Novels by Reign Babs

Winnie’s POV​The High Tower was a beautiful prison, but it was a prison nonetheless, a golden cage designed to keep the world safe from me as much as it was designed to keep me tucked away from the world.​It was a circular room at the very peak of the palace, filled with velvet cushions, silk tapestries that depicted the ancient wars of the North, and a panoramic view of the entire territory that stretched out like a map of everything I was now forbidden to touch. The air up here was thin and cold, smelling of old stone and the faint, lingering scent of the incense the priests used to sanctify the royal chambers. But the heavy oak door was locked from the outside with ancient runes I could not break even if I had the strength of ten men, and the guards stationed outside were the Alpha’s personal elite.​I sat by the window for hours, watching the stars begin to pierce the velvet sky and feeling the strange, cold heat still humming in my veins like a restless swarm of bees. What had

Winnie’s POV​The darkness was not just an absence of light. It was a sentient, breathing thing, an ancient beast that had been slumbering in the hollows of my bones, waiting for the right moment to scream. It coiled around my ankles like a living snare and climbed up my spine, a cold, heavy silk that whispered promises of retribution into the very marrow of my soul. The ballroom, which only moments ago had been a place of glittering pretense, royal gold, and the suffocating scent of expensive perfumes, had been transformed into a tomb of absolute shadows.​I could hear the panicked breathing of the wolves around me. The sound was frantic and wet, a chorus of apex predators suddenly turned into helpless prey. I could hear the desperate, ragged scrape of claws on the polished marble as some of the elite guards shifted in fear, their instinctual terror overriding years of military training. But for the first time in my miserable life, I was not the one trembling. For the first time, I w

WINNIE’S POVI didn't sleep. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant howl of a wolf on patrol, made me bolt upright in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The image of the dead bird burned in my mind. Lila wasn't just a spoiled princess, she was a predator who had been told no for the first time in her life, and I was the target of her rage.​But as the sun began to peek over the jagged peaks of the Moon Stone Mountains, a different feeling started to stir in my chest. It wasn't fear. It was a low, simmering heat.​I was tired of being the victim. I was tired of being the girl who got left behind, the girl who got bullied, the girl who apologized for existing.​I got up, washed my face with ice-cold water, and pulled on a fresh pair of dark trousers and a fitted tunic. I braided my hair back so tight it pulled at my scalp. If I were going to be in the middle of a wolf den, I was going to look like I belonged there.​When I arrived at the Alpha's chambers, the guards seemed

Winnie’s POV​The air in the room didn’t just turn cold, it turned lethal.​The silence was a physical weight, pressing down on my shoulders until I felt like I might actually buckle. I couldn't look at Jason. I couldn't. If I looked at him, I’d see the man who had promised me a lifetime in a treehouse, only to trade me in for a palace balcony and a crown. But I could feel his gaze. It was a searing heat on the side of my face, confused and sharp, cutting through the heavy scent of cinnamon that still clung to the room.​“Winnie?” Jason’s voice was a ragged whisper, a ghost of the boy I used to know.​“It’s Winifred,” Cassian corrected him, his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates.​He didn't look at Jason. He was still looking at me, his dark eyes hooded, watching the way my breath hitched. He reached for his silk shirt, draped over the back of the chair, and slid it on. He didn't button it immediately, leaving the glowing, herb covered expanse of his chest partially visible. I

​Winnie’s POV​The Royal Hospital wing was unlike anything I had ever seen. Back at the pack hospital, if you could even call that run-down clinic a hospital, we were lucky if the floors got mopped twice a day. The air there always smelled of wet fur, old bandages, and the metallic tang of despair.​Here, everything was pristine. The floors were white tile so polished they reflected the glowing crystals in the ceiling. The walls were lined with cabinets made of dark, polished mahogany, filled with vials of every color imaginable, vibrant blues, glowing greens, and deep, blood reds. The healers moved with a quiet, practiced efficiency, their white robes snapping as they walked. They didn’t talk; they communicated in quick nods and sharp gestures. It made me feel like a clumsy pup in a china shop, my heavy boots sounding like thunderclaps on the quiet floor.​“Miss Godfrey?”​I jumped, nearly tripping over my own feet. A tall, elegant woman with graying hair and a kind face approached m

​Winnie’s POV​The world didn’t just stop; it shattered into a million jagged pieces, each one piercing my skin.​I stood there, my feet glued to the expensive marble floor, while the air in my lungs turned to lead. The scent was undeniable. It wasn’t just a hint of cinnamon anymore; it was a tidal wave of it, it was dark, spicy, and so intoxicatingly familiar that my lips actually tingled with the ghost of a kiss I had spent two weeks trying to scrub away.​My mind raced back to that neon-lit bar, to the bottom of a whiskey glass, and the man who had caught me before I hit the floor. I remembered the heat of his hands, the way he had looked at me like I was something precious rather than a broken girl with a wolf-less soul. I had kissed him to forget Jason. I had kissed him because for one second, I wanted to feel powerful.​But the man standing before me now wasn’t just some kind stranger. He wasn’t a guard or a high-ranking official’s son.​He was the Alpha.​He was Alpha Cassian,