Novels by Siyah Mcluxe

I walked in on my own birthday cake and my sister in my fiancé's bed. Same night, same house, same face as mine — because Noel and I are twins, and she's spent her whole life proving she can take anything that's ever been mine. He hit me for calling her a liar. She smiled when he did it. So I did the one thing neither of them saw coming. I got in my car. I found the nearest bar. I kissed a stranger like he could erase three years in one night. I didn't ask his name. Didn't need it — until it was on every headline in the country the next morning, and I was the scandal standing next to it. Ace Stone doesn't marry for love. He marries because his grandfather's will gave him ninety days and no room to lose his empire to a boardroom full of vultures. I don't marry for money. I marry because my mother's heart won't survive the paperwork it takes to say no. Twenty million dollars. A ring that isn't mine. One rule: don't feel anything real. We were supposed to be better liars than this. Because somewhere between the cameras and the countdown and the ex-fiancé who thinks I'm still his to reclaim, Ace Stone stopped performing. He pulled me off a dark street with his hands shaking harder than mine. He told a nurse I was family. He didn't sound like he was lying. My sister isn't finished with me. She never is. But I've spent my whole life being the "before" to someone else's "after" — too much space, not enough silence, never quite what anyone ordered. I'm done being edited down to fit. He married a scandal. He has no idea what she's about to become.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary, my world didn't just fall apart. It was set on fire and handed back to me still burning. My three-year-old daughter was poisoned. The hospital was out of her blood type — a match so rare it could only come from one other person alive. My husband. And Kyrian wasn't answering his phone. While I begged, prayed, and called everyone I had left, I found out something I thought was impossible. After years of being told I could never carry another child, I was pregnant again. I drove home to drag Kyrian to that hospital myself. Instead, I found him in our bed with my best friend, and neither of them had the decency to look ashamed. A forged DNA test. A staged photograph. Divorce papers already signed. And a confession delivered with a smile — Olivia had spent years making sure I could never have another baby, until this one slipped through anyway. By the time I signed those papers, I'd lost my daughter too. I had nothing left. So I stopped trying to hold onto anything at all. ★★★★★ Five years later, I'm unrecognizable. Slimmer. Richer. Sharper. Colder. Raising four children Kyrian doesn't know exist. Under the wing of a woman powerful enough to make grown men flinch, I built an empire out of pure spite and everything they took from me — still exactly who I am, and done apologizing for either. Voss Industry is drowning now. I hold the only lifeline. And Kyrian and Olivia are about to learn they didn't just betray a housewife that night. They woke up a wolf wrapped in elegance — and I have absolutely no intention of being merciful. Some women get mad. I got everything.

"She's a fat cow,"Alpha Aldric announced to three hundred witnesses. "I'm not taking a fat cow as my Luna. Neither will I take her into my bed" Then he handed my crown to my stepsister and handed me a mop. I scrubbed his floors for months while they laughed. I said nothing while Amelia smiled and Lennon called me a resource for anything too dirty to touch. And when my own family decided a dead girl was safer than a quiet one, I ran — straight into another kingdom's dirt, half-dead, and woke up bonded to the most powerful Lycan king who'd already buried one mate and never expected another. Kyrian Ashford doesn't know what I really am yet. Neither do I — not the curse rotting three layers deep in my own body, not the reason a prophecy the wolf kingdoms buried alongside a dead queen has been waiting for me for centuries, not what wakes up wearing my face the day I finally stop hiding. Aldric wanted me gone. He should've made sure of it.

I spent five years believing I understood what a mate bond was supposed to feel like. I was wrong about almost everything else that mattered too. The night our son was poisoned, I called Alpha Aiden several times. He didn't answer because he was in our bed with my best friend, claiming her as his true mate — not an affair he'd stumbled into, but a bond he insisted the Goddess herself had corrected him toward. By midnight, I had been struck, accused, rejected, and left with nothing but divorce papers and a pregnancy the healers once told me was impossible. By the end of that same night, I had also lost my son. I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong about that too. Someone paid rogues to make sure I didn't survive long enough to carry this pregnancy to term, and I nearly didn't. I woke up in the territory of a Supreme Alpha I'd never met, kept alive by people who owed me nothing, trying to understand why a stranger's kindness felt more disorienting than the cruelty I'd just escaped. I don't know yet what I'm going to do with what's left of me. I know I'm not interested in simply surviving this. I know that somewhere underneath the grief, I am already calculating — carefully, patiently — what it will cost the people who did this to finally understand what they threw away.

Five years ago, I lost everything. My marriage. My brother. My dignity. All because of the man I loved — Ian Vance. He betrayed me with my best friend and left me to drown in the chaos he created. But I didn’t die, and I sure as hell didn’t forget. Now I’m back — stronger, colder, and not the same naive woman he once broke. He thinks the past is buried, that I’ve disappeared for good. But I’m here to remind him that ghosts don’t rest until they’re avenged. “You once said I was a nuisance in your life, Ian. Let me show you what a nightmare truly looks like.” Every secret will surface. Every wound will reopen. And by the time I’m done, he’ll wish he never met me.Dive into a world where betrayal wears designer heels and revenge tastes like champagne.In this world of glittering wealth and hidden sins, love and revenge are just two sides of the same coin — and I’m ready to flip it.

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, sirens, and the strongest wolf bloodlines alive—and I told myself I'd finally prove I belonged somewhere. Then someone hands me a cup of coffee, and everything changes. Poison. Meant for me. Delivered with a smile. And somehow, in the chaos that follows, I didn't expect the three most dangerous Alpha heirs— untouchable, terrifying, adored by an entire kingdom-to suddenly look at me like I was the only person in the room worth watching. The crown prince who says nothing and means all of it. The golden heir who won't stop finding excuses to stand too close. The quiet one whose gold eyes track me like I'm a threat he hasn't decided how to handle yet. I didn't come to Valez High to be claimed. I came to survive it. But someone in these halls wants me dead, my own sister would throw the celebration herself, and every step closer to the truth drags me deeper into a conspiracy this academy would rather bury than solve. I'm wolfless. I'm nobody. I was never supposed to matter here. They're all about to regret underestimating exactly how wrong that was.