Novels by Prexcy

Aria’s POVThe evening was silent, a low breeze caressed the borders of the chamber, shaking the thin shutters and bringing scents of the city I had once known. Helena snuggled inside as I sat on the edge of the bed, her warmth stabilizing me. Kallos was still across the room, watching, silent yet present, patient in that way only an Alpha could be. Though small but certain, the thread between us hummed softly, determined, living, and I could feel its tug even now. I said in a whisper, my voice low, cautious, "About Eden. About… all that happened before this." Helena twitched, and I felt a faint throb of her acceptance under my palm. Kallos only nodded once, eyes black and intent, and neither moved nor spoke. There was just a presence, not judging. It was odd, this peaceful understanding, this careful waiting. Letting the stress melt only enough for me to speak, I took a breath and let it settle into my chest. I started, uncertain at first, "I was born into it, wealth, the position

Kallos’s POVThe city was enveloped in a silver glow from the full moon that evening, which was silent. Letting the evening's breeze pass through me, I stood in the veranda yet, I was entirely focused on her. Aria. Rogue, prisoner, yet far more than only that. Watching her move with measured strength now, I realized how far she had come after her recovery from the poison, from near death. However, what kept me in the quiet shadows was not just her recovery, it was also the subtle but continuous pull between us, a tug I could neither reject nor ignore. I moved slowly, trying not to surprise her. At the sound of my footsteps, her eyes flashed open, gaze alert but cautious. She scrutinized me as usual, silent, deliberate, but this time there was something gentler, less protective, although she would never own it. "I need to tell you something," I murmured softly, carrying the weight of words that had haunted me for weeks. "Something about why you’re here, why I was drawn to this plac

Aria’s POVPale gold streaks of first morning light poured through the tiny window, illuminating the room. Rising gently, I noticed every muscle, every lingering pain that had previously made the simplest action appear impossible. Helena now radiated an unfamiliar confidence and warmth. Her instincts were sharper, but I still couldn’t define what had changed. She had developed greater strength. I only felt it in the soft pressure around me, in the way she seemed to interpret moves before they happened. Before I even considered getting to the door, Kallos was there. He had arrived as usual, yet this time his presence was more weighty, more intentional. His dark eyes retained that same intensity, yet beneath it was a softness that caused my heart to pound quicker, uncertain. "You went further yesterday," he said, voice low, with purpose, bearing authority without command. "Today, we test coordination, awareness, and balance." I nodded, swallowing hard. Though I totally trusted my in

Aria’s POV Once again , I woke up to the mild herbal fragrance, a lingering sweetness combined with the bitter bite of something I didn’t understand. The light from the window had changed direction, sweeping low across the chamber. My body seemed less frail and lighter than before. Though it reminded me of the poison and the hours under the Moon's rite, the pain in my limbs had softened into something bearable and was no longer an issue. I was alive and every breath showed it. Helena nestled inside, her quiet growl resonating across me. She had a new edge to her, faint but apparent. She had always been reserved and timid but now she seemed almost... certain of herself, almost assured in manners that shocked me. Kallos was there once again, sitting a few feet away, his black eyes focused on me with that same intensity I was unable to understand. He carried a tray, modest yet exact with herbs and food meticulously arranged. I didn't immediately reach for it. I was focused on Helena

Aria’s POVSoftly creeping through the little window, the morning light brushed gentle golden streaks across my face. Though Kallos would come in a bit, I woke up before him. And even though every muscle and joint reminded me of the poisoning attempt to kill me, my body no longer felt like fragile glass. I moved carefully, checking the stiffness in my limbs and letting Helena move and press against me for direction and comfort. Rising onto my knees, I let my hands lie on the stone ground. It was chilly, stable, and grounding. Helena's movements in me were muted yet persistent as she softly insisted for me to move, assess, breathe. Though I did not grasp this pull, this awareness, I believed her intuition. For months it had kept me from dying on the streets. It seemed to have become sharper now, nearly predatory, as though she were sensing power in ways I couldn't yet comprehend. At first I was unstable and rested my hands on the edge of the bed. My legs trembled as the room swayed

Aria’s POVWaking to the light smell of herbs once more, I saw the silver light gently cascading through the window to graze my skin. My eyes opened more readily this time, since the mist in my head had cleared a little bit. Though my legs still felt the memory of being poisoned and hours spent under the rituals care, I was not as frail as I was before. Helena gently nudged me awake, her power evident now, little yet relentless, a pulse under the surface as a heartbeat mirrored my own. Naturally, Kallos was present and kneeling as he had been the first time I woke up. His eyes watched every little movement I made, cautious and purposeful, observing without demanding, and measuring without forcing. I saw it instantly, there was stress there, yes, but also something more gentle, something not simply from being in charge. Relief. Something unsaid lingered and called at me as surely as the Moon shone in the sky at night. Starting with my fingers, I carefully curled and unclenched them

“I need to tell you something.”The words stayed in the air.Heavy.Sharp.Unavoidable.Elena stood still, her chest rising and falling too fast. Her fingers tightened around her phone, like it was the only thing holding her together.Raphael didn’t speak right away.He just looked at her.Calm.Too calm.That calm scared her more than anger would have.“What is it?” he asked quietly.Elena opened her mouth.Nothing came out.Her throat felt dry. Her voice felt stuck somewhere deep inside her chest.Say it.Just say it.But how do you say something that can destroy everything?Her eyes dropped to the floor.“I…” she started.Her voice shook.She hated that.She wanted to be strong.She wanted to be clear.But she wasn’t.Not right now.Not when everything inside her was breaking.Raphael took a step closer.“Elena.”Her name sounded softer now.Gentle.Careful.Like he was trying not to scare her.“I’m here,” he said.And that made it worse.Because he was here.Present.Loyal.Good.

