Novels by DeDoll

16Leena’s POV The air was thick, suffocating, and laced with the poisonous stench of wolfsbane. My chest heaved uncontrollably as I struggled to draw in even the faintest trace of oxygen. My legs felt like jelly beneath me, trembling as if they could give out at any moment. A cough ripped from my throat, harsh and raw, leaving a searing ache in its wake. The door. The damn door. It was locked. Panic clawed at me as I remembered walking in moments ago—the door had been wide open. My hands shook as I tried to grab the handle, yanking and twisting with every ounce of strength I could muster. Nothing. Alvin’s voice broke through the haze. "It’s wolfsbane!" he growled, his tone laced with both frustration and urgency. His deep voice was steady, but I could see it—the slight tremble in his hands, the tension in his jaw. Even he wasn’t immune. “I can’t shift,” I wheezed, gripping my chest as the poison coursed through my veins. “It’s blocking us,” Alvin muttered through gritted teeth.

15Leena's Pov I stood there like a statue, frozen in place. My eyes locked with his, and it felt as though the room itself had stopped breathing. My chest tightened, my pulse racing. It wasn’t just his piercing gaze that unsettled me—it was the smirk playing at the corner of his lips, like he was amused by my helplessness. He sipped his wine with a deliberate calmness that only made my unease grow. His half-open shirt revealed a toned chest adorned with intricate tattoos, each one seeming to tell a story of battle and bloodshed. His muscles flexed subtly as he leaned back, every movement calculated and unnervingly perfect. I swallowed hard, hating the way my throat tightened. My heart betrayed me, pounding louder with every second. Why am I noticing this? I reminded myself, furiously. He’s my enemy. He’s the man who destroyed everything I loved. I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing my thoughts back to why I had come. My eyes fluttered shut for a brief second, and when I reopen

14Leena’s POV My anger was at its peak, a raging storm inside me that refused to calm, the moment Sarah stormed toward me. The nerve! If not for the lingering weakness I felt after my fight, I swear I’d have shown her exactly why I am not to be trifled with. Yes, I might not be the strongest Luna, but I am the daughter of an Alpha—a title that holds weight, power, and dignity, whether she likes it or not. Her audacity to call me names, to belittle me in front of others, was an insult I could barely stomach. I could feel my fists clench tightly at my sides as she spewed venom, accusing me of stealing Alvin, the man she claimed to be her fated mate. For a brief moment, her words echoed in my mind, whispering doubts. What if Alvin truly did kill my father? What if she’s telling the truth? But then the reality of my situation slammed into me—this wasn’t a matter of choice. I was being forced into this marriage for the sake of unity, a decision made by the council and not my heart.

13Leena’s POV The aftermath of the fight with Alpha Alvin felt surreal, as if I had woken up in someone else’s nightmare. My cheeks still stung from the tears I had shed, and the bitter reality of my impending marriage weighed heavily on me. The elders had decided, and the verdict was final—I was to marry the man who killed my father. It didn’t matter what I wanted. It didn’t matter how much I hated him. It was for the "good of the pack," or so they said. Miriam appeared by my side, her expression a mix of concern and guilt. She knelt beside me, gently helping me off the cold, hard ground where I had collapsed after the fight. “Come on, Leena,” she said softly, her voice almost soothing. “Let me help you to the courtroom.” My legs felt like jelly, but I leaned on Miriam for support. Her touch was firm yet comforting. As we walked, a nagging thought scratched at the back of my mind. Something wasn’t right. Something about the fight… about Miriam… but I couldn’t piece it together. T

12Leena’s POV The battlefield was silent except for the soft rustle of the wind. I stood in the center, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. My body ached from the earlier fight, a dull pain radiating from my ribs, but I couldn’t afford to falter. Across from me stood Alpha Alvin, his sharp features carved with confidence, his posture relaxed as though this was nothing but a game to him. He circled me like a predator, his smirk sending chills down my spine. “Why don’t you just give up, Leena?” he taunted, his voice smooth yet laced with arrogance. “You know I’ll win. Don’t make me hurt you more than I already have to.” I glared at him, my breathing labored but my resolve unbroken. “Don’t be so cocky, Alvin,” I spat, wiping the sweat from my brow. “I might be smaller than you, but that doesn’t mean I’m weaker. And I’ll never submit to this marriage!” His smirk deepened, and in an instant, he lunged forward. I barely had time to dodge, his fist grazing past

