Novels by Alex Steel

I stood at the edge of the park the next night, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The full moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over everything. Lucas's words from yesterday echoed in my head—I’m not joking, Emma. You’ll see the truth soon enough. Part of me wanted to run home and forget it all, but the pull inside me, that weird tug toward him, kept my feet planted.He appeared from the shadows, his tall frame cutting through the dim light. His gray eyes locked on mine, intense as always. "You came," he said, his voice low and rough.I crossed my arms, trying to hide how nervous I felt. "Yeah. But don't think I'm buying your crazy story yet. Werewolves? Bonds? It's ridiculous."He smirked, just a little, but it didn't reach his eyes. "We'll see." He nodded toward the trees beyond the park. "Come on. The forest is better for this."I hesitated, biting my lip. Curiosity burned in me, mixed with fear. But I followed him anyway, our footsteps crunching on the leaves

I hid in the shadows of the trees, watching Emma stroll through the park near her house. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the grass. She looked lost in thought, her brown hair catching the light. That pull hit me hard—the bond tugging at my chest like a rope yanking me forward. I should stay away. After losing my first mate in that attack, and then Julian betraying me for power, getting close to anyone felt like a death sentence. But Emma... she was different. Fated. My wolf growled inside, urging me on.My phone buzzed. Olivia. I answered, keeping my voice low. "What?""Lucas, don't do this," she said, her tone sharp. "I saw you head toward her place after school. You're playing with fire. Remember what happened last time? You can't drag her into our world."I ran a hand through my hair, frustration building. Olivia was my best friend, my packmate, always looking out. But she didn't feel this bond. "I have to, Liv. She's part of it. I can't ignore the pull or stay away

I rushed down the sidewalk toward school, my backpack slapping against my side with every step. Tears stung my eyes from the fight with Marcus, but I blinked them away. His words echoed in my head—selfish, burden, helpless. The house felt like a cage, and school was my only escape today. I just wanted a normal day, no drama, no pressure.Just before I reached the building, I stopped to catch my breath. That's when I saw him. The new transfer student, leaning against the fence. Lucas. Tall, with dark brown hair falling over his forehead and those piercing gray eyes. He looked strong, like he could handle anything, but something about him felt off, too intense, too watchful. My heart skipped. Why was he staring at me?Our eyes locked. Heat crept up my neck. I felt intrigued, pulled toward him, but self-conscious too. I wasn't used to attention. I liked blending in, staying quiet. But he held my gaze, like he saw right through me."Emma!" Rachel's voice cut in from behind. I jumped, s

I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers nervously picking at the edges of a half-eaten sandwich. The bread was dry, the meal thrown together in a hurry before school. My mind raced back to last night. Dad's breakdown, the eviction notice looming like a dark cloud. The house already felt stifling. I glanced at the clock. I was supposed to be ready for the day, get my stuff together for school, but how could I focus? How could I go about anything like everything wasn’t falling apart?I needed to leave soon, but my legs felt heavy, stuck in place by the fear twisting in my gut.The front door banged open. Marcus stormed in, his boots thudding against the floor. His eyes locked on me, blazing with anger. "Emma! What the hell? You didn't even clean up after dinner last night.” He snapped, turning on me before I even had a chance to respond. “Do you even care about anything anymore? The house is falling apart, and you’re just sitting here like it doesn’t matter!”I froze. The words felt l

"Emma, honey. We need to talk.” Dad said as the door to the kitchen swung open. He walked in, his face drawn tight with worry. He looked older than his age, lines deep around his eyes. He rubbed his hands together, like he always did when bad news brewed.My stomach dropped.I was sitting on the creaky couch in our small living room, flipping through an old photo album as dust floated in the air, and the pages stuck a bit from years of neglect. My shift at the café ended late last night, and exhaustion pulled at me. But I couldn't stop looking. These photos were my escape, a reminder that life wasn't always this hard. But with Dad’s news, I didn't know anymore.I closed the album quick, setting it aside. "What's wrong, Dad? Is it the bills again?"He sighed and sat beside me. The couch groaned under his weight. Mom followed from the kitchen, her eyes downcast. She didn't say a word, just stood there twisting a dish towel in her hands.Dad cleared his throat. "Things are worse than I

By the time I made it back to the dining hall, the morning crowd had thinned out. Perfect.I kept my hoodie low, tray balanced in one hand, head down as I slid into the last corner seat near the back wall. Sleep hadn’t come easy last night. Not after Cassian. Not after his voice, low and close in the dark, whispering, “Next time you lie to me, I’ll know.”I stabbed a piece of sausage with my fork and forced it into my mouth. It tasted dry and flavorless but it kept my hands busy.The noise of the hall rolled around me—laughter, chairs scraping, the occasional snarl as two hotheads sized each other up. All normal. All expected. Alphas thrived on tension.So I kept quiet. Ate fast. Head down.“Hey.”I froze mid-bite.The voice came from two seats down. It was too smug to ignore. Too loud to pretend I didn’t hear.Slowly, I looked up.Darren.He smirked when I met his gaze. “You’re the new guy, right? The quiet one.”I didn’t answer.He slid into the seat across from me anyway, tray cla

