Novels by Lucy Jay

Kael’s POVThe garden was quiet except for the sound of crickets and the clink of glass.The moonlight spilled over the stone path, silvering the edges of the roses. I leaned back against the bench, a half-empty bottle between me and Rael."Everything’s different now," Rael said, swirling his drink lazily. "You felt it too."I didn’t answer right away. That scent—wild, warm, and maddening—still lingered in my head. I’d tried drowning it with wine, but it was stubborn. "I felt… something."Rael grinned. "Something? You were staring like you’d just seen the moon turn gold. And all for Aurora."She’s… beautiful," I admitted, though the word felt too small.Rael chuckled. "Careful, brother. You might fall in love before you even speak two words to her."I shot him a look. "Says the one who nearly tripped over his own feet when she smiled at you.""At least I can talk to women," he teased, tipping his glass toward me. "You just brood and glare until they walk away.""Better than falling fo

She was standing therePoised yet startled, she stood with her hands held together, unsure whether to bow or step back.Aurora.Queen Vivian’s voice was warm but measured. “Princes, this is Princess Aurora of the Sapphire Pack. She’s agreed to stay with us for a time.”Her words barely registered. All I could think about was the way the air shifted around Aurora, the invisible pull drawing me forward. It wasn’t just a pull—it was a claim, a truth written into my blood. Kael felt it too; I could see it in the way his usually guarded gaze softened.Aurora noticed. Her lips curved in the faintest smile, the kind that knew exactly how dangerous it was. She didn’t flinch when Kael stepped closer, didn’t look away when I studied her like I was memorizing every line of her face.“You…” Kael’s voice was low, almost reverent.Aurora tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Me?”The Queen’s eyes flicked between us, and for once, she didn’t interrupt.“Yes,” I said, the word tasting like possess

Liah’s Pov"I’d been hiding in the trees for hours. My chance was kneeling by the stream.”A young maid, about my height and build, knelt at the water’s edge, scrubbing linens until her hands were raw. Hybrid wolf—weak, harmless. Perfect.She never noticed me.No one ever does until it’s too late.I almost walked away. Then I remembered my sister’s voice the day I returned—the way she told me about the fire, about our parents’ deaths… and the Lycan princes who had laughed while the Silvermoon pack burned.My resolve hardened.It was over in seconds. Her body slid into the grass, silent as the mist. I stripped off her uniform, shoving my own clothes deep into the thicket.Now I looked like her. Smelled like her. Weak. Forgettable.Exactly what I needed to be.**By noon, I stood in the Crimson Palace courtyard, the dead girl’s rags hanging off my frame. The chief maid’s gaze raked over me like she was scraping dirt from her shoe.“Pathetic,” she muttered, then waved me inside.The maid

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled, stumbling forward. "The words tore out of me, harsh and bitter, like something I’d been holding back for too long.”I could barely see straight, but that face!Lucan.He stood in the courtyard like he owned it, dressed in tailored black, eyes sharp, smile cruel. The years hadn’t softened him. If anything, he looked more dangerous, taller, prouder, like someone who’d been waiting for blood.“Well, hello to you too, cousin. What, no warm welcome for a family?” Lucan said, spreading his arms like this was some kind of joke.My hands curled before I even realized it. That smug look on his face? It made my skin crawl. I wanted to wipe it off with one good punch.“my, my…didn’t think you’d be drowning your sorrows already, You look... pathetic.”My mother’s eyes narrowed. “Lucan. I didn’t expect to see you. Especially not without a word of intent.”Kael appeared beside me, silent but tense.“Aunt Vivian,” Lucan said smoothly, turning toward h

Rael’s Pov “My queen,” the witch said, her voice shaky. “If the princes don’t get mated in the next four months… they’ll die.”The room fell silent.Mother stood up from the seat, her eyes darkened. “Is there no other way?” She asked, her voice low. “Julie, I cannot lose any of them.”I clenched my fists at her tone. “Do something,” mother hissed. “That’s why you’re paid. We let you live freely, even when the council demanded for your head. You’re an abomination—yet I protected you.”“My queen, I swear,” Julie pleaded. “Unless you can find the one who cursed them, there’s no other way. Only their fated mate can break the curse. If they don’t mate with her by their twenty-fourth birthday, they’ll both die—” “—Die?” I cut her off, laughing bitterly. “For fuck’s sake.”I stepped forward, rage boiling under my skin. “We’ve been coming here for five years. Five damn years, and every time, you give us more riddles and lies.”She backed away, but I was faster.I grabbed her by the throat

Liah’s PovI stood in my father’s throne room, my body still felt weak from the torture and the wolfsbane. My father’s throne—cold, silent and empty now.I ran my hand over the back of the chair, my fingers tracing the familiar carvings. It felt like it was just yesterday that I sat there, watching my father and mother rule.But all that was gone.A rush of memories flooded me—my mother, my father, the pack, the bond all shattered when I left. The moment I chose to break away from silvermoon. I hadn’t just turned my back on them; I had destroyed us.The pain cut deep, sharper than any physical wound. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor, clutching my chest.Why did I do it? Why did I leave them like that?“Liah!”Rory’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I felt her arms on my arms, pulling me up. But I shoved her away with a sudden burst of anger.“Why couldn’t you protect them, Rory?” I shouted, my voice rough and strained with grief. “Why? You’re a warrior too, just like