Novels by Chinatu Favour

Lucian didn’t speak, but his silence said everything. I felt his stare like a weight on my skin. Intense, assessing, like he was peeling back every layer of me with his eyes.“What are you?” he finally asked.Not who.What.I should’ve been angry. Offended. But I wasn’t.Because I didn’t have an answer.“I don’t know,” I whispered. “Whatever I was… it’s changing.”His eyes darkened. “Magic like that doesn’t come from nothing, Selene. You said you were half-Lycan, but that..” he waved a hand toward the space between us, still thick with lingering power, “..that was more than bloodline.”I didn’t reply. I couldn’t.Lucian stepped forward, until his body was a breath away from mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him. “You feel it too,” he said quietly.I didn’t deny it.Instead, Lucian dropped his gaze to my lips, lingering for a breath too long. “There’s something about you,” he murmured.My throat tightened. “And that excites you?”“No.” His voice dropped into a growl. “It warns

The door slammed behind us, but I barely registered the sound. Pain pulsed at the edge of my senses, silver still burning through parts of me that had not healed yet. But it wasn’t the pain that scared me.It was him.Ronan.He carried me like I weighed nothing, like I was fragile. Breakable. That was the problem. I wasn’t supposed to be fragile. I wasn’t supposed to be anything to him.He set me down on the mattress in my room, his eyes scanning me like he expected me to shatter."Where’s your first aid kit?" he asked, voice low and edged with something I could not read.I hesitated.The air between us tightened. No. I could not let him stay here. Not this close. Not while my magic was faltering, unraveling at the seams like a threadbare veil. I could feel it, my glamour slipping. The disguise that masked my true bloodline flickered like a dying candle.He couldn’t see me like this.I turned my head and pointed toward the small linen closet across the room.Ronan rose silently and cr

I’ve met wolves of every scent. Shifters who reek of bloodlust, alphas with pride thick in their bones, rogues who wear desperation like cologne. But Ronan?I can’t scent him.Not properly.And that rattles me the most. It’s like his wolf doesn’t want to be known.My wolf doesn’t understand it either. She just growls, low and wary, whenever he’s near, even if “near” is only fleeting glimpses through windows and the silence of night.The weird thing is, I should be able to sense everything.I’m not just a wolf, I’m a hybrid. Lycan blood runs hot in my veins, wrapped in old magic I’ve learned to keep buried. Glamours and suppressants, subtle tricks passed from my mother to me like lullabies. All so no one ever knows what I really am. So far, it works.But lately, I feel like I’m being watched.It starts the night Ronan shows up again. A prickle between my shoulder blades when I walk home after closing, a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye that vanishes when I turn.For days now

He doesn’t stay long. Maybe thirty minutes, maybe less. He barely touches his drink just watches the bar with a casual air that doesn’t quite hide the predator beneath.But he keeps glancing at me. Not in the obvious way most men do. It’s subtler than that. The third time I catch his eyes on me, I have to excuse myself. My hands tremble, not from fear, but from something harder to pin down. Something warm and frustratingly alive.Ellie gives me a knowing smirk. “Go hydrate or scream into a mop bucket, boss. I’ve got this.”I slip into the back, lock the door, and brace my hands on the sink. His gaze still lingers on my skin like it’s been burned there.Why does he look at me like he knows me?More importantly, why does it make my chest feel like it isn’t mine?When I return, his stool is empty. His glass is gone.Just like that, so is he.---The next morning starts with the hateful blare of my phone vibrating on the nightstand.I groan and roll over, grabbing it before it can ring a

SelieneThe bottle shattered against the wall, spraying glass inches from my head.I didn’t flinch. I never did.“If you throw another bottle, I’m banning your pack for a month.”The werewolf across the bar bared his teeth at me, amber eyes flashing in the dim light. Ugh. Drunk Alphas.“You can’t do that,” he slurred.I slammed both palms on the counter, leaning forward until my dark curls shadowed my glare.“Watch me, Derek. This isn’t your territory. It’s mine. And in my bar, you follow my rules.”The crowd hushed. Even the rowdy fae in the corner paused their poker game to watch.Derek’s beta, Jax, tugged him back with an apologetic grimace. “She’s right, man. Let’s just go.”I tossed a rag over my shoulder and watched them slink out, the door swinging shut behind them. The tension evaporated, and the usual hum of laughter and clinking glasses returned.“Remind me never to piss you off,” murmured Ellie, my human bartender, as she slid a whiskey to a waiting vampire.I smirked. “Sma