Novels by Suni

Vera's Pov Daemon's neck was turning purple under Dante's grip. Blood poured from where the claws had pierced skin, pooling on the expensive marble floor. His legs kicked uselessly, eyes bulging as he clawed at the hand crushing his throat.Dante's fangs were fully extended, dripping venom. His eyes burned pure red, no trace of gold left. This wasn't the controlled Lycan king anymore. This was the monster underneath, the vampire-wolf hybrid that had been caged for years, finally unleashed."Dante!" Sofia's voice cut through the silence. She pushed through the frozen crowd, her own eyes flashing gold with fear. "Stop this! If you kill him, the Shadowfang Pack will demand retribution. The two packs will go to war!"Dante didn't even look at her. His claws dug deeper into Daemon's throat. More blood spurted out, warm and copper-scented.Daemon's face was going from purple to blue. His movements were getting weaker. He was dying."Brother, please!" Sofia grabbed Dante's arm, trying to pu

Vera's Pov After breakfast, I practically ran back to my room. My hands were still shaking. The way Dante had looked at me, the things he'd said—beautiful, strong, mine—they played on repeat in my head until I wanted to scream.Nobody had ever called me beautiful. Not once in my entire life.I paced the massive bedroom, my mind spinning. Why was he doing this? The clothes, the food, the protection—it was too much. I wasn't used to being pampered. Wasn't used to anyone caring whether I ate or slept or lived or died. It scared me more than his violence had.A knock at the door made me jump. "Come in."A young maid entered, carrying a garment bag. She was petite and pretty, with dark hair pulled back in a neat bun. She smiled at me like I was normal, like I belonged here."Miss Vera, the king is hosting a party tonight." She laid the garment bag carefully on the bed. "He sent this for you."My stomach dropped. A party. With all of Dante's people, his family, probably other crime lords

Vera's Pov I woke up to sunlight streaming through windows I didn't recognize.For a second, I thought I was back in the omega quarters, that last night had been some kind of fever dream. Then I saw the silk sheets, the massive room, and reality crashed back down.Dante. The Lycan. The mate bond.I sat up too fast, my head spinning. My body ached everywhere. The cuts on my arms were bandaged neatly, and someone had left pain medication on the nightstand.I'd fallen asleep in my torn, bloody dress. But when I looked down, I was wearing clean pajamas. Someone had changed me while I slept.Panic flared in my chest. Who had touched me?I found a note on the pillow, written in harsh, angular handwriting:*Elena changed your clothes. No one else touched you. The closet has more. Eat breakfast. - D*Short. Direct. Commanding.I looked around properly for the first time. The room was stunning—art on the walls, a bookshelf filled with leather-bound volumes, thick carpets underfoot.The bathro

Vera The gates opened automatically as we approached, heavy iron sliding apart with barely a whisper. Guards snapped to attention on either side, their weapons lowered but ready. They didn't look at me. Their eyes stayed fixed on Dante, and every single one of them had the same expression—absolute obedience mixed with raw fear. "Boss." One guard nodded as we passed. His voice shook slightly. Dante didn't acknowledge him. He just kept walking, pulling me through the compound like I weighed nothing. Which, considering my size, was impossible. Unless you were a Lycan who'd just ripped eight wolves apart with your bare hands. The main building loomed ahead, all glass and steel and modern architecture that screamed money. Serious money. The kind of money my pack could never dream of. Lights blazed from every window, and even from outside I could hear voices, movement, life happening within. "How many people live here?" I asked. "Seventy-three." Dante pushed open the front door. "Fami

VeraI didn't know how long I'd been running. My lungs burned like someone had poured acid down my throat. My legs screamed with every step, thighs chafing raw where they rubbed together. The dress I'd sewn myself was in shreds, caught on branches and thorns. Blood dripped from cuts on my arms and face. But I couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. Behind me, I heard them—the rogues. They'd picked up my trail an hour ago, maybe less. Time had stopped making sense. Everything was just pain and terror and the overwhelming need to keep moving. "I smell her!" A male voice, rough and eager. "She's close!" My wolf was still too damaged to shift. The rejection had crippled her, left her curled up in a ball somewhere deep inside me where she couldn't help. I was running on human legs, human speed, and I knew it wasn't enough. The forest opened up suddenly, and I stumbled into a clearing. Moonlight flooded down, bright enough to see by. For a second, I thought maybe this was good—maybe I could fin

VeraThe bathroom mirror didn't lie, no matter how many times I wished it would. I stared at my reflection—the roundness of my face, the way my cheeks puffed out even when I wasn't smiling, the double chin that appeared no matter which angle I turned. My body filled the frame, curves spilling over curves, thick arms that jiggled when I moved, thighs that rubbed together when I walked. Size twenty-two. That's what the tags said. That's what Daemon reminded me of every single day. "Luna." My wolf whispered the title in my mind, but it felt like a joke. What kind of Luna looked like me? I pressed my hands against the cool porcelain sink, trying to steady myself. Tonight was the Moon Ceremony. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would officially bless our bond before the entire Shadowfang Pack. I should have been excited. I should have been getting ready in the Luna suite, surrounded by attendants, wearing something beautiful. Instead, I was hiding in this tiny bathroom in the omega quarters, w