Novels by Winner Charles

Rapheal's pov I brought out the vial slowly, letting the glass catch the dim light of the room.Fed’s eyes filled with fear immediately, while Rowen continued drinking absentmindedly in front of us, completely unaware — or pretending to be.This was the opportunity I had been waiting for.Fed kept taking sharp glances from me to Rowen. When our gaze finally met, I gave him a cold, warning stare. Stay in character.Rowen gulped his whiskey greedily. Tiny sprinkles of alcohol splashed onto his shirt, darkening the fabric. He swiped the remnants from his thick mouth and belched loudly.“Sorry, boys,” he said lazily. “I love drinking at noon.”I concealed the tiny vial carefully in my palm.His gaze shifted toward me.“So,” he drawled, spreading his legs comfortably, “tell me what brings you to my humble abode.”Foolish man.I gritted my teeth, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. My plan had not unfolded the way I expected, and the disappointment tasted bitter.He dropped the whisk

Rapheal's povThe guards’ fingers twitched on their triggers, but I was faster—a blur of predatory grace. They would end up on the floor, cold and dead, before they could even blink. I pushed into the estate, leaving the carnage behind, followed by a terrified, trembling Fed."Alpha Rowen, I will burn you to the ground if it gets me back Hermosa."The thought tasted like copper and smoke in my mouth. I didn’t mind doing it over and over again. I placed my hand on my breast pocket, the silk fabric cool against my palm, as I geared up my werewolf power. I summoned my wolf; he obeyed, ever ready to strike. It had been a long time since he had gone truly rogue, and this time, I wasn’t about to pull the leash.My eyes flashed a predatory amber-red. I watched the remaining guards as they stood there, the heavy scent of their fear-sweat filling the air as they pointed their guns at me. I was ready. Ready to spill blood. I didn't care whose body was going to be dropped on this cold, marble su

Hermosa The head maid scrunched her nose as though the air itself had offended her. Her upper lip curled, eyes narrowing as she looked me up and down with open disgust. And I couldn’t even blame her. My overall was stained with dried mud and streaks of something darker from the hospital floor. My hair hadn’t been brushed properly. I smelled faintly of antiseptic and smoke. But embarrassing me in front of Ragal — in front of everyone — and calling me a prisoner? That cut deeper than the dirt ever could. Ragal’s fingers tapped slowly against the polished oak table. Once. Twice. Three times. Each tap echoed too loudly in the silent dining hall. “My king,” the head maid began, her voice dripping with false loyalty, “I think I should call the head guard to have her thrown out. Back to where she belongs. Her smell is… unpleasant. It irritates the rest of us.” A murmur of agreement rippled through the other maids. Before I could react, rough hands grabbed my arms. The chair scr

Hermosa POV He felt around the table with his hand, fingers sliding across the wood until they found the phone. My heart jumped. I watched him pick it up and I already knew what was coming. "Hey, can you help me?" He held the phone out toward me. "I can't see the numbers." I took it from him. My mind was already made up. *Don't let him call.* "You're fine," I said. My voice came out calm. Too calm. "I lied about staying in the cell." "Why?" He looked at me. "I don't believe you, Hermosa." "It's the truth." I held his gaze and kept my voice steady even though my stomach was churning. "I heard about the doctor they were keeping chained up. I went there in disguise." The lie slipped out of me like it was nothing. I hated how easy it was. He stared at me, confused but not convinced. "The doctor." His arms folded across his chest. "Who told you about him? Or are you hiding something from me?" "News travels fast in this pack," I said. "I listened. And since I wasn't allowed near you

Raphael POVWe moved through the pack lands in my car, the engine humming low like it feared disturbing the morning. I sat in the passenger seat, elbow resting on the window frame, my face leaning into the wind. Cool air rushed past me, carrying the scent of damp soil and pine. Birds cut across the sky in uneven formations, their wings flashing silver under the pale sun. The trees stretched endlessly on both sides of the road, tall and ancient, their branches weaving together like watchful fingers.It reminded me of what I was missing.The cursed forest.The only place where I had ever felt free.As a child, I would sneak out at dusk, when the sky turned bruised purple and the air grew heavy with secrets. I would run deep into the forest where no human dared to step. There, I could transform without whispers. Without judgment. My wolf would burst out of me, fierce and unrestrained, paws digging into soft earth as I hunted under the moonlight. No one watched. No one feared me. I belong

Rapheal's povTrembling with bruised hands, he reached for the first aid kit, blood dripping from his neck and staining the white box. I always kept it handy whenever I lost my temper at the club — usually at the strippers. Sometimes I hurt them and give them this. Today I did the same to my Beta. I exhale.I am an abomination, as my parents called me. I hate hurting people, but I can't stop myself. I had taken all the medication, gone to clinics, yet my wolf remains incurable. It had a rage built on centuries, and I could barely control it.I sat back on the chair, my hands on my chin. I heard about her even before the world knew — the strange Omega cursed to kill two beasts, one born of blood, the other of shadow. When her parents were arguing with my father about some stupid property, he had them imprisoned, fed only once a month in an enclosed place, and declared her an orphan. She was the first thing I had ever pitied in my life. Watching her grow, question where she was from, an