Novels by Spitfyre

Cheyanne.At first, it was just two missed calls from a contact saved as Michael. I don’t remember saving it. But when I unlocked my phone, my jaw dropped.The notification on the screen read: You broke our deal. Now your friend is in danger.Directly below the text was a video. Even without pressing play, the thumbnail was clear enough: someone sitting in a chair, blindfolded and gagged. Gia. She looked completely helpless.Before I could process the sight, the phone buzzed in my hand again. Michael.I didn’t hesitate to answer, even with Ronan watching me, his dark eyes hardened with instant suspicion.I forced out a tiny, breathless laugh and held up a finger, silently asking him for a minute. My legs carried me quickly out of the shop before I pressed the phone to my ear. Sweat slicked the skin around my temple as I waited for the voice on the line. I already knew what he was going to say—I couldn't even bring myself to play the video.“What do you want?” My voice trembled.“From

Cheyanne.I walked straight out of the restroom toward the front desk, passing Maxim, who was holding the coffee I had originally wanted. The moment I reached the receptionist, I squeezed my hands into tight fists, the words “Can you call 911?” burning to escape my throat. Only that I didn’t. It wasn’t fear, or anger, but when my knuckles suddenly grazed the square outline of the device in my pocket, the tension in my hands eased for a second. And the hatred burning a pit inside my stomach stopped. It was replaced by hope. I had Gia and I would die for that girl just as she would for me. That time will come, I promised myself. All i had to do was wait. But still, I wasn't going to let him just have his way. “Can I get a matcha latte, please?” I asked.The lady nodded. “Coming right up. You can step over there to pay,” she said, pointing toward the register where Maxim stood leaning casually.Panic hit me. I realized I didn't have a single cent on me—and I’d left the card Ronan gave

CheyanneThe silence was eating me up. I hated how Maxim just sat by the corner of the dining table, his calculating eyes screening my every move. At some point, I left the living room to heat up the leftover pasta from the one we got earlier and he followed. He just wouldn’t leave my side. “Do you want some?” I asked, while dishing some food for myself.He only shook his head. Boring. “Are you just going to stand here and watch me all day?” This time, the annoyance in my tone was obvious. “I’m sorry, Ronan gave those orders.” He said curtly. Letting out a heavy, frustrated sigh, I turned to him—this time, we were back to the living room. Out of curiosity, I asked. “Are you also married?” The question completely caught him off guard, because he finally looked at me, arching a brow as he responded. “I’m not that type of person.” Finally interested, I shifted in my seat, picking a throw pillow and placing it on my lap; while my small pasta bowl sat in my hand. “What do you mean,

Ronan. “Hmm” I grunted. “How exactly do you intend to do that?” I shifted, assessing her as I crossed my legs then rubbed my fingers over the stubble on my chin. She pointed directly at my chest pocket, “I know you’re recording with that thing. But you don’t look like some freak. So I guess you’re here for business.” She shrugged, finally stopping the disgusting moves she had been doing with that pole. “You seem to know much about surveillance.” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Who are you?” “Forget about who I am, mister. Are you down or not?” Straight to the point. I liked that. Even though I wasn’t a very trusting man, and also shouldn’t be having conversations with naked or half-naked women who aren’t my wife, there was something about this lady before me that didn't seem ordinary. She didn’t carry herself like an actual stripper. I noticed how her eyes searched the room, subtly taking notes of the exits, and perimeter. It didn’t seem like anything to me at first,

Ronan.Apples. She had only apples all through the eight hours flight. And each time I took a look to my right, she’s either sleeping, or picking at her nails; which had already turned red and raw by the time we landed in New York. As usual, a car was waiting for me—us, ready to take us to my penthouse. I walked behind Ivy, while Maxim led us to where the car was parked. As Maxim drove us to the penthouse, I had him stop by to get Cheyanne dinner. With my eyes still focused on the iPad in my hand, I asked Ivy… “What would you like to eat?” She didn't speak for a minute, and just as I was about to speak again, she replied.“Chinese—uhm pasta.” Raising my head from the screen to lock eyes with her, I arched a brow. “Chinese pasta?” “No, just pasta.” She said.“You know you can have anything you want, right?” She nodded. “I’m not just hungry.” “I didn’t know you were aviophobic.” I muttered, finally turning my iPad screen down and fixing my attention on her. “You could have tol

Cheyanne.“I’ll ask the doctor to visit again,” he muttered, swiftly getting to his feet. “But for now, you need to pack a few things… We leave in an hour.”I slid the sheets off my body, rising up to meet his height. Though he towered over me, broader and stronger in every way, I didn’t care, he needed to start giving better explanations for the choices he kept making for both of us.“Why are we leaving today? I asked. Ronan stopped abruptly, before turning to face me. Staring up into his eyes, I asked…“What happened?” “Something urgent came up with work.” He answered, giving me the impression he had nothing more to tell me. “Uhm okay. What about tickets?” “We’re flying private.” He said. I nodded. Not like I expected less, but now that I think about it, how did I manage to get transported from one country to another? I hadn’t travelled internationally enough to know all the rules, but I knew one thing for certain, they would have needed my passport to get me here.“Okay...

