Novels by Cora L.

Dominic’s Pov A week later “This is him?” I asked, disbelief cutting through my voice as I slowly circled the man bound to the chair. He was pathetic. Nothing like the man I had built in my head during the hunt. I had imagined someone hardened by secrets, shoulders squared with confidence, a tongue sharp enough to bargain for his life. Instead, the man trembled uncontrollably, his body jerking beneath the restraints like an animal already aware it was about to be slaughtered. A rough sack covered his head, damp with sweat and panic, but I did not need to see his face to know fear owned him completely. “That’s him,” Dante said without hesitation. He stepped closer and handed me his phone. “Messages confirm it. He’s been in contact with the target for weeks. Played dumb when I confronted him. Didn’t try to run. Thought cooperation would save him.” I took the phone. As I scrolled, something cold settled deep in my chest. Every message read like cowardice dressed up as innocence. Ha

“Wait!” he screamed. I paused just as he frantically dug into his pocket. With shaking fingers, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and thrust it toward me as if his life depended on it. I snatched the phone and looked down at the screen. A picture stared back at me. A middle-aged man cloaked in black, his hood drawn low over his face. I didn’t recognize him. “And who the fuck is this?” I asked coldly, lifting my eyes to him as my patience thinned to a razor’s edge. “He—he knows about the boy and his mother,” he blurted out. I loosened my grip just enough for him to suck in air. He coughed violently, glanced at the corpse beside us, then hurried on, fear thick in his voice. “During my search for them, one of my intel sources mentioned him. He went to report the attacks in the woods to the authorities. That drew the attention of the hunters, they questioned him. And he talked. He spoke about the woman and the child.” My grip tightened again. “They’re still in the woods,” he f

Unknown Pov“Did you find her?” I asked the moment I stepped into the warehouse.My heels echoed sharply against the concrete floor as I approached the two men waiting for me. The sound alone made them stiffen.“No,” one of them said after exchanging a nervous glance with the other.I stopped in front of them. “What do you mean, no?” My gaze moved between them slowly, deliberately. Their shaking irritated me more than their answer. “Speak.”My temper flared hot and fast. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around their throats and squeeze until the fear left their eyes forever. They had already outlived their usefulness. I was beginning to wonder why I had spared them at all.“We searched every hospital we could think of,” one of them said quickly. “We combed the city. Our networks turned up nothing. No records, no sightings, no trace of her whereabouts.”A laugh tore out of my throat before I could stop it. It was sharp and humorless. I laughed because the exc

Dominic’s povFinally, I was going back to Mirelle and Callan.The thought steadied me as I made my way through the forest, still in my wolf form. I did not run. I needed the time to think, to sort through the mess in my head. The steady rhythm of my steps against the earth gave me space to breathe.I wondered how Mirelle would react if she ever found out about Seraphina. About the child she claimed was mine.I doubted she would care, not truly, but I was not willing to risk it. The worst outcome would be Mirelle disappearing again, taking Callan with her, and that was something I would not survive twice. For now, it was better to keep that information buried. As long as possible.I had already made my decision about Seraphina. She would remain in the pack house. If she truly carried my child, then responsibility demanded I accept that reality. But if I discovered it was a lie, a manipulation meant to force her way into my life, then she would learn just how unforgiving I could be.Da

I finally pushed myself off the bed and closed the distance between us. “Why do you hate me so much, Dominic?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “I’m not the girl I used to be,” I continued, my voice shaking. “I’ve changed and I did that because of you. I love you, Dominic. I’m sorry for what I did. Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I’m proud of it?” Tears spilled down my cheeks as my voice cracked. “Look at me. Just look at me. Do you really think I feel fit to be a mother? Do you think I don’t regret that night? That I wouldn’t give anything to undo what I’ve done?” For a moment, something unreadable flickered in his eyes as he leaned closer, studying my face. Then he spoke. “You want to fix this?” His voice was low, merciless. “Go away. And never come back.” I swallowed hard. “You think I don’t know what you are?” he continued coldly. “You really expect me to fall for this act? You might convince everyone else that you’re sweet and innocent, but I know better. Deep down, we

Seraphina’s Pov Standing in Dominic’s room now, memories come crashing back with brutal clarity. This was where he used to bring me. Where he used to talk, open up, tell me how he felt. Where I once dared to believe that one day, we would lie on this bed together, not as childhood companions or convenient allies, but as lovers. As Alpha and Luna. We dated. For a while. And then she happened. That bitch haunted every conversation, every quiet moment. No matter what we talked about, she always found her way into his thoughts. I grew sick of it. Sick of hearing her name. Sick of watching him worry over a woman who cheated on him. She betrayed him and still he mourned her. For all I knew, she was out there living her best life, laughing, free, untouched by the damage she caused. “What does she have that I don’t?” I muttered, fingers brushing over the neatly made duvet. My chest tightened as I imagined us together, whole, powerful, and united. Alpha King and Luna. But the image sha

