Novels by Peggygoddess

Kaidora's POV Zane stands in my path, blocking the entrance to my dorm like a predator who's cornered his prey. His stormy grey eyes bore into mine with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. “I said, we need to talk,” he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. “And I said I have nothing to say to you.” I try to step around him, but he moves with me, maintaining the distance between us. “Get out of my way, Zane.” I am not supposed to raise my voice. I am supposed to be submissive, but right now, Zane or whatever his name is, is testing my patience. I don't know if he's doing this intentionally, but I'm on the verge of losing it. “Not until you hear me out.” My hands clench into fists by my side. I hate him. I hate all werewolves. But something about Zane makes my blood boil in a way that's different from the others. Maybe it's his arrogance or the way he looks at me like I'm a puzzle he's determined to solve. Or maybe it's the way my body reacted when I touched him last night at

Zane's POV Alpha Rowan's words freeze me in place, causing ice to instantly replace the blood in my veins. Warren. My rival on the ice, my competitor for everything that should be mine by birthright. The son of my father's second mate who's always lurking in my shadow, waiting for me to fail. “Warren? You can't be serious?” I ask my father, because he can't actually be. “I’m perfectly serious.” His smile is cruel. “Your stepbrother has proven himself more capable and dedicated. He doesn't carry whatever curse has weakened your wolf. Perhaps he deserves what you've taken for granted all these years.” My chest burns with fury, but I dare not show it. I'd been the one training so hard for the Alpha position. And all Warren did was nothing, except waiting for me to fail. Yet, he's getting the Alpha position? Just because he's lucky not to carry the damn lineage curse? “Three weeks,” Alpha Rowan repeats. “Find your mate. Claim her. Or lose everything. Do I make myself clear?” I forc

Zane's POV She touched me. The wolfless omega touched me, and for the first time in five cursed years, my body responded. I stand frozen in the locker room, staring at my trembling hands. The guys, are still celebrating our win, their laughter echoing off the walls. But all I can hear is the roar of my wolf, a sound I haven't heard with such clarity since the curse began. Mate. Mate. Mate.“Impossible,” I mutter under my breath, gripping the edge of the bench until my knuckles turn white. High-ranked werewolves don't get mated to omegas, especially wolfless ones. It doesn't happen. The Moon Goddess wouldn't be that cruel to pair the future Alpha of the Blue Crest Pack with someone so weak. But my wolf, Darko, doesn't care about logic. He's clawing at my insides for the first time in years, demanding I go after her. Demanding that I find her scent again and never let go. And my body? For the first time since I turned eighteen and this nightmare started, I feel alive. The humilia

Kaidora's POV I yank my hands away from Zane's manhood like I've been burned, but the damage is already done. The laughter in the air doesn't die down, and I can feel every pair of eyes boring into me. My face is burning from pure, seething rage. “Oh, my goodness. Did you see that?” Serena snickers, her voice dripping with mockery. “The little wolfless omega is getting desperate.” “Pathetic,” her friend chimes in, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. “As if Zane would ever look twice at something like her.” My jaw clenches so hard I'm surprised my teeth don't crack. Something like her? As if I'm beneath them. As if these monsters have any right to look down on me. I want to scream at them. I want to tell them exactly what I think of their precious Zane and every other werewolf in this cursed place. I want to remind them that they are nothing but animals playing dress-up in human skin. But I can't. Because I'm supposed to be weak and submissive to them. So I do what I've

Kaidora's POV Perfumes.Herbs.Potions.The holy trinity of my survival. Without them, my disguise will crumble and the werewolves around me will know exactly what I am. I can't let them see that I'm not one of them, so even on a night like this, I have to coat myself with scented oils and bitter herbs just to mask my human scent. “Kai! Are you ready?” Amber whispers from the doorway. I quickly shove the bottles into my small cabinet and click it shut. My heart pounds as I glance once more at the locked cabinet. My secret. My only shield. “Coming.” I turn and walk towards the door. I agreed to go with Amber to the arena tonight. Not because I care about hockey, hell, I don't even know the rules. But because blending in require sacrifices. And nothing screams suspicion more than the wolfless omega who never shows up where every other student does. So here I am, walking into the predators’ den with nothing but perfume and oil as armor. The arena is already buzzing when we arrive.