Novels by Spark's Lenny

Katherine Ashford The sound of machines. A steady beeping.When I opened my eyes, the world was white. Not the white of moonlight or snow, but the blinding, sterile white of a hospital ceiling.For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. I thought maybe I was still dreaming — that this was some strange mercy from the Goddess.But the sharp sting of a needle in my arm said otherwise.I turned my head. A woman in pale scrubs stood nearby, checking something on a small metal tray. Her scent hit me next — human.Not pack. Not wolf.Human.Panic surged through me. I pressed a shaking hand against my mouth, trying to steady my breath. I could not let them know. If they smelled what I was — if they suspected — I’d be dead before sunset.“Easy,” the nurse said gently, thinking my fear was confusion. “You’re safe, miss. You were in an accident, but you’re going to be alright.”“Wh—where am I?” My voice cracked.“St. Vincent’s Hospital,” she replied. “You were brought in by a drive

Katherine Ashford When I woke, I thought I was dead.The air was too still.Too heavy.Too cold to belong to the living.I blinked, but even the darkness seemed solid — pressing against my eyelids, swallowing every breath that dared leave me. For a long time, I couldn’t remember where I was. Only the ache. The deep, hollow ache that lived inside me.Then my hand moved.Slow. Trembling.I touched my stomach.Empty.“No…” The word slipped out, soft and broken. “No… no, please…”But there was no warmth. No heartbeat. Only the cold weight of loss sitting where life had once been.Tears came before I could stop them — hot against my frozen skin. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, but even pain couldn’t pull me back from the emptiness inside.My baby.My child.Gone.The walls around me seemed to breathe — damp stone and rot and misery. A faint rustle, a cough, a low moan from somewhere in the dark. The dungeon wasn’t silent. It was filled with dying people who no longer had voices.I trie

Katherine Ashford“He will break you, Katherine.”Her mother’s voice whispered in the corridors of my mind, soft but sharp, echoing through the years. I had laughed then—too young, too certain, too desperately in love to hear caution. Now it rang louder than my own heartbeat, unstoppable.I sat on the cold stone floor of my chambers, the divorce papers spread before me, my fingers trembling against the delicate parchment. The words on the page were absolute. Irrevocable. Final.I remembered the first time I had truly seen him. Not the polished Alpha he had become, but the boy I’d first stumbled across in the training grounds—dust in his hair, muscles straining under the sun. He hadn’t been special then, just another Omega, another face among many. But something in his defiance had caught me.Curiosity turned to admiration. Admiration became obsession. I followed his victories and his stumbles as if they were my own. I whispered prayers to the Moon Goddess, hoping she would bless him,

Katherine Ashford“Luna Katherine… praise be to the Moon Goddess — you’re pregnant!”The words fell like sunlight through storm clouds.For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her.The healer’s smile trembled as she bowed, silver bangles chiming softly. “It’s true, my Luna. The test confirms it. You’re with child.”For five long years, I had prayed beneath every full moon, whispered my wishes to the stars, and watched them die quietly at dawn. Five years of silence in our chambers. Five years of wondering if the goddess had turned her face away from me.Now — life.My knees gave out before I could stop them. I pressed a trembling palm to my stomach, a laugh breaking through the tears that rushed to my throat. “The goddess… she heard me.”The healer hurried to steady me, her tone tender but firm. “Easy, Luna. You mustn’t strain yourself. The first moons are fragile. Rest, eat well, and avoid the training grounds. The Alpha will be overjoyed.”Her words should have filled me with peace. In