Novels by Jessie kell

Aria's POV:‘What was I thinking?’ The question echoed in my head so loudly it felt like it might split my skull open. What kind of madness had possessed me to reject the offer of a man who could have killed me without blinking? A man who could have forced me to do his bidding with a single command, or a single flex of Alpha command, and no one would have questioned it. Yet I, a slave girl who had been dragged here in chains, looked him in the eyes and said no.My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as reality crashed down on me in waves. What kind of audacity did I think I had? What kind of courage, or stupidity had made me defy Alpha Luthor Darkmoon in his own home?Still… none of it made sense.One moment, he wanted breeders whose sole purpose was to bear his children and be discarded. The next moment, he wanted a wife for an entire year.‘Something must've changed.’ I said to myself, mind drifting back to the man who had interrupted him earlier. What did he say to Luthor ou

Luthor's POV:‘Why did the Moon Goddess do this to me?’ I thought, staring deeply at the strange slave standing wide-eyed before me.‘Why would she dare pair me with another she-wolf when I had sworn that after losing Helen, the only woman I had ever loved, that I would never allow another mate into my life?’ My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms as anger coursed through my veins because the Moon Goddess did as she pleased, always had, always would, and no mortal law or instinct could ever prevent her from meddling.In anger, I released my Alpha's command causing the girls to stagger back and fall to the ground while I made my way to the pretty one who happened to be my second-chance mate. But even as I crouched before her and grasped her jaw tightly, tilting her face to meet mine, I felt the primal insistence that gnawed at the edges of my control with my wolf sensing her in ways my mind could not yet understand.I was just about to reject her, just about to force

Aria's POV:I lived my entire life under a father who made every day a battle. He drank, he gambled, and somehow, I bore the weight of it all. I scrubbed his debts clean, nursed him through hangovers, cleaned up the messes he left behind.‘And now… now I was here, on my knees in a slave camp, being told I would become the breeder of an Alpha the entire realm whispered about with fear and disgust.’The thought made bile rise in my throat and I fell forward, sobbing, and shaking violently as I pressed my forehead to the ground. “I… I don’t want this! I… I don’t want to end up being a breeder!” I cried, my voice trembling. “Please… please, don’t let this happen to me!”I reached out instinctively, my hands moving toward the neatly dressed man who had orchestrated this nightmare, trying to plead with him, to touch him and make him see my desperation.The sharp crack of his boot against my chest cut me off and bain exploded through my ribs, but it wasn’t enough to silence my screams.So he

Aria's POV:“That's a lie!” I yelled, staggering back, as panic clawed at me, but there was nowhere to run because the two men circling above me dropped into a crouch, blocking escape routes.My claws itched, and a surge of werewolf strength ready to tear through them, but I knew brute force alone wouldn’t save me.“You don’t have to lie with my father’s name.” I spat, my voice sharp despite the fear clinging to my throat. My father was a gambler, a drunkard, and a man who had squandered nearly everything he worked for after Mother died. He had always been reckless and careless, but even in my worst nightmares, I refuse to believe that he would use me, his own daughter, as collateral. “You could have just said you were kidnapping me instead of pretending there’s some noble reason behind this.” My hands trembled as I struggled against the man’s grip, my claws itching to tear through them, yet I remained trapped, at the mercy of a stranger.“Oh, Aria, you really should have checked th

Aria's POV:“Does it hurt much?” I asked softly, kneeling beside a boy no older than twelve, who clutched his side as I approached, his eyes wide and wary.Letting my hands hover over the wound without touching it yet, I watched as he swallowed hard, and with a trembling voice he asked. “Will I get better?”I smiled, the gesture meant to reassure him even though my own stomach twisted at the sight of the ragged cut on his arm. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t.” I said gently. “Are… are you really a physician?” He asked, and I couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped me.“Not exactly, but I know enough to help you.” I admitted as I cleaned the wound, and wrapped it carefully, all while keeping my tone light. “There” I said finally, pressing a soft bandage over the gash. “Good as new.”He blinked at me, then smiled faintly, and I let myself relax for a moment because this part of my work where I saw the relief in someone’s eyes, was what I lived for.Before I could stand, another patien