Novels by Winner Charles

Hermosa Pov RapeThe man dragged me toward a quiet alley and forced me into a house. He was so strong that I couldn't get away. The metallic scent coming from him told me exactly who he was. All Alphas wore special rings on their middle fingers because they claimed it gave them power.“Let me go!” I screamed as he threw me onto a bed and ripped his shirt open. I was right: it was an Alpha.It was Alpha Rowan of the Blackburn pack. He was famous for the way he treated women. Back at the strip club, Eleanor used to provide him with many of us.“You whore,” he said, breathing hard as he quickly pulled off his belt. “Be grateful I even want to sleep with you.” His eyes turned yellow with lust.He was just like the other Alphas who wanted to take a piece of me at the club but couldn't because of Raphael. I wasn’t going to let a disgusting man like him touch me.I jumped up from the bed and ran for the door while he took off his clothes. I pushed and pulled at the handle, but it wouldn’t m

Ragal POV (Alpha King)When she had earlier pouted her lips—almost in disapproval of accompanying me here—I knew it was suspicious. If she hadn’t agreed, I’m afraid I would have used various ways to secure her approval, none of which she would have liked very much.The memory of Raphael’s stiff handshake boiled in my mind. He didn’t like that I was traveling with her. I knew he was her mate, which only made me more determined to take on this task: to open Leo’s eyes to the woman he called his own.The questions she asked while we drove to her pack, in the company of her mate, were anything but simple. She was an intriguing creature—one I needed to keep close.---I watched her every movement as we walked toward the afflicted house, trying to discern if she was a spy. When she asked to wait behind, I knew something was wrong. I feared she was terrified of Raphael, just as she had been the first time, but I noticed something had changed.I followed Raphael steadily through a narrow path

Hermosa pov The long conversations between the Alpha King and me were enjoyable. His cold eyes hid a warmth he was trying hard to keep secret. His muscles were just as I remembered—strong and toned—and his jawline was sharp. Nothing about him was simple. I knew that being here was dangerous.His energy was dark and calm, which I expected from an Alpha. But something about him stayed with me, and it made me feel uneasy.He calmly asked if I wanted to go on a trip with him. He didn’t really give me a choice. If I said no, he might start to suspect me, especially after what happened in the chamber. Images of his body flashed through my mind as I tried to act normal. Even now, I knew he was daring me to go with him.This wasn’t a request—it was an order. I could feel it in his gaze. Still, I was curious about the darkness in his eyes; it reminded me of Rapheal. I bit my lip, wondering if I was making the right choice or if I was walking into a trap.He stared at me so intensely that I wo

RAGAL POV (Alpha Lycan King)“Yes, I know everything.” I rose from my seat, looming over the gathered council. “But I choose to keep silent.”“Alpha King!” One of the elders rushed forward instantly, prostrating himself before me. “I had no part in those crimes,” he whimpered, terrified that he might be the next soul dragged to the dungeon.Murmurs rippled through the air as the accused exchanged frantic glances. Heads bowed in collective shame. A dark satisfaction curled within me at the sight of their crumbling composure.I scoffed. They were master pretenders—every last one of them. “Then tell me, was it I who violated my own laws?” My voice, deceptively calm yet vibrating with authority, silenced the room.“Get up and get out of my sight. I have matters to attend to.”I strode out of the hall. Morgan stood by the heavy doors, one hand tucked behind his back as he executed a crisp bow.“The file on the girls, Alpha King.” He handed me a brown folder containing the background intell

RAGAL POV (Alpha Lycan King)I donned the fresh suit and pants brought by my Beta. He stood outside the chambers, patiently waiting for me. What Morgan did today was the core definition of obedience—the exact kind of loyalty I seek. Those elders will soon learn why power should be honored.All of them knew the chambers were out of bounds for anyone; not even the pack’s personal maid entered here. They had tested my patience long enough—it was time I gave them a taste of my own madness. I yanked the door open, almost tearing it from its hinges in a fit of rage, the thought of the elders’ disobedience spilling through my every movement.“Where are they?” My voice came out deep and commanding. I met Morgan’s fearful gaze.“The main hall, sir.”“Good,” I said coldly, dismissing the lingering heat of my transformation to focus on those elders. These days, the plagues provided enough reason for them to wag their tongues against me. I would teach them how to kneel and beg for mercy. I smirke

Hermosa’s POVThe maid escorted us back to our respective rooms. As we walked, I kept a sharp eye on Lucy. Her face held a sense of calm—a serenity I hadn’t seen in her before, and it made me feel restless. Just before the maid could leave us, I reached out, grabbed Lucy by the arm, and dragged her into my room. I pressed my fingers to my lips, signaling for absolute silence.She closed her mouth instantly, her ears practically glued to my face, waiting for my next words.“Why did you have to talk?” I demanded in a harsh whisper.She breathed in deeply, her shoulders sagging. “He was going to find out eventually, Hermosa. I didn't know what else to do in that moment.”“You could have just kept your lips tight,” I heaved, feeling the weight of my mission becoming more difficult than I had ever imagined.“I’m sorry,” she apologized softly, her head lowering in shame.I reached out and raised her chin so she had to look at me. “It’s fine. It’s done now. Just follow my rules from here on