Chapter 23: The Morning That Came Too SoonElena didn’t remember how she got home.One moment she was standing in the cold night, watching Scarlett walk away.The next, she was inside her house, the door closing behind her with a soft click that sounded louder than it should.Everything felt distant.Unreal.Like she was moving through someone else’s life.She dropped her keys on the table. The sound echoed in the quiet room. The house was dark. Still. Too still.Raphael’s house.Her house.Their house.Elena stood there for a long time without moving.Her phone was still in her hand.She looked down at the message again.Raphael: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.Her chest tightened.Tomorrow.The word didn’t feel like time anymore. It felt like pressure. Like a wall closing in.Elena let out a slow breath, but it didn’t help. Nothing helped.She walked slowly into the living room and sat down on the couch. The same couch where she had fallen asleep nights ago. The same couch where s

The phone kept ringing.Elena stared at the screen, frozen, her fingers trembling around it. Raphael’s name glowed too bright in the dark, like it was burning straight into her chest.Ring.Ring.Ring.Scarlett had already stepped back.Not far. Just enough.Enough to remind Elena that reality still existed.The night air felt colder now. The warmth from Scarlett’s hands was gone, and the space between them felt wider than the ocean Elena had stared at that morning.“Elena” Scarlett said quietly.Elena swallowed hard but didn’t look at her. She couldn’t. If she did, she knew she would break completely.The phone stopped ringing.Silence rushed in, loud and heavy.Elena finally lifted her head. Scarlett stood a few steps away, her posture controlled, her face unreadable. But her eyes her eyes were darker now, guarded. Closed.“You should answer it,” Scarlett said.Her voice was calm. Too calm.Elena shook her head. “I can’t.”Scarlett gave a small, bitter smile. “You already are.”The

Elena’s breath caught at the softness hidden in those words.She picked up her glass of wine and took a small sip, trying to calm her nerves.But Scarlett didn’t stop staring.Elena felt her shift in her seat, then rolled her eyes.“Stop it,” she muttered.Scarlett raised a brow. “Stop what?”“You’re staring at me,” Elena whispered.Scarlett smirked again. “Am I?”Elena felt her stomach flip.Trying to distract herself, she leaned forward. “Tell me more about yourself.”Scarlett rested her elbow on the table, her voice smooth.“You already know I own the club. I manage other businesses too.”Elena nodded—but her foot brushed something warm.Scarlett stiffened.Elena pretended she didn’t notice… and slid her foot lightly along Scarlett’s ankle.Scarlett coughed once.“Elena.”“Yes?” she whispered, her voice innocent but her touch anything but.“That is sweet of you,” Scarlett said slowly, voice tightening, “but don’t do that.”Elena’s foot moved higher, brushing Scarlett’s calf, then h

The next evening arrived faster than Elena expected.All day, she kept checking her phone, rereading Scarlett’s invitation from the night before.Scarlett:Dinner tomorrow night. 9 PM.Here’s the address.Dress however you like… but don’t hold back.The message was short. No emojis. No explanation.But it was enough to make Elena’s heart explode in her chest.She had stared at the screen for more than ten minutes before it truly sank in.Scarlett wanted to see her.Alone.Privately.At night.Not at a club. Not by accident.This was a date—Scarlett had invited her.The moment her brain accepted that reality, Elena jumped off her bed, screamed into her pillow, and spun around her room like someone who just got proposed to.“Yes! Finally!” she shouted, practically dancing.She covered her mouth, laughing at herself, then whispered dramatically to her reflection:“I’m going to seduce a mafia queen tonight.”She didn’t care if it was crazy.She didn’t care that she was engaged.She didn’t

Elena hadn’t realized she was still holding Scarlett’s hand.It had happened without thought—her fingers slipping into Scarlett’s palm when she had finally managed to speak, when their eyes met and the world around them faded to nothing but the crash of waves and the unbearable tension between them. It wasn’t a romantic gesture on purpose—at least she told herself that—just instinct. A desperate need to hang on to something solid while her entire chest felt like it was collapsing inward.But Scarlett noticed.Of course she did.She always noticed everything.Her gaze drifted downward to their linked hands, then slowly rose again, landing on Elena’s face like a spotlight. Scarlett did not pull away—not instantly, not sharply—just let the moment stretch.Her thumb brushed the back of Elena’s hand. A slow, subtle stroke.Elena swore she forgot how to breathe.What am I doing?She wasn’t supposed to do this. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. She was an engaged woman—Raphael’s fiancée.