Novels by Lara Belle

Six Years Later Lara's POV The morning sun poured through my study window. Papers covered my desk—financial reports, territory agreements, pack business. But my eyes weren’t on them. Through the open window, Luna’s laughter drifted in. She was chasing butterflies in the garden, her curls bouncing with each step, her tiny hands reaching for the sky. Derek’s voice followed, calm and patient. “Gentle, sweetheart. Don’t catch them. Just let them fly.” I smiled, resting a hand on my swollen belly. Six months along now. My son kicked softly against my palm. These children were different. Born from love. Not fear. Not obligation. Love. The door opened. Zander entered, his face serious. He placed an envelope on my desk without a word. I stared at it. Prison letterhead. My throat tightened. “From Andre,” Zander said quietly. I hadn’t heard that name in months. Over the years, letters had arrived—not many, maybe one every few months. Never begging. Never manipul

The sunlight woke me.Not harsh. Not accusing.Soft. Golden.I stretched beneath the sheets. My shoulders didn’t coil with tension. My hands didn’t shake. For the first time in ten years, I woke up without dread.The bed beside me was empty.A flicker of disappointment stirred before I could stop myself.The door opened.Derek walked in carrying a tray—warm bread, honey, tea that smelled of chamomile and mint.“You’re awake.” He set the tray on the side table.I blinked. “Did you just bring me breakfast?”“You need to eat.” His tone was flat, but his eyes… his eyes were soft. “And I wanted to check on you.”“Since when does an Alpha serve breakfast in bed?”The corner of his mouth lifted. “Since his mate forgets to take care of herself.”My breath caught.Mate.The word hung between us. A promise. A danger.For once, I didn’t want to run.---By afternoon, the Moonstone elders filled the courtyard.I stood beside Derek. Their gazes pressed down on me—heavy, powerful.Not judgment this

The receiving room shrank around Andre.He stood between two guards, hands trembling. Up close, he was a ruin—sunken eyes, clothes hanging loose, the wild desperation of a wounded animal.Derek lingered just behind me. Not in front, not shielding—just there. A silent vow: I’m here if you need me.I needed him more than I wanted to admit.Andre’s gaze locked on mine, the same intensity that once made me flinch. Now, it only left me numb.“Lara,” he rasped. “I don’t deserve to be here. I know what I’ve done—what I put you through. But I had to see you. I had to tell you—”“Tell me what?” My voice was steadier than I felt. “That you’re sorry? That it wasn’t what it looked like? That you didn’t mean it?”He flinched. “Yes. All of it. I was blind. Cruel. Wrong—”“For ten years, Andre.” I stepped forward, something unbreakable settling inside me. “Not one mistake. Not one bad choice. A decade of deliberate cruelty.”His face buckled. “I know. God, I know. But I’ve lost everything—the pack,

LARA'S POV Two weeks had passed since the news broke. Two weeks of silence from Andre Castellano. I thought I was done with him. The moment I watched those headlines scroll across the screen—Andre stripped of his title, Tasha arrested by the AFCB, Dylan placed in a foster care—I thought it was over. I thought the chapter was closed, the book slammed shut. I thought I could finally, *finally* breathe without his shadow suffocating me. I was wrong. --- It started with a commotion at the gates. I was in the library when I heard the shouting—raised voices, the sound of guards mobilizing. My first thought was an attack. My second was that the press had found us. I rushed to the window overlooking the estate entrance and froze. Even from a distance, I recognized him. Andre. But not the Andre I remembered. Not the powerful Alpha who'd commanded respect with just his presence, whose aura could silence a room. This man looked... broken. He stood outside the Moonstone gates

Andre's POV The hospital's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps. I'd been pacing the waiting room for three hours, knuckles raw, mind a hurricane of rage and self-loathing. The attack would be all over the supernatural community by morning. Alpha Andre Castellano, losing control, striking his mistress in front of the council. Lucas wouldn't even need to call for a vote now. "Mr. Castellano?" I looked up to see a doctor in scrubs, expression carefully neutral—the professional mask of someone delivering complicated news. "How is she?" "She's stable. The head trauma was minor, but..." He paused, consulting his chart. "There are other factors we need to discuss." "Factors?" My stomach knotted. "She's pregnant, Mr. Castellano. About eight weeks along." The words hit like a physical blow. I staggered backward, gripping the plastic chair. "Are you sure?" "Blood work confirmed it. We're monitoring closely for any complications." Pregnant. After everythin

