Novels by Kelechi

The pack house buzzed with controlled chaos. Warriors doubled perimeter patrols while others swept the compound for signs of the intruder. Kael had left me with Luna, whose suspicious glare suggested she knew I was lying about something, even if she could not pinpoint what."Describe him again," Luna demanded, arms crossed. "The rogue who attacked you.""Tall, blonde, scarred." All true, technically. "He did not speak. Just came through the window and left when he heard Kael approaching.""Convenient." Luna's copper eyes narrowed. "Most rogues would fight, not flee. Unless they got what they came for."My stomach twisted. "I do not know what he wanted.""Do you not?" She stepped closer, her wolf pushing against mine in challenge. "Because it seems like trouble follows you everywhere, Ren. Or whatever your real name is.""Luna, back off." Mira appeared in the doorway, her young face tight with worry. "Kael said to keep her safe, not interrogate her.""Kael is too blinded by the mate bo

I did not sleep that night. How could I, knowing Dante was circling the territory like a predator stalking prey? Knowing Vera held my life in her gnarled hands? Knowing that at any moment, Marcus could demand answers I could not give?Dawn broke gray and cold. I dressed in the clothes Kael had left for me, simple pants and a tunic that smelled like pine and something distinctly him. The mate bond hummed contentedly at wearing his scent, even as my mind screamed that I should run.A knock at the door made me jump."Ren? It is me." Kael's voice carried through the wood, warm and concerned. "I brought breakfast."I opened the door to find him holding a tray laden with more food than I could eat in two days. His hair was damp from a shower, and exhaustion shadowed his eyes."Did you sleep at all?" I asked, stepping aside to let him in."Not much." He set the tray on the small table. "I kept thinking about yesterday. About my father's reaction, about Vera's examination." His eyes searched

The guest house sat at the edge of the main compound, far enough from the central hall to offer privacy but close enough that I felt watched. Kael had insisted on carrying my single bag himself, despite Luna's protests that he had Alpha duties to attend to."This is temporary," he said, pushing open the door to reveal a space bigger than anywhere I had lived in years. A real bed, a kitchen, windows that actually closed. "Until we figure out more permanent arrangements.""Permanent?" The word stuck in my throat. Nothing about this could be permanent."You are my mate, Ren." He set my bag down gently, then turned to face me. "That means forever, in case you were unclear on the concept."Forever. As if I had that luxury. As if Marcus would not uncover the truth and demand my execution within days."Your father hates me," I said, moving to the window to avoid his gaze. Outside, wolves moved through the compound, all of them radiating the casual confidence of people who belonged somewhere.

I sat in the back of Kael's truck, wedged between two pack warriors who smelled like earth and danger. The younger one, a woman with copper-red hair, kept glancing at me like I was a bomb that might detonate. Smart girl."Luna, ease up," Kael said from the driver's seat, catching her expression in the rearview mirror. "You are making our guest uncomfortable.""Your guest showed up out of nowhere with no pack history and no family," Luna shot back. "Forgive me for being cautious, cousin."Cousin. That explained the protectiveness radiating off her in waves."I did not ask to be brought here," I said quietly, staring out the window as the borderlands gave way to dense forest. "I was fine where I was.""Fine?" Kael's eyes found mine in the mirror, and the mate bond pulled tight in my chest. "Working yourself to exhaustion in a borderland inn where any rogue could have taken you?""I can handle myself.""I am sure you can." His tone suggested he did not believe me at all. "But you will no

Aria's POVThe inn smelled like pine smoke and old ale, a combination that had stopped bothering me weeks ago. I wiped down the corner table for the third time that evening, keeping my head low and my movements efficient. Invisible. That was the goal. Three months in this borderland town, and I had perfected the art of being forgettable."Another round for table six, Ren," Marcus, the innkeeper, called from behind the bar. He never questioned why a lone wolf would choose to work here instead of seeking pack protection. In the borderlands, survival meant minding your own business.I grabbed the pitcher of mead and wound through the crowded room. The evening rush had brought hunters and traders, their voices loud with stories of successful kills and narrow escapes from rogue territories. Normal wolves living normal lives. The kind of life I craved with an ache that never dulled.The door swung open, letting in a gust of cold autumn air that made the candles flicker.I felt him before I