Novels by Author Dera

Kael’s POV The sanctuary was silent. Not even the crackle of firewood dared interrupt my thoughts as I sat alone, surrounded by shadows and the sharp scent of herbs and old blood. This place—once sacred, once soothing—had become a cage I willingly locked myself in. Days had passed. Weeks maybe. And yet, I couldn’t forget her. The woman of that night. I didn’t know her name. I never even got the chance to ask. She had been light in the dark, warm in a world where I was cold-blooded by necessity. Her voice, her breathless laughter, the way she touched me like she wasn’t afraid of what I was… like she saw me. I had started to feel something I had long forgotten. Something dangerously close to hope. And then… she vanished. Gone before I even returned to the tent. No note. No word. Just empty sheets and the haunting echo of her scent. I clenched my jaw, eyes narrowing at the memory that had haunted me every damn night since. I searched. Goddess, I searched. I had every scout, every

Ronan’s POV Dawn had barely broken when Mira walked into my office, hovering like a shadow by the door. I was seated at the edge of my desk, arms folded, eyes skimming through a weathered scroll that detailed rogue sightings near our borders. She didn’t speak. Not for a full ten minutes. “Mira,” I said without looking up, “you’ve been standing there like a statue. What is it?” She fidgeted, her hands wringing together. “Promise me you won’t get all mad about it.” That made me pause. I slowly lifted my gaze to her and arched a brow. “What have you done this time?” She stepped closer, guilt already etched into her face. “Jax and I were out on the northern patrol. We... we found someone.” I straightened slightly. “Found someone?” “A girl,” she nodded. “In the woods. She was half-conscious, injured, barely breathing. Looked like she hadn’t eaten in days.” My brows furrowed. “And you brought her here?” Mira flinched at the sharpness in my tone but held her ground. “We couldn’t ju

Selene’s POV It had been days. Days of walking with no direction, only the pain in my feet and the cold bite of the wind guiding me forward. The nights were the worst. The world turned black, and every sound became a threat. The howls in the distance. The rustling in the brush. The echo of my own heartbeat in my ears as I curled into myself, trying to stay warm. Trying to stay alive. I didn’t know where I was anymore. Snow had soaked my boots through. My legs were scraped from thorns, rocks, gods-know-what else. My cloak—thin and torn—clung to me like wet paper. I’d passed through forests dense with silence, cliffs jagged and high, and rivers too cold to cross without feeling like death was waiting on the other side. But I kept walking. Because I had no choice. The wildlands… they didn’t welcome you. They tested you. And I was failing. I tried finding shelter—small caves, hollowed trees, anywhere I could rest my eyes. But the creatures here were always watching. I could feel

Selene’s POV My entire body ached—every bone, every muscle, even the skin I was wrapped in. The sky outside had already faded into night, shadows painting the walls of my room. I’d been locked in here for hours. Maybe even the whole day. And I was sure by now… the entire pack knew. Yes. Selene—the disgrace. Selene—the shame of Moonbane. The girl who dared to carry the child of an enemy. I could almost see their faces twisted in judgment, feel their whispers crawling down my spine like insects. And honestly… I couldn’t even blame them. Because I was ashamed of myself too. How did I let this happen? How could I have been so blind? What kind of mistake have I made—so permanent, so life-changing—that there’s no waking up from it? I buried my face deeper into the pillow, hugging it tightly like it could muffle the noise inside my head. I had no clue what Uncle Malric and Aunt Ysara were planning. Maybe exile. Maybe worse. But whatever it was… I would face it. Because I had t

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo

Aria POVI didn’t sleep.Not really.I’ve been sitting beside Raiden all night, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. Every time my eyes tried to close, fear snapped them back open.You want to know how last night ended?After he collapsed, after I carried him back through the forest with my heart cracking in my chest, Ava had thankfully been outside the fortress gates. She didn’t ask questions at first—just rushed forward when she saw him limp in my arms.There were stares.So many stares.Pack members froze mid-step. Conversations died. Eyes followed us as Ava helped me carry him inside. I could feel the weight of their confusion, their worry.I smiled at them.A small, polite, “everything is fine” smile.Even though nothing felt fine.We found Lucian and Elowen quickly. They took over from there, laying him on the bed, checking his pulse, his breathing, his everything they could.Elowen had pressed her hand over his chest and clos

