Novels by Cora L.

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

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

“Where is he?” I demanded the moment I arrived at the dungeon, my voice calm but carrying the sharp edge of anger I could barely contain. I had instructed Dante to make sure no one knew about Trent. Not my mother. Not the rest of the pack. The fewer who knew, the better. The truth about why I had taken this personally, about Mirelle’s presence on my territory, was mine alone. “I will take you to him, Alpha,” the dungeon guard said, inclining his head before pushing the heavy door aside. We stepped inside. We descended the dimly lit staircase, each step echoing against the cold concrete. Light bulbs hung from the ceiling, casting a harsh glow on the rows of cells we passed. Some were empty; others held wolves whose hands reached desperately through the metal bars, silent pleas for attention. This place was for criminals, wolves who had broken laws, or those deemed too dangerous to roam free. Some were here for life, condemned to rot until their final breath. Interrogations, punish

“Treason?” Thorne’s voice sharpened as he rose as well, his own authority pushing back against mine. “We are your council, Dominic. Our duty is to advise you and safeguard Moonridge. If you are too blinded by isolation to see that your absence is weakening the pack, then perhaps…” “Perhaps what?” I stepped toward him, my gaze unyielding. “Perhaps you would like to challenge me for the Alpha seat? Is that what this is becoming?” Silence crashed down on the room. Thorne held my stare for several tense seconds before shaking his head. “No one wants that. We are trying to help you.” “By questioning my authority?” I shot back. “By dissecting my private life as though I were an unruly pup in need of correction?” I inhaled slowly, forcing the fury down before it consumed me. “I have been your Alpha for nine years. In that time, I have kept this pack safe, prosperous, and feared. My methods may differ from my father’s, but they have never failed.” “They worked,” Vera said quietly. “But

Dominic's POV The council chamber felt suffocating. Ancient stone walls carved with the histories of alphas long dead loomed around me, their engraved eyes seeming to watch, judge, and condemn. I sat at the head of the long table, shoulders squared, spine straight, refusing to show weakness. Twelve council members lined either side, elders and advisors who had served my father, and his father before him. Every single one of them was questioning my right to lead. “Alpha,” Elder Thorne began, his voice steady but weighted with concern. “We have called this meeting out of fear for the pack’s future. In recent weeks, your attention has been… divided.” He was the oldest among them, over seven hundred years old, yet age had not dulled him. His posture was strong, his presence commanding. Silver threaded through his dark hair, faint lines etched his face, but his green eyes were sharp as ever as they searched mine for weakness. I gave him none. “My attention has been exactly where it

The contact was brief, impulsive, and charged with something neither of us had named. I pulled back instantly, shock flooding my face as I stared at him. “Did you just—” “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, color rising to his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what I was thinking. I—” “No, it’s fine,” I interrupted, stepping away before the moment could stretch any further. “Really. It’s fine.” I forced an awkward smile. “I’ll check on the breakfast.” I turned my back to him before he could say anything else. But as I stood there, staring blankly at the stove, the memory of that kiss refused to leave me. The second his lips touched mine, something sharp and electric had surged through me. A pull. A longing I hadn’t felt in a long time. Too long. It had been years since anyone had touched me like that. After Dominic sent me away, I had shut that part of myself down completely. I never allowed another man close enough to matter. There were moments I wanted to, moments when the lon