Novels by Myra_p

ELARAThe first thing I heard was someone arguing over my body.“She’s stable,” a woman said, voice careful, low. “The baby too. Strong heartbeat.”“And?” Cyril’s tone sliced through the quiet.The woman hesitated. “But her wolf… it’s gone. I can’t sense it at all.”Gone?My eyes stayed shut, but the word clawed at me. Wolves didn’t just vanish. They slept, they hid, they sulked…but gone?Cyril exhaled sharply. “You’re mistaken.”“With respect, Beta,” the healer whispered, “I’ve done this twenty years. Every wolf has a pulse, even in coma. Hers…there's nothing. It’s like a door slammed shut.”A door slammed shut somewhere inside me, too. I opened my eyes.The ceiling above me was rough wood, herbs hanging upside down from a beam. The air smelled of mint and smoke. I was lying on a cot, a cool cloth slipping from my forehead.“Welcome back, my Luna,” Cyril said smoothly, relief painting his face. “You fainted.”“No kidding,” I croaked. My throat felt like sandpaper. “Did I at least mak

ELARAAnother night, another banquet.If I had a coin for every time someone shoved me into a gown and told me to “smile like the Moon Goddess herself,” I could probably buy the whole damn packhouse and retire.“Hold still,” one of the maids said, stabbing another pin into my hair.“I am holding still,” I muttered. “I’m practically a corpse. Just prettier.” She didn’t laugh. They rarely did. Cyril had them trained to treat me like fine glass, beautiful, expensive, and not to be questioned.He appeared in the mirror behind me, already dressed in his perfect black suit with a fur coat lining on the top, every button glinting like he’d polished them himself. “You look divine,” he said.“Divine looks a lot like terrified,” I answered.He smiled like that was cute instead of honest. “It’s just a banquet, my love. You’ll charm them. He paused, looking at my bulge. “Both of you will.”I wanted to say I’d rather fight a bear, but I just nodded and let him loop my arm through his. The hall o

ELARAThey called it healing.The sleeping teas, the memory tinctures, the quiet hours in rooms that echoed with nothing but soft light and silence. Cyril guised it all in concern, in his deep voice and soft hands and the practiced calm of a man too smooth to be questioned.I wore Luna's silks. I smiled with Luna's grace. And inside, I drowned in a sea of blank memories and strange, suffocating peace."We've registered our union," Cyril said one morning over fresh berries and warm bread. "You belong to me now, and by the laws of the Packs, you're off limits to everyone else."Everyone else.The words sat oddly on my tongue as if someone else had tried to claim me before.But no memories came, I felt just fog and a slight ache."You okay, Elara?" I blinked, "Yes…I'm fine."He reached for my hand, brushing his thumb across my knuckles. "Good. We have a gathering tonight in the southern wing. Most of the border packs will be there, I want them to see you."I nodded, though inside me shif

ELARA★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The Blackthorne Pack grounds were bursting with celebration. Tables lined with platters of roasted meat, sweet berry tarts, and goblets of red wine were spread out beneath the open sky. Music throbbed through the air, low drums and flutes creating a festive rhythm that pulsed alongside the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation.Pack members danced in swirling dresses and loose shirts, warriors boasting tales of border victories, elders in long cloaks sharing murmured predictions over cups of spiced mead. Everyone had gathered for the rare and sacred Mate Ceremony, a tradition that hadn’t occurred in over a decade.And I was at the center of it all.I didn’t know why I had been summoned, only that the Council of Elders had declared it a divine command. I was told that I was his, the Alpha’s fated mate. I wasn’t given a choice, just a dress, a necklace to show my acceptance, and a warning not to speak unless spoken to. My heart thundered in my

ELARAA wet liquid trickled down my cheek, It felt cold, sticky, and unfamiliar, when I opened my eyes, the world around me swirled like a broken carousel. My fingers twitched against dirt, ash, and something softer, maybe moss I don't know.But the smell was all weird. It reeked of blood and burned flesh, and inside me recoiled before I even understood why.Trees stood like charred bones in the distance, smoke moving into the gray sky, and the ground was littered with bodies, some of them mangled beyond recognition, others still twitching, but barely alive. My heart beat hard against my ribs, and I couldn’t remember what it had felt like to be safe.Or who I even was.I sat up too fast and nearly choked on a sob, my hands clutching at my sides as pain rippled through my body. My skin was covered with bruises, scratches, and cuts. My throat felt sore, like I had been shouting."Easy," a voice said behind me, deep and smooth like melted obsidian.I twisted, or at least tried to, but