Lara's POV The AFCB representative stood up. The room went dead silent. "The investigation is complete." My heart pounded. This was it. "Frozen accounts. Missing funds. Unexplained transfers totaling over eight million dollars." He paused. "All trace back to one person: Tasha, Alpha Andre's mistress." The room exploded. Gasps. Whispers. Everyone turned to stare at Tasha. Her smile disappeared. Just like that. "She embezzled pack funds for months," the representative continued. "Luxury purchases. Transfers to other Alphas. Designer shopping. International vacations. Your pack paid for everything." He slid documents across the table. Hard evidence. Undeniable. "Impossible!" Tasha's hands shot up. "Andre must have known! He approved the accounts—he's just as responsible!" I looked at Andre. His face went pale. Then red. Shock, then rage. His jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind from across the room. He'd only found out days ago when the accounts froze. I knew because t

I pressed my ear against the door, straining to hear what was happening in the hallway. Marcus's voice came through muffled but panicked. "Look, man, I don't know who you are, but this is between me and my girlfriend—" "Ex-girlfriend." Kade's voice was cold enough to freeze blood. "And you're going to leave. Now." "I'm not going anywhere until Della talks to me!" A low growl rumbled through the hallway. Not human. Definitely not human. My wolf surged forward, recognizing her mate's aggression. She wanted out. Wanted to stand beside him. I pushed her down. Not yet. Not here. "Last warning," Kade said softly. "Walk away. Or I'll make you." "Are you threatening me?" Marcus laughed. "I'll call the cops—" The sound of a body hitting the wall cut him off. "Call whoever you want," Kade said. "But you'll do it from the ground floor. Not outside her door. Are we clear?" Silence. Then footsteps. Fast. Running down the stairs. I sagged against the door, my heart pounding. Part of me

The lock clicked. The door opened. Kade stepped inside and closed it behind him. His face was calm but I could see the tension in his shoulders. The gold still flickering in his eyes. "He's gone," he said. "I heard." My voice shook. "One week. He gave me one week." Kade crossed the room in three strides. "He's not taking you anywhere." "You don't understand. When my father makes a threat, he follows through. He'll come back with more wolves. He'll—" "Della." Kade's hands framed my face. "Look at me. Breathe." I tried. But panic was crawling up my throat. Five years of freedom, about to disappear. Five years of building a life, about to crumble. "I can't go back," I whispered. "I can't marry some stranger. I can't live under his control again. I can't—" "You won't." Kade's thumb brushed my cheek. "I won't let that happen." "How? You heard him. The Eastern Pack alliance—" "Is not my problem. You are." His silver eyes locked onto mine. "You're my mate, Della. That changes every

The world stopped. My father was here. In this club. Looking for me. Five years of hiding. Five years of building a new life. Gone in one night. "How many?" Kade's voice was sharp. Controlled. Alpha mode activated. "Six wolves," Thomas said. "Including the alpha. They're in the main club area. They showed Della's picture to Rico." My legs felt weak. I grabbed the back of a chair to steady myself. "Did Rico tell them anything?" Kade asked. "No. He said he'd never seen her. But Alpha Hart doesn't believe him. He's threatening to search the building." Kade's eyes flashed gold. "This is my territory. He can't—" "He's doing it anyway," Thomas interrupted. "He says his daughter is in danger. That he has the right to search any building if he believes she's there." "Della." Kade turned to me. His face was calm but his eyes were fierce. "Do you want to see him?" Yes. No. I don't know. "I—" My voice wouldn't work properly. "I can't. If he finds me, he'll make me go back.

My hands shook as I reached for my mask. Every instinct screamed at me to run. But Kade's silver eyes held me frozen in place. "Don't," I whispered. "Please don't make me." His hand dropped away from my face. He took a step back, giving me space. The loss of his heat made me want to move closer again. My wolf whined at the distance. "You feel it too," he said. Not a question. A statement. "The pull. The bond." I couldn't lie. Not about this. Wolves could smell lies. "I feel it." My voice cracked. "But it doesn't matter." "Doesn't matter?" His eyes flashed gold. "You're my mate, Della. How does that not matter?" "Because I left that world behind!" The words burst out of me. "I left my pack. I left my father. I built a human life. I own a bakery. I have an apartment. I have—" I stopped. I was going to say I had Marcus. But I didn't. Not anymore. "I have a life that doesn't include pack politics or alpha commands or any of it." Kade was quiet for a long moment. He walked t

I should have known something was wrong when Marcus didn't answer my texts that morning. I should have turned around right there on his doorstep. But I didn't. I had chocolate croissants in my hand and a key he gave me six months ago. The apartment was too quiet. I heard her laugh first. Sophie's laugh. My best friend's laugh, coming from his bedroom. The white bakery box slipped from my hands when I saw them. Marcus and Sophie, tangled in his sheets, her red hair spilling across his pillow. "Della—" Marcus jumped up. His face went white. "This isn't what it looks like." Really? Because it looked like my boyfriend of three years was sleeping with my best friend. "How long?" My voice sounded dead. Empty. He looked at the floor. "Two months." Two months. While I was baking his favorite croissants at five in the morning. While we were planning our anniversary trip. While I was stupid enough to think we had a future. I didn't wait to hear more. I just left. I sat in my