Novels by Ebikonboere Goin

(Isabel’s POV)I could feel the echo rattling in my bones as the gates slammed behind me. Darkness engulfed me, and a cold, sharp wind ripped at my flesh. I had nothing to protect my feet, no lantern to guide me, and neither food nor warmth... Just me, naked and broken, pushed into the icy woods outside the kingdom I once called home.I was destined to be Luna. Rather than being respected, protected, and honored, I was abandoned to wander aimlessly; my body was moving, but my soul faded with each step. Every stride was painful and filled with regret, serving as a constant reminder that I had been banished and that nothing would ever be the same. My muscles screamed with each ragged breath, and my ribs ached, but I forced myself to move forward. I had no plan, no destination, and nothing mattered anymore. I wasn't walking to stay alive but to bury the emotions. After hours of walking, I had traveled a considerable distance and the pain in my legs became so severe that it outweighed t

Damon's POV)My jaw tightened as I stood in my study, staring at the untouched bourbon on my desk, hoping it would erase the memories.Outside, the moon hung low, casting a pale light over the courtyard, where Isabel had once danced barefoot beneath the stars before I pushed her into the shadows. I hated myself for it, but I despise the idea of her belonging to someone else. The image of her tangled in Blake's arms lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. Her skin was bare, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in soft surrender as she lay against him, leaving a haunting image. None of it fit. None of it made sense. She rarely spoke to him and never gave him a smile, let alone a glance worth keeping. But what I had witnessed had stripped me of reason and awakened the beast within me."You aren't thinking clearly." Camela's voice slipped into the room as smooth as poison. She stood framed in the doorway, arms folded, and every line of her crimson dress designed to provoke. "I'm thinkin

(Isabel’s POV)The first sound was a sharp, splintering crash, like glass screaming as it shattered.My body jerked, but my eyelids wouldn't open. Desperate for a rare, weightless moment of sleep, I pulled the thin blanket over my head. Another crash ripped through the air, but this time it was closer. I groaned and opened my eyes halfway, but the light stung. I shut them again and wished the noise away. Broken glass was not part of the morning routine. As one of the omega orphans assigned to kitchen duty, mornings usually began with the clanging of a spoon on a dented pot. This was something different. The sound was harsh and violent, as though there had been a fight.A dull glow filtered through the cracks in the wall, leaving faint stripes on the floor. When I opened my eyes, my vision swam, and for a second, nothing made sense. I attempted to sit up, but something heavy pinned me down. My hand touched something warm and alive. My gaze followed the touch, and when I noticed the fig

(Isabel’s POV)The world I was born into was characterized by sharp lines, stone-carved hierarchies, and bloodlines as unyielding as iron. The most respected names were at the top, while people like me, at the bottom. The kingdom existed in two worlds: a modern world of steel and skyscrapers mixed with ancient magic, where monsters roamed the wildlands beyond the city walls and packs ruled over areas similar to noble houses. Within this duality, citizens went about their daily lives, often unaware of the dangers lurking just beyond their reach.I was an omega orphan who grew up in the quiet corners of the pack's territory, where whispers and footsteps faded before reaching the important places.My life was a quiet cycle of obedience. I didn't have a family name to protect me, no wealth to elevate me, or a say in pack politics. While others clawed their way toward power and recognition, I perfected the art of being unseen. Invisibility was my shield, silence was my weapon, and safety