Novels by May_weather

Zaria's POVAll I could see was darkness. There was nothing around me. No light, no sound, just darkness swallowing everything. Maybe this was the punishment I deserved. I had allowed Papa's cruel plan to control me for years. He gave me money, a beautiful life and everything material a person could want, but I had mistaken those things for love. They were never love.From the moment I was a child, Papa used money to control me. He never held me when I was afraid. He never made me feel wanted. He simply gave me whatever I asked for and expected me to obey him. And because I had no one else, I obeyed.People came into my life because of what I had. They wanted my money, my status, my connections and everything that came with my name. No one wanted me. Being beautiful never made my life better. If anything, it made everything more complicated. Men admired me because of my appearance, but most of them only wanted my body. The friends I trusted were no better. I treated some of them like

When Micah saw the blood running down Ema’s wrist, his expression immediately darkened.She had actually tried to kill herself.What angered him even more was the faint smile on her face, as though she had already accepted death.Micah stepped towards her.“You really chose this?” he asked coldly.Ema did not answer.Her body was already becoming weak from the blood loss, but she still refused to look afraid.Micah grabbed her before she could fall. His eyes moved to the wound on her wrist.Instead of immediately helping her, he deliberately pressed down on the injured area.Ema gasped.She tried desperately not to show how much it hurt, but the pain was too intense. Her face tightened, and her body trembled.Micah took the knife from her hand.He held it between his fingers and slowly moved the blade near her face.“Do you enjoy hurting yourself?” he asked in a frighteningly calm voice. “Why didn't you ask me to do it for you?”Sweat appeared on Ema's forehead.“You killed my family!

Ema looked at Micah as he drove beside her. Her body felt weak, and when he glanced at her, she could only manage a faint smile.“Rest. We will be home soon,” Micah said.Ema did not answer. She followed his words and slowly closed her eyes. During the drive, Micah kept glancing at her. She looked asleep. This time, he would truly take control of her. Zella had already promised to hand Ema over to him, and in return, he would not kill Zaria.Micah’s car entered his private residence, where several guards were already waiting. Micah was known as a cruel and cold man. He did not hesitate to kill anyone he saw as a problem. He could end someone in seconds by throwing a knife straight at their weak point, leaving them with no chance to fight back.Micah stepped out of the car and lifted Ema into his arms without delay. He carried her straight into his room. Once inside, he laid her on the bed and reached for his medical tools.Ema opened her eyes and looked at him, weak and sad.“You will

Rowan stood in front of the monitors, watching every camera that showed Micah’s team pulling Zella out. His eyes did not leave the screen. Nothing mattered to him except one thing, Zella had to come out alive. As long as she was safe, everything else could wait. Even if Silas managed to escape, Rowan was sure it would not last long. He would find him again. He would make sure of it.Before all this, he had already ordered his bodyguards to stay close to his in laws. Silas would not get the chance to use them for anything. Rowan had thought through that part carefully. No loose ends. No mistakes.His heart pounded hard as he kept watching. If anything happened to Zella, he would not forgive Micah. Not even a little. In his mind, he had already made a decision. If Zella got hurt, even slightly, Ema would pay for it. He would make sure of that himself.“I will hurt Ema if Zella gets hurt,” Rowan said, his voice sharp, almost childish with anger.Samuel looked at him and let out a small s

Rowan stood in front of the screens, watching every camera that showed Micah’s team working to rescue Zella.For him, all that mattered was that Zella returned alive. Even if Silas managed to escape, Rowan knew he would track him down eventually.He had already ordered his bodyguards to protect his in-laws. He did not want Silas to use them as leverage against him.Rowan kept his eyes fixed on the screens, his heart beating harder than usual. If anything happened to his wife, he would never forgive Micah. He had already made up his mind that if Zella got hurt, even slightly, he would make Ema pay for it.“I will hurt Ema if Zella gets hurt,” Rowan said. His tone sounded almost childish, which made Samuel smile.“Zella is already safe. What are you still worried about? Even if she gets hurt a little, isn’t that normal? You’ve hurt her many times before,” Samuel said, teasing him without hiding his amusement.“Do not push me, Samuel!” Rowan shouted, clearly annoyed.“You love that woman

Rowan and his team had already prepared everything. They were ready to attack. Micah would lead the operation. He had planned every detail, and according to Xavier’s calculations, they had a ninety per cent chance of success.At exactly three in the morning, they moved towards Silas’s base—the place where they believed Zella was being held.“This time, they won’t expect us to come,” Micah said as they drove through the darkness.“Try to find out whether Silas has attached a bomb to Zaria’s body,” Darren said.“You seem very concerned about Zaria,” Samuel teased him.“I’m just curious. Didn’t she choose to switch places with Zella so that Zella wouldn’t be in danger?” Darren replied.“We have to save both of them,” Rowan said firmly. He could not bear the thought of Zella suffering any longer.“You don’t need to join this mission, brother,” Micah said.Rowan shook his head. All he wanted was to hold his wife again. “No. I’m going.”Xavier smiled. “This mission is easy. All you have to

