Novels by Lady Jenna

Alaric’s POVI gritted my teeth as the words came out “Fine.”The ballroom still stank of fear and shattered crystal when I carried her out flashing Nathan a knowing smirk.Annalise had become as pale as moonlight and stiff in my arms like she might snap in two.Her silence was louder than any scream. Every step I took past the gawking crowd tightened the noose around their throats. No one dared to move. They all stared as I cradled her like a man carrying his prized possession princess style .And Nathan?Ah, Nathan’s face was so delightful to stare at, as anger flashed in his deadbeat stare. His face had turned the shade of crimson, his fists clenched, his jaw ticked as though he might leap at me any second. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.. Lycans weren’t to be challenged so easily, and he knew it. That simmering jealousy.. I could drink it like wine.But thatBy the time I reached the long corridor, her small fingers had balled into the fabric of my shirt. She wasn’t holding me. No—s

Nathan’s POVA single clap was heard. Then another.And within a few seconds, the ballroom erupted into thunderous merriment, voices echoing like crashing waves against marble walls. I watched them.. Alaric and Annalise move in sync across the polished floor. The way she looked at him, made something sharp twist inside me. That should have been me. She should have been mine.I grew up with her.. With Annalise, with Dahlia. Dahlia was always loud, always performing, desperate for attention that wasn’t hers. But Annalise? She was the quiet one. The one who stayed behind the curtains, unnoticed, except by me. I saw her. I always saw her. And I.. fool that I was.. waited.I thought time would wait with me as well.But just when I found the courage to tell her, Dahlia told me Annalise had been sent away. “To learn how to communicate. How to act normal,” she said, her voice sweet and uninterested in our conversation.Normal?. As if Annalise had ever needed fixing..And then the main point

Annalise’s POVMy breath whooshed out of me. The air around me seemed to have been charged with lightning and thunder ready to cause destruction in the land.‘He.. He said my.. He knows who I.. He knows my NAME!!?.. How?’My knees nearly buckled beneath me. He knew. He had always known.The hall erupted into whispers, shock rolling through the crowd like thunder. “She is not the Little lady of SilverClaw?..”“Does this mean.. SilverClaw deceived us?”“I knew it.. I said it.. the rumors I got from little birdie said the daughter of SilverClaws Beta.. is a spoilt brat known as the princessa”..“So why her? Why not the Dahlia girl?”My head began to spin, but not from ale or wine this time, I was not to drink. He had said my name.. which meant he knew who I was yet he played along with the farce my family and the Alpha King had orchestrated, and now.. he had claimed me.. openly, brazenly, before everyone that mattered.I turned my head, almost against my will, to Judy. Her face was pri

Annalise’s POVI always imagined stepping into a ballroom would feel like slipping into a fairytale.Spoiler alert.. it didn’t.The moment the gilded doors swung open, I realized fairytales forgot one tiny detail.. the part where every pair of eyes turn on you like knives. Hundreds of them..The chandeliers above glimmered like frozen stars, painting the marble floor with rivers of light. Silk gowns moved like waves, and the air was thick with perfume.. floral, smoky, and, beneath it all, something sharp and feral. Lycan.And me? I wasn’t a princess in a storybook. I was a prey wandering into the lions’ den. Or, more accurately, the lycans’ den.I wanted to laugh, really. My dear husband had shoved me into a gown stitched to perfection, dripping with midnight-blue silk and silver thread, the kind of thing that screamed look at her, she belongs. Except that my trembling hands clutched the gown too tightly, wrinkling the perfect illusion before it even began.‘Relax, Annalise,’ I told

Alaric’s POVThe door to my chambers opened with a low groan, and I stood there a moment too long, watching her.The little rabbit hesitated at the threshold, fingers twisting at the folds of her gown. “Go on,” I drawled, letting my voice stretch into a lazy command. She flinched a bit but obeyed, stepping into the room with small, cautious strides.I shut the door with deliberate slowness and the thud made her shoulders jolt. I let the silence stretch until it became a blade between us, then I stepped closer.Her eyes flickered toward me, wide and dark, then away. She lifted her fingers hesitantly, shaping something in the air. My jaw tightened. Those damned gestures again.“Do you wave your hands like this to all men,” I asked, stepping closer, “or only to the one you tricked into marriage?”Her throat bobbed, and she shook her head quickly. The little motions of denial, of pleading.But I enjoyed her fear and confusion.I caught her chin before she could look away. Her skin was

Annalise’s POVThe moment our skin touched, a jolt shot through me.. like fire and lightning crashing together beneath my flesh. My breath became sharp and unsteady.His hand twitched.. His jaw clenched.‘What was that?’I clutched the bottle tightly after picking it up, and pressed it to my palm like it could anchor me to reality. He, however, stepped back, face a perfect mask of control, though his shoulders seemed tense, coiled like a predator forced into stillness.“Eat quickly,” he finally spoke, voice rougher than before. “Then go bathe.”“Why?” I signed with quick motions of my hands, frowning slightly. He was close enough to see, close enough to understand if he wanted to. My heart thudded as I tried to read his face.But Alaric’s gaze hardened as he stared, like stone shutting me out.“We have nobles waiting in the throne room,” he said instead, as though I hadn’t asked anything at all. “They will expect to see the one who made the peace treaty possible.”‘Me?’His lips curv