I caught him just in time.One second later and the patrol unit would’ve had him in chains.His hoodie rustled under my grip as I yanked him into the dark behind the maintenance shed. His breath hitched, sharp and ragged against my neck. I slammed a hand over his mouth before he could say anything.“Don’t move,” I whispered.The patrols rushed past us, boots pounding against the pavement, voices barking into radios. My heart beat hard against his back. He was warm, but shaking.I had to resist the urge to pull him closer and wrap my arms around his body. Fuck, I need to control my thoughts.Val.What the hell are you doing?I waited, barely breathing, until the noise faded. Only then did I lower my hand.He spun, eyes wide, face pale under the moonlight.“You—Cassian, what are you—?”I cut him off. “You almost got caught.”He glanced over his shoulder, chest heaving. “I—I had it under control.”I scoffed. “Sure. Running straight into a double patrol was part of the plan?”He didn’t

I couldn’t stop shaking.Back in the dorm, the door clicked shut behind me, and I slid down the frame, my knees hitting the floor hard. My heart was still hammering from Combat Strategy. I touched my nose, still sore, still bruised. Still not healing.Cassian hadn’t said a word to me all the time we managed to catch sight of each other, which was somehow worse than if he had. He knew something.I saw it in the way he looked at me after I bled. The flash in his eyes, not of concern, but calculation like he was trying to catch onto something. And I bet he was. I was like a puzzle now. Something he was trying to figure out.I pulled open the drawer where I kept my wolfsbane vial and froze.Empty.Panic slammed into me like a punch to the gut. “No, no, no—” I breathed.Where was my stash? I didn't want to go there, but I was convinced that Cassian had a hand in my things going missing.The next full moon was in two nights. And tomorrow was inspection day.Every room checked. Every st

I was out of the arena before Val even left the circle.His nose was still bleeding. His eyes was a bit unsteady as if trying to maintain consciousness. His hands were shaking.That wasn't normal. Especially for a full fledged alpha.I didn’t need to wait around to hear the rest of Renwick’s lecture. I’d seen enough. Something was off with him. If it wasn't compulsory for freshers and juniors to take this type of classes together, I would've missed it.I knew it the second I caught him sleeping too still, breathing too light, like a predator pretending to be prey. Now it was written all over his face. The way he froze when the blood wouldn’t stop, like he expected it. Like he knew it would happen.And then there was the wolfsbane.You don’t just carry that unless you’ve got something to hide.I pushed through the hallways, ignoring the stares from students still buzzing about “the alpha who doesn’t heal.” Dominion was brutal, sure—but we were alphas. We were supposed to heal in a m

I didn’t really sleep on my first night. My body was still, but my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Cassian’s presence. His voice repeating: no questions. No noise. No weakness. Like a damn command etched into the walls.He didn’t see me as a person. I was just something that landed in his space uninvited. Something he couldn’t figure out, which probably annoyed him more than anything.But I didn’t care. I couldn’t afford to.I had one job: survive Dominion long enough to graduate and vanish. No attention. No slipups. No unwanted attention. Keep my status hidden, keep my cover tight.Still, I felt him watching me last night. I could feel it, even with my back turned.And when I woke up, my bag wasn’t zipped the way I left it.A chill slid down my spine. He found the wolfsbane. Of course he did.That wasn’t part of the plan. I was getting sloppy and I realized with some level of irritation that Cassian Virex was going to be a problem.---Combat Strategy was

The silence that hung between us wasn’t peaceful. It was thick, stiff and heavy in the very corners of the room like dust no one dared to sweep.Val didn’t answer my question.Didn’t even flinch.Just climbed into bed and pulled the blanket up like I hadn’t asked a damn thing.And that pissed the hell out of me. I was the alpha dammit and when I asked a question, I expect an answer almost immediately.“Who the hell are you?” I said again, quieter this time, more to myself.I was surprised by the quiet tone I was taking with him, when everything in me wanted to grab him and shake some answers out of him.I waited but still, nothing came out of it.His back was turned, his breathing steady. Either he was fast asleep–which will be too fucking fast—or pretending.I sat there for a moment, jaw tight, fingers drumming once against my knee before I pushed up from the bed.Fine. If he didn’t want to answer, that was his problem, but I wasn’t letting this... situation continue.I need to tough