VeraThe pyre stands in the center of a wide open field, ringed by trees. Tonight the moon shines brighter than usual, with nothing in the sky to block her light. The bodies of our fallen warriors lie wrapped in linen, placed with care upon the pyre. There are far too many of them. Each step forward makes my heart sink further.Noah and I arrive at the ceremony, and most of the pack is already gathered. I notice right away that Eli and Lucas are nowhere in sight. I turn to Noah to ask, but he already knows what I'm about to say."They'll come. They just weren't sure if we'd want them here after everything that's happened."That answer is enough for me. We move deeper into the crowd, and just like before, people part to let Noah and me through.We find an empty blanket on the grass and sit down. Noah speaks up, breaking my thoughts. "This is strange. Watching wolves from this close.""How so?" I ask, actually wanting to know. I never considered it before, but just as wolves grow up hea

VeraI push the door open and find Noah sprawled across my bed, staring at nothing and deep in sleep. His breathing is gentle, without a care in the world. Seeing him like this brings a warmth to my chest. He's dressed in fresh clothes, probably brought by the warriors who share his build: dark blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I have to admit, nobody ever made plain look this good.I don't want to disturb him, so I creep to my bathroom and notice someone's been here. He must have showered and changed right in this room, waiting for me to return.I start filling the tub with hot water and healing herbs. That should be enough to work out the soreness in my muscles. My body doesn't mend as quickly as the rest of the pack because my wolf hasn't connected with me yet. That's why I've always had to be more careful than everyone else. It's what made me a skilled fighter: while the others didn't worry about their wounds because they'd be fine by morning, I had to think smarter and move f

VeraI make my way to the pack house, knowing Sofia will be on the top floor.As I walk the hallways, I catch people staring at me the same way they did back at the clinic. I'm not sure what to think about it, but honestly, I'm too tired to care. The day has been endless and it's not even close to being over.When I finally reach the Alpha's door, I pause. What if she's sleeping?*Come in,* her voice fills my mind. Sofia."The woman of the hour," she says gently as I push the door open.Her room is the biggest in the pack house, which makes sense. It's less of a bedroom and more of a private wing, with tall French doors stretching from floor to ceiling and a huge balcony beyond them. Her bed faces the northern wall, tucked between the two sets of doors.I walk toward her. She's propped up on the bed with the twins sleeping beside her, a pile of papers scattered across her lap."Alpha," I say, saluting her.We hold each other's gaze for a long moment, then drop the formality entirely.

VeraMy legs quit on me the moment the surgeon's eyes find mine. I hit the floor hard, knees first, then palms. My heart is slamming against my ribs like it wants out. This can't be real. The only father I've ever had cannot be lying dead on that table.I drag myself closer, tears already building behind my eyes. But when I get near enough to see the face on the table, something doesn't add up.This isn't Doctor Owens.I turn my gaze up to the surgeon, hope flickering back to life inside me, as he walks around the table and crouches beside me. His eyes are kind, but there's a weight of grief sitting in them."Vera, I take it. No, this isn't Doctor Owens. This is Nathan. He was one of the warriors stationed at the border when the beast attacked."Together we look at the warrior's still body. The tears I'd been holding finally spill down my cheeks."As for Doctor Owens, his surgery went well. He's coming out of the anesthesia now in a recovery space we set up in his office."The crying

VeraI lie there with my eyes shut, letting the last dregs of adrenaline drain out of me. My breath comes in ragged pulls, and a high whine sits in my ears from pushing my body past every limit I had. When my pulse finally starts to slow, I lift my lids and force myself upright. Every muscle screams in protest.The ones who had been in the clearing have all crowded around Noah. Eli. Me. And the beast. Now that it's out in the open, some stare at it with curiosity, others with plain fear. A few are bold enough to prod it with their toes, checking that it's truly gone. The thing doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. Just lies there, a heap of what used to be a nightmare.Noah is stretched out beside me, still wearing his lycan shape. I rest my palm against his brow and wait for him to open his eyes.We did it.We actually fucking did it.Someone in the crowd lets out a howl of pure joy, and it catches like wildfire. More howls follow, then more. I can't help but grin at the sound. Around me, t

VeraThe beast comes at me full speed and I swear I've never been so grateful for my ten-mile-a-day running habit. Without it, I'd be chimera food right about now. All those wolves tearing at it, all those lycans throwing themselves at its body, and still its only focus is me. It wants me dead. Nothing else matters to it.Then I hear something new. More wolves. Running hard from the direction of the packhouse. Within seconds, around fifty of them burst into the clearing, teeth bared and ready. They must be the ones who were guarding the other borders.I need to end this fast. We can't leave the borders open for long and I can't stomach losing any more of our people.I sprint toward the incoming wolves, scanning for their lieutenant. I spot him quickly and cut my way over to him. The beast will be occupied with this fresh wave of attackers for a few seconds. That's all I need."I need you to buy me time! I have to get that spear out of its eye!"My voice comes out desperate. I can see