Novels by Jax

Lyra’s POV My head lolled forward. The room spined and my vision was becoming blurry. I shook my head to try and regain my focus, but it was no use. The door creaked open and one of Lucien’s lapdogs entered the room and changed the bag filled with my blood with an empty one. They have been doing this for the past few hours. Not sure how long I’ve been here, but it has felt like I’ve been stuck in this stupid room for days. As the man was changing the bag, I decided that I had to get out of here. With the last ounce of strength that I had left I managed to tilt the chair, and I fell to the floor knocking the bag of blood out of the man’s hand. It fell and burst open splattering me with blood. My wedding dress wasn’t white anymore; it was now covered in my own blood. “You fucking bitch!” The man spat out. My one hand was freed from the fall. This will show Lucien not to use old furniture. The man grabbed me by the hair and leaned in, his warm breath ghosted over my face. “You will

Ronan’s POV The bond went silent. Unease made my stiffen where I stood. The pack bustled around me, making sure everything was ready for the ceremony. Elders murmuring blessings, warriors standing guard. Something wasn’t right. The bond wasn’t supposed to go silent, not ever, except when one’s mate passed. But Lyra was in her room, getting ready. Wasn’t she? I reached out, but nothing. My heart slammed in my chest. Turning sharply, scanning the path leading from the packhouse. She should have been here by now. Lyra should have come down the aisle with Kade. I was able to feel her nerves, her warmth, her steady presence brushing against my mind like a constant flame. Now there was only cold, emptiness. Falling into step, I rushed to Lyra’s room. Reaching the room the door was open and Kade was holding her veil. “Where is she?” I snapped. Kade shook his head. “I don’t know. She was here a few minutes ago and she said she’d be out in a few minutes. But those minutes passed and I c

Lyra’s POV Months had passed, and today was my wedding day. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the room, making the room warm and inviting. The scent of wildflowers and pine lingered in the air, Ronan’s choice of my wedding bouquet. He said roses were too fragile for a bond meant to endure eternity. I stood before the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. My gown flowed like liquid moonlight, fitted at the bodice before cascading down in layers of silk and lace. Also, Ronan’s choice. It was threaded with fine silver thread of ancient symbols, old pack runes, older magic. It was hand stitched. Strangely, I didn’t want to wear it, it looked like something that had to be frames and displayed in the packhouse. My hair was half pinned, soft waves spilling over my shoulders, and a delicate circlet of stones resting against my crown. Red and noticeable. This was to show I was a Lune in truth and not just in title. Taking a slow breath, trying to steady my tr

Ronan’s POV Tapping the armrest of my chair, my mind racing with questions. My brother’s death seemed too easy, the feeling of uncertainly hung heavy. Lucien wasn’t that predictable; he planned everything three steps ahead, how was it possible that he could slip up like that? That smirk on his face when I stabbed him, that wasn’t someone who know he was about to die. It had been too easy. The truth gnawed at me more viciously the guilt ever could. I waited. Waited for him to move, for him to start laughing asking me if I really thought it would be that easy. But nothing happened. He just laid there, motionless. And Bane, he disappeared when shit hit the fan, ran away like a scared puppy with his tale between his legs. My men have been searching for him, but they haven’t found the slightest trace of him. What if I wasn’t supposed to win? What if he made me think that I did? The thought sent a sharp chill down my spine. “Ronan?” Kade’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Thinkin

Lyra’s POV Standing before the mirror as I adjusted the flowers in my hair. The dress laid out on the bed was a wine-red colour, cut simply but edged with fine embroidery that shimmered when the light touched it. My ceremonial dress. Ronan had personally chosen the dress, he said it matched my wolf eyes. There was a soft knock on the door. “Come in.” I said as I struggled to position one of the flowers. The door creaked open and Ronan’s refection appeared in the mirror. “Hey.” I said with a soft smile. “Wow. The flowers suite you perfectly.” He glanced over at the dress. “Mind if I help you?” Stepping closer, I lowered my hands and watched as he adjusted the flower I’ve been struggling with. “There. Perfect.” I looked at my lap, fiddling with the seem of the towel. Looking up to meet Ronan’s gaze through the mirror. “Everything doesn’t have to be prefect. You just need to show up.” He said gently. I managed a small smile. “I don’t think perfection is possible after everything.”

Lyra’s POV “Hold in there. Our mate will find the moonstone. He will help us.” Aurora said in a gentle tone. “I don’t…” The cracking of another bone filled my ears. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” I whimpered. “Aurora…” I let out a scream as more bones broke. “The Moon Goddess won’t let anything happen to you. She wants you to live. She wants you to fulfil your purpose. So, please don’t give up.” Aurora said with worry. Every breath felt shallow, like my lungs refused to fully expand, and the stone beneath me was cold even through the heat of the Bloodmoon. I heard him before I saw him. The sound of bodies colliding. Growls. Shouts. His voice raw and furious, cut through the chaos like an anchor. Ronan. Lifting my head, my vision swimming as I caught a glimpse of him tackling Lucien to the ground. The fight raged around the platform as Ronan’s pack fought off Lucien’s. Everything was a blur, the pain of my bones breaking made me gasp for air. I noticed Kade moving like

