Novels by MissEm

Aria’s povMy heart dropped, alpha Eros was my mate? The most feared and deadly lycan king was now my mate? I had thought that my rebirth was going to be better than my former life, but standing here in this stupid wedding dress and staring at death itself as my mate didn't feel like an afterlife. It felt like another type of pain. But whatever it was, the difference was that I wasn’t that naive girl that couldn’t speak for herself anymore, I was now a weapon. “Dad,” I said, turning to my father. “I’m your daughter and the heir to this pack. I’m sorry for hurting you like this but I don’t want to be with a man that’s not in my class.” Gasps scattered through the crowd like ripples. Darren’s face went pale, his mouth parting slightly as if he couldn’t believe I’d just tossed him aside in front of the entire Northern Council.I didn’t wait for anyone’s response. I lifted my dress and walked down the aisle, my head high, heart racing.But my back?It was straight and unbent. My fat

Alpha Eros I hadn’t left the Shadow Court in twenty years.So when I stepped into his room that morning, my cousin Ronan nearly dropped his coffee.“You’re kidding,” he said, staring at me like I’d grown a second head. “You’re actually going to step out of this pack just because of a dream you had?”He asked, but I didn’t respond.He leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning like a kid. “So, is she even real?” “Who?” I asked as though I didn’t know who he was talking about. “The mystery girl from your dream?”He pressed. “You’re impossible! You have had visions your whole life, and ignored every single one, but this one? A lady in a wedding dress, and suddenly you want to go look for her?”“It’s way more than you can understand,” I said quietly and he went still.“In the vision,” I continued, “She was in white dress, standing in a temple. But she wasn’t happy. She was shaking. Like she didn’t want to be there. Like something was terribly wrong.”I remembered her eyes, they wer

Aria’s POV“Aria.”A warm hand touched my shoulder, gently shaking me.“Aria, sweetheart, it’s time.”I gasped and jolted upright, lungs dragging in air like I’d been drowning. The world tilted, blurred at the edges, voices echoing like they were bouncing off the inside of my skull.“Try and relax,” the voice said again. “You’re just nervous. Every bride gets cold feet.”Every bride? I turned my head, and froze at the sight before me.My father stood before me, alive, whole and smiling.His silver hair was neatly tied back, his suit sharp and pressed, that familiar little crescent moon pin glinting on his lapel. His eyes, kind and tired and full of pride, crinkled at the corners the way they always did when he looked at me like I was his whole world.“Dad?” I whispered, barely able to get the word out.He chuckled, “Who else were you expecting to walk you down the aisle, the Lycan King?” He teased me. My lips parted but nothing came out, I blinked once then twice. The silk of my wedd

Aria’s POV I couldn’t breathe.The rope bit into my wrists, coarse and soaked with the sweat of my panic. I struggled against it, gasping, my stomach aching with every movement.“Dear moon goddess, please save me. Please save my baby.” I muttered under my breath, staring at the man I had sacrificed my whole life for. “Please,” I whispered, choking on the word. “Darren, you don’t have to do this. Please…”He stood in front of me, all sharp angles and dead eyes, the man I had loved since I was sixteen. The man who once kissed my scars and told me the moon would never rise if it meant hurting me.My husband. He was just watching me die with a smirk on his lips. “Enough of the whimpering, Luna,” he said, his voice smooth like silk stretched over broken glass. “Can you stop crying? You’re embarrassing yourself.” He said casually like he hadn’t tied me to a chair and set a fire underneath it. And beside him, stood Elara. My best friend. My sister in everything but blood. Her auburn ha