Novels by andreahillary768

"Hayes," Lucian repeats,and I tried my best not to react. The surnname sparked histories I did not want to revisit. Vaughan-Hayes, Darius's half-brother. And apparently the orchestrator of everything that has been happening.The pieces click into place. The familiar scent that bothered me, the way his green eyes reminded me of Darius, the rogues who attacked me carrying traces of his scent. It wasn't a coincidence. It was all planned."You," I breathe, pulling my hand from his grip. "You sent them. The rogues who…""Who awakened your true power?" Lucian's mask finally slips, revealing the predator. His charming smile remains but this time it looked more sinister. "You should thank me, little silver wolf. Without that... encouragement, you'd still be scrubbing floors and dreaming of a mate who would never want you."Rage builds in my chest, not the hot youthful fury but something colder, more dangerous. Silver light begins to dance beneath my skin as my wolf stirs. Around us, my pack

Three months later, I stand before my pack of rogues and outcasts. Fifty strong and growing. They call me their Silver Queen, and for the first time in my life, I feel the weight of actual power.My pack has grown double the size in just a few months, way more than anything I thought we could achieve. Word spreads quickly in the rogue community about a silver wolf who commands shadows and shows mercy only to those who pledge their loyalty. We've made camp in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of New Orleans, far from pack territories but close enough to know what was going on in the wolf territories. My followers have made up a clean, livable space. They look at me in a way I’ve never been looked at before. Utmost respect. Whether for my strenght or my ability as a leader, but they adored me."Alpha," Marcus, one of my earliest converts, approaches with his head bowed. "The scouts report movement from Blood Moon territory. Their patrols are... restless."I nod, unsurprised. Dari

I wake to find my wounds healing so fast, it was visible to the eyes. My torn flesh came together without a single scar and just like that, it was gone.The pain is gone. Not just diminished, completely gone. I sit up, expecting the familiar agony of torn flesh and broken bones, but there's nothing. My body feels so light, as if I've never been injured at all.I look down at my arms, my legs, searching for the cuts and bruises I know should be there. Instead, I find smooth, unmarked skin that seems like I had been doing skincare for years. My skin seemed to have a silvery glow to it.What is this? What's happening to me?My senses explode with newfound clarity and it scared me a bit. I can hear every rustle of leaves in the canopy above, every footstep of forest creatures miles away. The scent of pine and earth fills my nostrils with overwhelming intensity. It feels bizarre, but surprisingly comfortable, like this is how I should have been a long time ago. I feel a rush over me.Power

I wake in the forest, my body on fire from the severed bond.Every breath is a struggle to keep living.The pain is everywhere. I bite my lip to feel something other than that devastating pain but nothing changes. Cold seeps through my torn dress and into my bones.The bond. The rejection. It all comes flooding back in a rush of humiliation that makes me want to end it right there.I try to sit up and immediately regret it. A sharp pain shoots through my chest where the bond was ripped away, and I fall back with a strangled cry. My throat is raw, and I realize I must have been screaming. The metallic taste of blood coats my mouth.How long have I been here? The last thing I remember is the pack's cruel laughter echoing in my ears. Someone must have dragged my unconscious body out here and left me to die like roadkill.The thought doesn’t hurt as much as I think it should. What’s worse than your mate rejecting you anyway?I force myself to focus. My dress is torn and stained with blood.

I pressed myself against the cold stone wall of the pack house, doing my best to hear the sounds of laughter coming from the grand hall. Alpha Darius's birthday celebration isn’t a place for someone like me. I should even consider myself lucky, being able to at least hear the sound of music being played from the hall.The rough stone bites through the thin fabric of my dress, my best dress. I figured that even if I had no chance at being at the party with the rest of the pack, I could at least have my own little party right here. My ‘best dress’ is nothing special though, just some worn out clothes someone had thrown in the lost and found. If I were growing properly, the dress would have been undersized, but I hadn’t grown an inch since I was sixteen years old, so it was still in perfect shape.My case in the pack house is no new story. The wolf unable to shift. The orphan girl who serves in the kitchens, scrubs floors, and pretends not to hear when they whisper about how pathetic I