Novels by Ssally

Jaxon’s POVGetting Alina to the truck felt like trying to move a very stubborn cat that had clearly had too much to drink. “I can walk,” she insisted, even though she tripped over nothing three times in just a few minutes. “Clearly,” I replied, catching her elbow just before she almost fell into a parked bike. “You’re doing great at it.”“Don’t talk down to me,” she muttered, but she let me help guide her to where I’d parked the SUV. The loud music from the warehouse was fading behind us, but I could still feel the weight of what had happened inside pressing down on my shoulders.Sienna. That fucking game. The look on Alina’s face when she’d walked away.We were about halfway to the truck when she decided she was done cooperating. She planted her feet, yanked her arm out of my grip, and crossed her arms in a gesture that would have been more intimidating if she wasn’t swaying slightly.“I changed my mind,” she said firmly. “I’m not going with you.” “Too bad,” I replied. “You alrea

Alina’s POVThe night air was icy and sharp, cutting through the fog of alcohol and anger swirling around me. I stumbled a bit as I stepped out of the warehouse, my boots catching on the uneven ground, the drink in my hand threatening to spill. The music was muffled out here, replaced by the sound of bikes revving and distant conversations and my own breathing that seemed too loud in my ears.“Easy there, princess.”Maddox appeared from nowhere, his hands catching my shoulders to steady me. His dark eyes were concerned as they tracked over my face, taking in whatever mess I looked like right now."I'm fine," I insisted, but my voice came out wrong—too brittle and sharp."You're drunk," Maddox said gently. "And you look like you’re about to cry or lash out. What’s going on?""Nothing," I lied. "I just needed some fresh air.""Alina—" “Your friend Jaxon is in there with some girl all over him,” I blurted out, unable to hold back my feelings. “She called him ‘baby.’ She was all over h

Alina’s POVThe group noticed me before Jaxon did. I could see the moment they recognized me; their conversations slowed, and their eyes darted to Jaxon to see how he would react. The girl next to him glanced up with a casual curiosity, her hand resting possessively on his thigh.Then, Jaxon finally saw me. His amber eyes widened just a bit, and I could sense a mix of emotions flicker across his face—surprise, guilt, maybe even anger. Alongside him was a petite blonde in tight leather, who immediately assessed me with a look that screamed jealousy. “Look who decided to join us,” one of the guys named Razor said, someone I’d seen at the compound before. “Alina, right? The Commissioner's daughter?”“Just Alina,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Is it okay if I sit down?”“Actually—” the blonde started to say, but Jaxon interrupted her. “She can sit,” he said with a calm voice. “We’re just playing cards—nothing exclusive.” The blonde’s expression soured, but she

The door opened, and I heard him stop. Actually stop mid-step, his breath catching in a way that was extremely satisfying.“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly.I turned to face him, watching his eyes track over me with an appreciation that was both flattering and slightly overwhelming. “Too much?”“Not even close,” Maddox replied, and his voice had gone slightly rough. “You look… Alina, you look incredible.”Heat flooded my cheeks despite my best efforts to stay composed. “The dress is doing most of the work.”“The dress is just leather,” Maddox said, stepping closer. “You’re the one making it look like that.”We stood there for a moment, the air between us charged with something I didn’t want to name. Then Maddox cleared his throat and stepped back, breaking whatever spell had been weaving itself around us.“We should go,” he said. “Everyone’s waiting.”The truck was different from what I’d expected—a massive black SUV that screamed “don’t fuck with us” in the most subtle way possible. M

Alina’s POVThe knock on my door came mid-morning, crisp and authoritative in a way that could only be Ronan.I’d been lying in bed staring at the ceiling for the better part of an hour, replaying last night’s disaster on an endless loop. Jaxon’s mouth on mine. His accusations. The taste of whiskey and desperation. The way he’d walked away like I was…. toxic and he needed to escape.“Come in,” I called, not bothering to sit up.Ronan entered looking immaculate as always—pressed shirt, perfectly styled hair, that aura of controlled precision that made everything he did look effortless. His green eyes swept the room, taking in my rumpled appearance and the fact that I clearly hadn’t left my bed yet.“We’re having a gathering tonight,” he said without preamble. “It’s a tradition after races. All the clubs come together on a neutral ground, no territory disputes, just bikes and business and keeping the peace.”I finally sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. “A party.”“A gathering,” Ronan

He was drunk.Drunk and he’d been driving.I was outside before I could think it through, my heart hammering with a mixture of anger and fear and something else I couldn’t quite name.“Jaxon,” I called, rushing toward him. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have killed yourself riding like that.”He turned to look at me, and his eyes were unfocused in a way that confirmed my suspicion. He was absolutely wasted.“I’mm…..fine,” he said, the words slightly slurred. “I don’t need you worrying about me.”“You’re drunk,” I said, moving closer. “Let me help you inside.”I reached for his arm, intending to steady him, but the moment my hand made contact, he moved. Fast. Faster than someone that drunk should have been able to move. Before I could process what was happening, he had me backed against the nearest wall, his body caging mine in, his hands braced on either side of my head.“Jaxon—” I started, but the word died when his mouth crashed against mine.The kiss was nothing like t