ALARIC I sat in my office, my hands clasped tightly together, staring at the floor. The cold air breeze across the room, sharp enough to sting the lungs.. I could still see her face, the dirt on her skin, the blood on her arm, the way her eyes trembled when I carried her in.She had begged me not to punish the girl. That voice still echoed.Soft, breaking, and scared, as if I will pill off her skin if she speaks out of words.I hated that I remembered it. I hate that she is scared of me. Did she despise me that much?The door opened. Beta Theodore stepped in, his boots tapping against the marble floor. “Alpha, you sent it to me?”I nodded once, keeping my eyes on the window. “Find out who those rogues were,” I said, my voice cold, almost hollow. “Every single one of them. I want their heads before the moon changes.”“Yes, Alpha,” he replied.“And the girl that came with her—” I paused, forcing the word out, “find out where she’s from and who sent her.”Theodore bowed slightly. “Right

DESDEMONAMy eyes opened slowly. My eyelids were heavy, the light hurt a little. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then I saw him.Alpha Alaric sat in the chair beside my bed. His eyes were calm, cold maybe, I couldn’t read him. He looked almost peaceful, too peaceful for what had just happened. I blinked again, my lips parted.“Alpha…” my voice came out weak and cracked, barely a whisper. “You saved me.”He didn’t say anything, just stared at the wall as if he wasn’t even in the room with me.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “The girl… the one I tried to help, where is she?”He looked at me finally, his gaze sharp enough to make my chest tighten. “She’s being taken care of,” he said, his tone flat, calm, too calm. “Don’t worry about her. You should focus on yourself.”He pinned his lip together. “I will send her away after she recovers.”I sat up slowly, my body still sore from everything that happened. “Please,” I whispered, “let her stay here. She has no one, I can tell. I’l

DESDEMONA“Stop!!” The voice was so deep almost leaving me frozen.I touched the aim of my dress, staring at Alpha Alaric as he walked towards me, his steps were fast, and before I knew it he just grabbed my hand and pulled me to his side without a word.“How dare you touch her?” His voice echoes through the room, making me shiver in fear. He looked down on me, his hand resting on my waist pulling me closer to his chest. “And why did you let everyone push you around?”I pressed my lip together, blinking, my gaze lowered, my body trembling.He stared at me for a while. His gaze traded to the corner of the room and finally stopped at princess Ivy. “And what are you trying to do?”Princess Ivy takes a few steps forward. “I am trying to protect, why can't you see how dangerous she is to you?”Alpha Alaric looked away, taking a few steps away from her. “You are returning tomorrow, I don't need you meddling in my business, I can take care of myself, and I also know what's good for me.”“The

DESDEMONAI stopped when I reached the door, the hot tea still burning into my skin.I took a deep breath, knocking on the door.“Come in,” his voice came out from inside the office, sharply.I opened the door slowly carrying the tray. He was still sitting there calmly, his hand resting on his jawline, his body leaning on the chair as he spinned.I put the tea on the table, ready to escape, but his quick hand grabbed me, pulled me back to the lap.“Where did you think you were going ? You think you can escape from me….” He leaned in whispering. “Mona, you are stuck to me for life….”My lip trembled, his lip almost touching my skin blowing air into my ear, my body rose in goosebumps, his lip was burning my skin even before he kissed it.I can feel his hardened cock under my pussy. One of his hands grabbed my boobs, massage my tempo gently.“Oh…” I moaned, gasping air, taken by surprise.Suddenly he stopped and he pulled away from me, he yanked my hair back by revealing my neck. “What's

DESDEMONAMy breath hitched, staring at her sharp yet oddly elegant gaze, there was something about her presence that made my chest tighten. Her eyes, burning, rested on me, not missing a single move I made. It was as if she could read every unspoken thought inside me.“Follow me,” she said sharply, her voice firm, and commanding, leaving no room for disapproval.I nodded immediately, the sound barely leaving my throat. The air around her carried power, it wasn’t a request, it was an order.I stepped out of the water, dripping water sliding down my body as the cold air bit my skin. Quickly, I picked up my silk robe, slipping it over my shoulders, though it barely shielded me from the chill crawling down my spine. I ran after her, bare feet slapping softly against the stone floor.We walked through narrow corridors lit by weak torches, the walls casting long, trembling shadows. The silence between us was thick and strange, not comfortable, not hostile, but something in between. I didn

DESDEMONAHe pinned my hands above my head and took my mouth into his. His kiss was hot, desperate, and somewhere deep inside, my heart skipped a beat. I shouldn’t have felt it, but I did. Excitement. Need.His hand stayed tangled in my hair, rough yet trembling as if fighting something inside him. His lips moved down my skin, leaving me breathless with every touch. My body ached for more, for him to explore every part of me, to erase the bruises with the heat of his hands.“Alpha…” My voice slipped out low, soft, almost pleading. I saw it in his eyes, he wanted the same thing. His chest rose and fell sharply, his breath uneven. He was hard for me.Then, suddenly, he stopped, his hand moved away from my thigh. He pulled away, his grip loosening as he sat at the edge of the bed. His eyes darted across the room, landing anywhere but me. I could tell, he was pulled away on purpose, punishing me with distance.“I should leave now,” he said coldly, the words cutting through the quiet.Wit