Kael’s POV I informed the rest of my betas about Riian. When Tatiana suddenly informed me Ayla was nowhere to be found and she caught a familiar scent. It was that of the spy recruit. Jax.I went after Riian first, desperately tracking his scent, but it cut off sharply at a dead end.If I couldn’t find Riian, there’s only one person that could lead him to me. I searched around the wolf fangs quarters until I found Caleb’s room. My chest tightened when I spotted a familiar wrist band. I picked it up, seeing it had Caleb’s scent all over it and began tracking him down. It led me deep into the forest, far from the wolf fangs camp.Then I came across a clearing, suddenly picking up Riian’s scent again. Blood smeared the ground, trailing deep into the clearing. They had used Riian’s blood like breadcrumbs to bait me. My blood ran hot, pulsing violently in my veins as I followed the trail into the forest. I pushed forward, tracking broken branches and disturbed soil.“Well, well, well…

Kael’s POVWhile we were back to the warrior’s chambers, Simon informed me the scouts who had been sent out were back and the report stated that the wolf fang’s members had been spotted forging silver weapons while the rest drank and celebrated their supposed victory. A chuckle escaped me. Did Caleb truly believe I was the same wolf from years ago?Right from the suspicion, I had spent weeks preparing for this. Every warrior, every soldier, every strategy. They had trained till exhaustion took over their bodies. They were ready, both physically and mentally. I led my men while the paired warriors guided the soldiers into their assigned positions. Before we left, I gave one final order. “Anyone who finds Caleb should keep him alive.” I needed him breathing and conscious, I wanted him to watch everything he had built crumble before his eyes, just as he had once destroyed mine. We ambushed the wolf fangs common area, immediately taking down the wolves at the entrance.The attack beg

Ayla’s POV.Kiara opened the door for Kael. Warmth pools around me as his huge frame steps into the room.His gaze swept over me before the others, analyzing us before asking “Am I interrupting something?”Kiara chuckled, lifting a brow. “Not really. Your warriors are just about to leave.” Lydia caught the cue and stood up immediately. Same way I nodded in agreement to Kiara. “We just came to check in.” I murmured.“Good. Simon is looking for you, Lydia. You should report to him.” “Yes, alpha.” She did a little bow before waving at Kiara who returned the wave with a soft smile. As Lydia slipped out past him, Kael’s gaze lingered on Kiara. His brow furrowed slightly. “Were you crying?” he asked her in a calm tone.“Of course not.” Kiara lied smoothly. “I’m fine, just dealing with the fumes of these herbs.” She shifted, deliberately redirecting his attention.“Do you need something?” She asked him.“I came to ensure you were fine, and also prepared for the lockdown” he muttered, th

Ayla’s POV.My name got cleared during the evening gathering, some apologized to me while some simply averted their eyes. None of it mattered though. We busied ourselves with preparing for the war, Tatiana had told us everything we needed to know about the territories and also mapping out areas we shouldn’t be in.Though we were all paired together, Kael was still the head warrior and Riian the second-in-command. In case something happens, we had to follow up with him. The remaining soldiers, about fifty of them, had been given several tasks, a few were sent to scout areas, some were placed at the entries and exits of the pack while some patrolled the whole pack, including the sleeping quarters, kitchen and safeguarding the little pups. The rest were prepared by Simon and Riian to accompany us to war. I sat with Tatiana, both of us clad in the appropriate protective wear as we sharpened silver knives. My mind wandered, drifting back to the conversation with Kael, since I’ve gotten t

Kael’s POV.I knew that question would come eventually. My biggest fear was that it would come from the one person I couldn’t bear to lose.“About this curse, I—”Before I could finish, Riian’s voice cut through my mindlink, severing my words. My hands instantly curled into fists.Ayla caught the sudden shift in my expression. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice sharp with instant alertness.“Two of the gate guards just dropped dead,” I said, the words heavy in my throat.Ayla’s eyes narrowed. “The Wolf Fangs.”I quickly mindlinked Riian to assemble the senior warriors. Turning back to Ayla, I forced my racing pulse to steady. “Let’s pick this up later, love.”“Sure,” she agreed, her gaze unwavering. “What’s the plan?”“Fight,” I said. I paused, forcing down the rage threatening to rip through my veins. “But first, we bury our dead.”The burial was sad but swift. Two good men, gone in an instant. The heavy silence of their loss followed us into the warriors' strategy room, where m

Ayla’s POV.My emotions spiraled with each second, confusion, rage, anxiety, fear… they all kept rushing to me. I tried to cry, but tears wouldn’t budge as I was being dragged away. I expected to be locked up in a dark, rusty cell but to my surprise, I was brought to Kael’s quarters. Maybe he’s trying to help us escape, a delusional Maya rants inside me. Escape from what exactly? I’m not the spy. Ohh, we’re not the spy. Damn.Since meeting Agnar, Maya had become impossible. Every waking moment she reminded me that our mate existed. As if the bond wasn’t difficult enough to ignore, she made sure I never forgot what we were missing. Well, there goes our mate, he literally just announced me as a spy in the presence of the whole pack. My mind leaps back to the moment alone in the chamber with him. He asked if I trusted him and foolishly I had to say yes. The door knob clicks and the door slides open, revealing Kael.“Why?” I snapped.“I’m sorry, but I need you to listen to me.” He sa