11Leena's POV The elder’s voice rang through the air like a death sentence. “Congratulations to Alpha Alvin. He has won, and therefore, Ms. Leena is his to take.” His to take? My breath hitched. My fists clenched at my sides as the words sank in, but not without resistance. This couldn’t be real. Not Alvin. Not the man who supposedly murdered my father. “This is bullshit! I was supposed to be the rightful alpha supreme and the heir of this pack!” Kevin roared, his voice laced with rage and betrayal. “Sorry, brother. Thank you for giving me back my bride,” Alvin said with a calm yet smug grin. His voice carried a dangerous edge that sent shivers down my spine. “You barely laid a hand on your cousin, which proves you’re not strong enough to be the alpha supreme,” the elders added, dismissing Kevin’s outburst with a finality that left no room for argument. Kevin stormed off, his steps echoing with frustration, and I noticed Ciara trailing behind him like an obedient lapdog. The si

Chapter 4Elijah’s pov**Three days ago**It seemed like my father had forgotten what happened. He didn’t appear to really be aware of the seriousness of things ... . But I was damn serious about this, and I'm not backing down from marrying Liam.I had waited for him for so many years, and I had carried feelings for him in those years that never faded, and I am not letting go now. I had to make him mine, no matter the cost.It all started three days ago when we were all gathered for voting to begin and for everyone to make a decision on who is going to be the new mafia boss and a leader for the Blue Moon Mafia gang. The air in the room was filled with tension and great anticipation as I sat there staring at them with my cold eyes as I scanned the whole room.My father was there as well, seated at the high table like always, and radiating authority. The other elders and council members murmured among themselves, waiting for the proceedings to begin.“Let us vote for the new leader of t

Chapter 3Liam’s POVThe moment Elijah got into the room and asked that question, I didn't know what to do... . I didn’t have a choice. And for some reason my whole body seemed drawn to him, but my mind screamed at me to resist him.I had to do what I did, of course, for my sister to save her from marrying that man. Elijah is ruthless, fearless, and merciless—he wouldn’t spare anyone. I couldn’t allow Ella to marry someone who didn’t care for her.If she had gotten married to him, it would be the end of her, because he has a lot of mistresses and would mistreat her as a girl… and I could never forgive myself. So I made my decision…I would do everything I could to protect her, even if it means risking my own life.The moment he said we were actually getting married without even trying to deny it or cancel the marriage because that was what I was expecting, I had no room to refuse.My sister tried everything possible to convince the both of us, especially me, not to go with him…her voic

Chapter 2Elijah’s povMy name is Elijah Ronaldo, and I’m the only child of my family ... . Yes, I'm ruthless, fearless, and possessive when it comes to what I want and merciless to anyone who desires to mess with me or betray me.I kill people like livestock animals, and I don't spare… The news about me spreads across the city like wildfire. The stupid cops are looking for me, but their dead bodies will be found instead! I don’t care about anybody's status whatsoever, but I cared about one person—Liam Sabasto.He is the only one I crave, not his sister. But that stupid contract made me look like I wanted her; Liam is the only one I truly desire. I want him with me, and if I want something, I get it…. I never step back on whatever I want!It has been ten years—ten whole years since I fell for him, and since then, I've been looking for a day he would trail my path. I had been waiting, planning, watching, and calculating, and today, it felt like fate had finally placed him right in fron

Chapter 110 years laterLiam’s POV“Father, please, I don't want to get married to him…please, you knew fully well that if I got married to Elijah, I would be as good as dead. You’re aware how ruthless he is; is there no other way you can annul the wedding or remove the deal?” Ella said to my father in his bedroom, kneeling down; tears rolled down her eyes, and only that view made my heart ache.“You're my daughter, Ella, and if at all there is any possibility…of course I wouldn't want to marry him. But we don't have a say here." Father responded by looking away from the window.“No! Father, please ... I'm begging you. I don't want to marry him. I can't marry someone I don't love, and the both of us know that he doesn't even love me! If I marry him, he will kill me, Father…pl…please, I don't want to go there.”I could hear Ella’s voice quivering; it was filled with desperation and tears…I knew and understood exactly how she was feeling. No one should be treated like a slave to an arr

PROLOGUETHE Blood Oath10 Years Ago…Liam’s POV“I'm telling you now, Sabasto, you either pay me your debts, or I will kill you and your family and make them watch you bleed to death!Don’t you ever try to test me, you know? You owe me, and this is the last chance I’ll ever give.”Mr. Mark yelled at my father; his voice was very ruthless and hollowed the air. His hand gripped the gun he was holding so tightly that his knuckles whitened, and he pressed the gun straight at my father’s forehead.His entire face was filled with fury, and I could see his veins pulsing out of his temples as his nose flared up. Everything that he claimed to do to my father is the truth; he wasn’t bluffing…. Everyone knows him in Barcelona; he is the most feared in the city.Don Mark Ronaldo is a ruthless, merciless, and heartless Mafia lord whose name could be heard through whispers.No one dares to say it loudly, or that is the end of that individual. Everyone in Barcelona knew who Mark was. And now, here h