Aria POVWhat the actual fuck?Tonight was supposed to be perfect.Tonight was supposed to be the night I told him.The night I would take his hands, place them on my stomach, and whisper that there was something growing inside me. Something small. Something ours.A little creature. A heartbeat we made.And instead—Instead, I was standing in the middle of the forest watching my mate unravel in front of me.“Run.”The word echoed in my head long after he said it. It didn’t even sound like him. It sounded forced. Torn out of him.I didn’t move immediately.I just stared.My eyes scanned every inch of him—his massive frame trembling, claws digging into the earth, muscles twitching violently beneath dark fur. He was struggling. I could see it. His head jerked slightly as if he were fighting something inside his own skull.“Oh goodness…” I breathed, one hand instinctively pressing against my stomach.Protective. Automatic.“Raiden,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I know you’re still in th

Raiden POV She returned barely minutes later—and I swear the fortress itself brightened.Aria stepped into the corridor dressed for the night, hair braided loosely over one shoulder, a soft cloak wrapped around her frame. She looked… ready. Not just dressed—ready, like a child about to sneak out for her first adventure, eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement.She stopped in front of me and spun once. “Okay,” she said proudly. “I’m prepared. I think.”I raised a brow. “You think?”“Well,” she shrugged, tugging the cloak tighter, “if I freeze, I’ll just blame you.”I laughed, offering her my arm. “Fair enough.”The moment we stepped out of my chambers and into the main corridor, fate—or gossip—decided to strike.Ava was the first to spot us.She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like she had just witnessed something scandalous. “Ohhh no. Look at them. Look at them,” she said loudly, nudging Emma hard in the ribs. “See? I told you. I told you.”Emma followed her gaze, t

Aria POVAfter waiting for some time, the door opened softly, and Ava walked in first, her presence filling the room again before her voice ever could. Elowen followed just behind her, calm as always, her steps light, measured—like she already knew something the rest of us didn’t. The moment her eyes landed on me, she stopped walking.She paused.And smiled.Not a polite smile. Not a greeting smile.The knowing kind.I lifted my brow slowly. “Well?” I asked, squinting at her. “Why are you looking at me like I just confessed to stealing the moon?”Elowen’s smile widened as she stepped fully into the room. “Oh my goddess,” she breathed. “Look at you.”Ava groaned immediately. “Oh no, don’t start with that tone. We do not know anything yet. That is exactly why we called you here.”Emma nodded beside her. “Exactly. No dramatics. Yet.”Elowen waved them both off without even looking at them. “Yes, yes, relax. I heard you the first time.” Her gaze returned to me, warm, curious, almost rever

Aria POVI sat on the bed, unmoving, staring blankly at the rumpled sheets like they might suddenly explain themselves if I glared hard enough. My hands lay limp in my lap, my shoulders slack, my mind absolutely not where my body was.Me.Aria.Pregnant…?The word echoed in my head, heavy and unreal, like someone else’s problem that had accidentally wandered into my life and refused to leave.Uhm, hello? Kaida’s voice cut in, sharp and annoyingly cheerful. You and the Alpha did it raw. Several times. In different places. With enthusiasm. Congratulations, girl—we are pregnant.I clenched my jaw. No, we are not.Denial already? That was fast.“Is it because we did it in different places?” I muttered out loud, eyes still glued to the bed like it had personally betrayed me.Kaida groaned so hard in my head I swear I felt it behind my eyes. Oh goddess above. Do you really know nothing about pregnancy? It’s not geography, Aria. The bed didn’t do this to you.“I have never been pregnant,” I

Aria POV - Three Weeks Later –Three weeks had slipped by like nothing.If anyone asked, everything was… normal. Too normal, maybe.Mornings began with pack runs through the eastern tracks, boots pounding earth, wolves shifting in flashes of fur and muscle, the air sharp with pine and dew. Afternoons were meetings, patrol reports, training yards alive with clashing blades and shouted commands. Evenings meant shared meals in the hall, laughter echoing off stone walls, elders arguing about territory borders like it was a sport.Normal pack life.I did my duties. I smiled. I listened. I laughed when I was supposed to.And yet—I didn’t feel normal.That thought hovered at the edge of my mind as I leaned heavily against the side of my bed, palms pressed into the mattress for balance. My stomach twisted again, slow and mean, like it had a personal vendetta against me.Fourth time.Fourth time this morning I’d dragged myself from the bed to the toilet, splashed cold water on my