We stepped into the building, and I immediately understood why the exterior had felt so imposing. The interior was just as vast and elegant, if not more. High ceilings stretched above us, polished floors gleamed beneath our feet, and the air carried a quiet, refined stillness. Maids moved about with practiced efficiency, occasionally glancing in our direction before returning to their tasks. My aunt, however, chatted effortlessly, as though this place were no more remarkable than a modest home. So far, she seemed pleasant. Too pleasant. I was not convinced. She led me upstairs and finally showed me to my room. The moment I stepped inside, I realized it rivaled, if not surpassed, my room back home. It was a master bedroom, spacious and tastefully furnished, with a large bathroom tucked away at the far end. A king sized bed sat at the center, draped in silk sheets that caught the light. A wide window overlooked the back of the manor, offering a view of the grounds that seemed to stre

Kamari’s POVI sat in the car with my head bowed over a book that had once caught my interest. My finger turned each page out of habit, though none of the words truly reached me. My mind was too tangled in recent events to focus. Why was Father doing this, and for whom? Who had he been speaking to on the phone, and how was Ma taking all of it right now? I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and sent another message to Arial. It joined the long list of unread texts I had sent my sister. I did not know why she had not read them, but I clung to the hope that she would eventually. Maybe she needed space. Or maybe her phone battery was dead. I preferred the second explanation. With a quiet sigh, I slipped my phone back into my bag, closed the book, and turned my gaze toward the window. “Is something bothering you, miss?” the chauffeur asked, his eyes meeting mine through the rearview mirror. I did not want to answer, but two hours on the road with no one to talk to had worn me do

“You have gotten even faster, Casper,” his Beta said as they slowed to a stop, shifting back into their human forms.They were deep in the woods now, far from the house but still well within the territory. Laughter slipped from both of them as they dropped to the forest floor, muscles burning, lungs straining as they tried to catch their breath. They had been running without pause for nearly three hours, pushing themselves until exhaustion finally claimed them.Casper leaned back against a tree, tilting his head upward as his gaze drifted to the branches overhead.“Have you heard anything from the Pack lately?” he asked, not bothering to look at his Beta.The Beta nodded. “Nothing alarming. Things seem stable without you, for now. There have been no attacks from neighboring Packs. I honestly expected other Alphas to start circling, hoping to take advantage of your absence, but it seems no one has noticed yet.”“Your mother has noticed, though,” the Beta continued, his tone sobering. “

The truth was, while they argued, I had taken a moment to consider it. To be honest… staying under the same roof with Pa had already become suffocating. At least away from the pack, I would finally have of freedom, space where I could breathe, where he wouldn’t constantly hover over me, reminding me of my Mates and his disappointment at the Moon Goddess for what he called her cruel joke. “Do you hear yourself?” Ma’s voice rose, raw and trembling with emotion. She stood rigid, towering in frustration and hurt as I slowly rose to my feet. “You want to leave too? Why? Why do you girls want to abandon me so badly? Did I do something wrong? I’ve done nothing but love you both, care for you both, and now… now that you don’t need me, you want to leave?” Her voice cracked, and her eyes glistened, brimming with unshed tears. My chest tightened, and my heart ached. Arial’s banishment had wounded her deeply, and now this… seeing her like this, I felt a

Kamari’s POV “I have decided that Kamari should stay with my sister for a while, until things cool down before she returns home,” Pa announced at the breakfast table, his voice unnervingly calm. My spoon slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against the plate. The sound echoed in the tense silence that followed, like a bell tolling a warning I wasn’t ready to hear. “You must be joking.” Ma’s voice cut through the air, sharp and incredulous. She stared at Pa, disbelief written across every line of her face. “You want to send Kamari away? To her aunt?” “Exactly what I just said,” Pa replied, his tone flat, devoid of warmth or hesitation. His gaze locked with hers, challenging, almost daring her to protest further. It had been only two days since Arial left, and the house hadn’t been the same since. Every corner felt heavier, every room suffocating in her absence. Her departure had created a strain between Ma and Pa, turning

As if the moon goddess herself, wished to echo Pa’s decision, thunder cracked across the sky the very moment he spoke. The sound rolled through the walls and into my bones, chilling me as though some invisible hand had touched my spine. Ma stumbled toward him, her breath shaky, her fingers trembling as she seized his shirt and forced him to face her. “What do you think you are doing, Roland?” Her voice wavered, not from fear but from a fury that made her lips quiver. She pulled Arial closer, clutching her daughter’s hand with a desperation only a mother could possess. “You want my baby to leave? Are you trying to hurt me?” Pa’s expression stayed maddeningly calm. He looked down at Ma, almost pitying her, before shaking his head. “Your love for these girls has spoiled them rotten. I’m sorry, Akriti, but I will not support you on this.” Ma’s fingers curled tighter around his collar, pulling him closer until her tears shimmered inches fro