Novels by Mohamed Amm

Lysandra POVThe Alpha leapt forward, weaving effortlessly through the dense woods with astonishing speed. I followed as closely as I could, but my legs faltered against his lightning pace. Realizing I would never match him on foot, he came to an abrupt stop, turning to face me, his head held high, eyes glinting with a cautious alertness.Impatiently, he beckoned me to climb onto his back. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms tightly around his muscular torso, feeling the taut strength beneath my grip. The forest blurred around us as we surged through the wilderness, the Alpha’s strides a rhythmic display of raw power. He vaulted over fallen trunks, navigated twisted roots with effortless grace, and slipped through dense underbrush like a shadow, untouchable and commanding.Soon, we reached the camp, where the pack had gathered anxiously near our hut. The Alpha slowed to a halt, and I slid to the ground, relishing the contact of solid earth beneath my feet. Moving through the restless c

Lysandra POVA few days had passed since the tense altercation between the alpha and me. In the aftermath, we had silently agreed to ignore one another, and strangely enough, it seemed to suit us both. He immersed himself in his responsibilities, while I occupied myself with mine. This mutual detachment granted me a fragile sense of peace, though it was fleeting. Yet, I felt increasingly confined, suffocated by the invisible walls of the pack’s territory. I longed desperately for the open air, the freedom of sprinting through the forest under the moonlight, and the simple pleasure of feeling wind against my skin. That sense of liberation, once so familiar, now seemed like a distant memory.Most of my days were consumed by vigilance at the bedside of the injured man. Every shallow rise and fall of his chest, every flicker of muscle or eyelid, became a point of focus for me. I watched him with unwavering attention, hoping each breath, each subtle twitch, signaled a step toward conscious

Lysandra POVMy gaze locked with my father’s, and a torrent of emotions surged through me, surprise, anger, sorrow, all colliding inside my chest. How could he be here? A cold weight sank into my heart as memories of past pain came rushing back, the wounds he had inflicted still raw.My husband approached, and I fought to suppress the storm of negativity welling up inside me. In front of my father, I had to maintain control. My fingers whitened as I clenched my fists. My father regarded me with the same scornful eyes I had known all my life.My eyes darted between him and the alpha. The alpha’s expression softened as he stepped closer, perhaps noticing the turmoil etched on my face. When he reached me, he fixed my gaze with silent reassurance, as if to say I had to be strong, that I would survive this. His rough, warm fingers gently eased my fists open before gripping my hands firmly. I despised my own weakness. Taking a deep breath, I let him lead us forward, against my will, toward

Lysandra POVA shiver ran through me, sweeping across my entire body, and a bead of sweat traced a line down my temple. Slowly regaining control of my senses, I noticed the alpha approaching, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the strong contours of his forearms, his shirt slightly open to display the sculpted muscles of his chest, and the warm, tanned hue of his skin. Instinctively, I raised a hand to keep him at a distance.“I’m fine,” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling, heart hammering violently in my chest.The alpha’s gaze locked onto me, sharp and penetrating, an unspoken intensity radiating from his eyes. I fought to remain composed, determined not to betray my fear.“Very well, if you say so,” he replied, his tone calm, almost detached, before stepping out of the room, leaving me alone with the storm of my own thoughts.With some effort, I stretched out on his bed, still carrying the lingering musk of his presence. My eyes lingered on the window, dread coiling in my chest, fea

Lysandra PovIn a suffocating silence, the wolf advanced toward the Alpha, each step echoing like a warning across the clearing. My heartbeat thundered within my chest, and a heavy stiffness overtook my limbs as the tension thickened in the air. I was certain the confrontation between them would erupt at any second.Yet my fear dissolved when, without the slightest hesitation, the wolf suddenly lowered his head, bowing in a gesture of submission before the Alpha. The unexpected surrender left me frozen in place, my mind scrambling to understand the reason behind such a drastic shift.My curiosity sharpened as my gaze settled on his fur, dark brown streaked with unsettling splashes of crimson. But it was the thin, glistening trail of blood staining the ground behind him that truly seized my attention, growing heavier with each frail step he took.The wolf who moments earlier had appeared large and fierce now revealed himself to be in a dire, pitiful state. His body trembled with every

Lysandra POVAs we stepped into the camp, dozens of scrutinizing eyes instantly fixed on us. In the distance, I spotted Nymeris with her husband, while little Arion played a few feet away from them. A familiar uneasiness crept through me, and for a fleeting moment, I silently begged that this celebration would not stretch endlessly. Every question I had asked earlier had been dodged with the same vague justification that this alliance was crucial for the survival of our people. But why? No one had offered a real explanation, and the mystery behind my own involvement still lingered like a shadow.My gaze drifted across the surroundings. A long, lavish buffet had been arranged, glistening beneath hundreds of lanterns. Dozens of cuts of meat were beautifully displayed across ornate platters, forming a mouthwatering parade of colors and aromas. Children gathered around the tables, enchanted by the feast. Their giggles filled the air, and some, unable to contain their excitement, shifted i