing up for the fight. My eyes found Death among the crowd, his face as stoic and unreadable as ever. He caught my gaze for a brief moment and gave a barely perceptible nod before turning away.Him..As we roared down the highway, the night air whipping past us, my mind was laser