Novelas de Astel

Danielle POV I left the diary hidden in my room and went back downstairs, hungry for whatever secrets that book was still holding back. The moment I reached the hall, I saw him. Jacob. For one unguarded second, my body forgot everything that happened before I left Then it came back, cold and sharp: Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer So I walked toward him myself — slow, deliberate, every step calculated to catch the hunger already in his eyes. His gaze dropped and dragged over me, and I watched it land before I even reached him. I bit my lip, just enough. He met me halfway and pulled me into a dance without asking. He didn't need to anymore. His eyes held mine, and the low sound rolling out of his chest wasn't a growl born of anger. I knew that sound. It was the one Jacob made when he wanted something and expected to get it. I let my hand rest at the back of his neck — until I caught Jackson watching from across the room. I pulled back just enough to be sa

Danielle POVThe spotlight found me before I was ready for it. Every eye in the room turned at once, and my stomach dropped like I'd missed a stair. I forced my feet forward, one careful step at a time, in six-inch heels I never imagined myself wearing a week ago.I came down the staircase with my gaze fixed on the crowd below, a mask dangling from my fingers to match the lavender gown draped over a body that still didn't feel like mine. The music slowed, honeyed and deliberate, and my footsteps fell into its rhythm without my permission.Not one face was familiar. The only person I recognized was the man who'd sat beside my sickbed that morning.The family's reserved section held four women and, at its center, Jackson — Danielle's master.I kept my steps firm even as my pulse betrayed me."She looks more elegant than ever.”"I'm so glad she didn't die from the accident."The whispers chased me down the stairs like a current I couldn't swim against. I passed faces that only Danielle w

Danielle POVThe light hit me before anything else did — white, clinical, blinding. I blinked hard against it, my vision swimming as shapes resolved into a ceiling I didn't recognize. Fine plaster molding traced the edges of the room, too expensive to be anything but custom. My body felt heavy and hollow at once, like I'd been poured back into it after being emptied out somewhere else."Miss Carmen, you're finally awake."A woman's voice cut through. I sat up too fast, my head spinning as I took in the room. Everything about it whispered wealth — silk drapes pooling against the floor, sheets softer than anything I'd ever owned. It felt less like waking up and more like stumbling into someone else's dream, one I hadn't been invited into.The door opened. A man walked in, and every thought in my head simply stopped.He was striking — tall, composed, dangerously handsome in a way that made the room feel smaller just by him standing in it. There was a stillness to him, the kind that came

Rachel's POV"What the—" The word died in my throat.Jacob kept moving inside Lucy, her moans rising to fill the room, drowning out whatever was left of the woman I used to be. My presence meant nothing to them. The man I'd sacrificed everything for — my body, my humanity, the slim woman I used to see in mirrors — had thrown me away in front of the girl he'd once called his childhood friend.I couldn't watch trust die in real time. I threw the crown from my head and let it hit the floor. My power. My title. Earned, and now worthless.I turned to leave, some small foolish part of me still waiting for him to call my name, to say it was a mistake. Instead, the moans only grew louder.I ran.My hands shook as I dialed Alice again. This time it connected."Alice." I fought to keep my voice steady, wiping my face with the back of my hand. "Bring Rowan. Meet me outside the Claw hall. Now."I didn't wait for her answer. By the time I reached the hall, Rowan was already there, small hand slipp

Rachel's POV A shiver ran down my spine. I had never been this nervous in my life — not even the day I saved Annular Moon Pack territory from my own kind's invasion. “It's okay, Rachel. You can do this.” I whispered it like a prayer, exhaling slow, willing my hands to stop trembling. It was the night of the Unencumbered Festival — the night that marked my turning point. From nobody to heroine. That was supposed to be me. I grabbed my phone to check the time, and the wallpaper hit me square in the chest. Not fear this time. Nostalgia. The woman smiling back at me from that photo — young, pretty, ordinary — had no idea what she would become, or what it would cost her. I looked up at the mirror instead. The glucometer sat heavy in my hand, its number climbing higher than it should. My breath started to catch, shallow and uneven. My pills. I'd left them at the pack house I bolted for the restroom door, fumbling for my phone, dialing Jacob. Unreachable . Alice. Switched off