Calla’s POVWatching Leo say goodbye to his family was harder than I’d expected.His wife Maria was understandably confused and scared. She had only been told they had to leave right away for safety reasons, without any explanation that might put them in danger. Their daughter, Sofía, was clinging to Leo, crying because she didn’t want to leave her friends and school. Their son, Miguel, was trying to be brave, but kept asking when his dad would come to visit.“Soon,” Leo kept promising, his voice breaking with emotion. “I’ll come see you very soon, I promise.” Jake stepped in at that point, gently taking the kids by the hand and guiding Maria toward the cars with a mix of kindness and firmness that showed me why Kane had such confidence in him. “We’ll take good care of them,” Jake assured Leo quietly. “Your family will be safe. You have my word.”Once they were gone, Leo stood alone in the parking lot, looking completely empty inside. I recognized that feeling—the emptiness that come

The other pack members filed out quickly, leaving just the five of us in a heavy silence.“We should kill him,” Luna said flatly once the door closed. “Not because he betrayed us—I actually understand why he did it—but because we can’t afford to have a compromised pack member that Gray can continue to use against us. It’s a security risk we can’t contain.”“We’re not killing him,” I said immediately, meeting Luna’s eyes. “There has to be another option.”“Like what?” Luna challenged. “Exile? That leaves him vulnerable to Gray with all the information he’s already given her, plus whatever he picks up on his way out. Prison? Can’t exactly send him to human authorities. Isolation? That’s just slower execution.”“We work with him,” Jake said quietly, and everyone turned to look at him. “We don’t kill him and we don’t exile him. We help him protect his family—actually protect them, not just promise to—and we turn him into a double agent feeding Gray false information while we gather intel

Calla’s POVThe emergency pack meeting was called at three in the morning, which usually meant something serious had happened. I walked into the clubhouse to find Kane already there, looking furious. Luna had a scary expression, and Jake, who was usually calm, seemed chillingly angry. In the middle of the room sat Leo Martinez, a member who had switched from the Blood Fang pack to our Iron Fang pack after Marcus’s exile.“Someone want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked, my mind racing despite my tiredness. I noticed Leo’s hands were shaking, and though he didn't have any visible injuries, it was clear he was scared and guilty even without supernatural senses.“Leo was caught leaving Councilwoman Gray’s office two hours ago,” Luna said, her voice sharp and controlled, as if she was fighting to keep a handle on her emotions. “Mara was watching Gray’s building as part of our Intel work and saw him coming out at around 1 AM.”My heart sank. “Leo, please tell me you didn’t do anything s

Calla's POVThis was it. The moment when I had to decide whether to play it safe or take the leap I had come here for.“From things you probably don’t want to understand,” I said quietly. “Councilwoman, this city has many hidden layers. There are systems at work that traditional politics and law enforcement can’t really deal with. The groups you’re trying to break down serve important roles that go beyond what’s obvious. If you push ahead with your renewal plan without really understanding what you’re disrupting, you could end up creating problems that make today’s crime issues look small in comparison.”Cassandra put her fork down, her complete focus now on me. “That sounds a lot like a threat, Ms. Reyes.”“It’s a warning,” I clarified. “Not just from me, but from someone who genuinely understands the complex situation you’re trying to change. You’

Calla’s POVThe restaurant Cassandra picked for our meeting was just what I expected—upscale but not overly flashy, busy enough to feel safe but quiet enough for private talks. The tables were covered with white cloths, the lighting was soft, and the prices made me wince a little, considering my new law practice was on a tight budget.I got there fifteen minutes early, a habit instilled in me by my former boss Patricia during my early career. She always said to take control of the situation before the other person arrives. Choose your seat wisely and never let them see you stressed or in a hurry.Cassandra arrived right on time, which I admired despite myself. She was wearing a new designer suit—navy this time instead of charcoal—and greeted me with a friendly, professional smile as she approached the table.“Ms. Reyes,” she said, extending her hand. “Thanks for meeting with me. I figured a more relaxed setting might help us talk better than shouting at each other in a council meeting

Calla's POVThe weight of the situation hit me hard. Cassandra wasn’t a supernatural threat that could be handled through pack strength or Tribunal intervention. She was a human one, which made her even more challenging to confront because everything she did was legal and could be defended publicly. This meant that fighting back against her would be tough and could expose secrets we wanted to keep hidden.“Thanks for the heads-up,” I said, feeling genuine gratitude.“Don’t thank me yet,” Richard replied. “If you manage to stop her, then you can thank me. For now, just keep your eyes open and document everything. She’s good at making problems go away, but she’s not perfect. Everyone slips up at some point.”Once he left, I grabbed my things with a lot more concern than I had when I arrived.When I got back to the clubhouse, Kane was pacing back and forth, which meant he either sensed my tension or someone had already filled him in on the council meeting.“She’s coming after us,” he sai