Whitney’s POVBack home, I sat in the windowsill in our room, gazing out. The city lights shimmered like scattered embers in the distance. A reminder hit me like a brick; we almost didn’t get to see this place again. Yesterday could have been the last day I held Casio in my arms. The last time kissing him. Last time staring into his dark brown eyes. But thank goodness we were both still here. We were both still alive.I leaned back, exhaustion settling deep into my bones. My wrists were still raw from the ropes; a faint bruise had formed.William’s expression kept flashing in my mind. The way he looked at me was as if I were something precious, something he couldn’t stand to see get hurt. He had been calm the entire time we were tied up. But he made no move to hurt us or even speak horribly, unlike Marcus. Marcus didn’t care what he said or did. He acted like he was the one in charge, but meanwhile, it was William. But he didn’t seem like someone who would hurt a fly.I shook the thou

Whitney’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest. Here I was again in the hands of a Mafia family that wants me. Why did these men want me? I understand it was a way to get to Casio, but usually one dies in the hands of those who want revenge, but here I was still alive. The calmness and silence of the cabin were worrisome. The slightest loud sound, Marcus and William will come storming in, and who knows what they will do.“These ropes are tied good,” I said softly, wincing as the rope scraped my wrists raw.Casio let out a low chuckle, “Yeah, I considered recruiting whoever did it.” But his amusement quickly died. “They will learn not to underestimate me.” I felt him fidgeting with his hands as he tried to escape the ropes.“Do you think this is the last time we will be together? If so, I would at least like to have one more night with you.” I said teasingly.He chuckled once again, “You’re strangely very calm. I’m impressed.”“Well, I learned from the best. But we can’t let these two dick

Casio’s POVAs I stepped out of the cabin, my gun ready in my hands, I scanned the area before making my way down the steps onto the gravel. The damp, cold air greeted my face; the storm was creeping closer. Each step was measured, silent. My boots pressed into the soft ground with barely a sound.Another faint noise caught my attention; I raised my gun and pointed it in that direction. Stepping closer in the direction of the sound, I lowered my gun when I saw a small bunny. As it saw me, it scattered away. I shook my head. “It was probably just the wind that blew off an old branch,” I muttered to myself.Just as I turned to return to the cabin, a sharp pain shot through my head then everything turned black.***The first thing that I felt was a pounding in my skull. A slow, deep throb that pulsed behind my eyes, I slowly woke from the darkness that had consumed me. My vision was blurred, the world a haze of grey and shadow. Trying to move, but the rope bit into my wrists and ankles.

Whitney’s POVIt has been a week since we arrived at the cabin tucked deep within the mountains. Away from the city lights, far from the chaos that I now call my life. We still have no information on the Rivera Brothers; they are still missing, and there have been no leads. That thought gnawed on me. What if they find us? Me? What were they planning? Fuck, it was a thought that crosses my mind daily.The quietness of the woods made my thoughts run wild like a wolf running through the trees at full speed. Except that a wolf dodges the branches, unlike me, every branch hits me with force, slamming me to the ground. The rustle of the trees brought me back to reality. The wind was picking up as nighttime started to settle in. Mist started to hug the trees and cover the road.Footsteps caught my attention, and Casio stepped towards me with a cup of coffee in his hand and a blanket in the other. I took the cup from him with a soft smile, “Thank you.” He then wrapped the blanket around me, m

Whitney’s POVEntering Casio’s office, the air was thick with tension. What was going on? Andy and a few of Casio’s men were in the room, all of them looking grim. We walked over to his desk, and Casio sat in his chair, and I found a seat not far from him. My heart raced from the anticipation that grew in the room.“Well, is anyone going to tell me what is going on?” Casio said coldly.Andy looked around the room, then stepped forward, taking a breath, “We have a slight problem.”Casio’s eyes snapped to him sharply, “And that is?”Andy hesitated, glancing over at me, then back to Casio before speaking, “The Rivera Brothers. William, Marcus, and their men, they’re gone.”My blood ran cold at those words.“They couldn’t just disappear,” Casio said, low and dangerous. “It’s not possible.” “There is no sign of them. Their home has been cleared out and-“ Andy hesitated again, “Zack tried to trace their phones, anything, but he came out empty-handed.”Casio stood up abruptly, his hands re

Whitney’s POVMy body went limp, and Ansaldo’s grip eased, smirking. “Bring her.” I fell to the ground. “And show me you can do a proper job this time.” He said coldly.I felt a shard of broken glass close to my hand and took it with the little strength I had left. Then I felt arms slipping underneath me and lifting me into the air. I waited for the perfect opportunity, and with the little bit of strength I had, I slammed the shard of glass into the man’s neck. Blood started to pour out of his neck. The man gulped as he struggled to breathe. With that, his arms weakened, and I fell to the ground.“You fucking bitch!” Ansaldo yelled out.I stumbled forward toward a gun. My chest heaved as panic surged through my body. The man staggered, covering his throat, trying to stop the bleeding; his eyes were wide in disbelief. I reached the gun and quickly turned around to face Ansaldo, gun raised.“Like I said, I’m not as weak anymore.” I rasped, my voice shaking but laced with fury.Ansaldo l