Novels by Owusubonsu

The alarm shattered the darkness at four-thirty AM. Sera jerked awake, disoriented for a moment about where she was. Then memory crashed back-Silvermoon Estate, her first day, the beginning of everything. She dressed quickly in the simple black dress and white apron that Elder Moira had left folded outside her door last night. The uniform was practical and modest, designed to make the wearer fade into the background. Perfect. She pulled her dark hair into a neat bun, applied minimal makeup, and studied herself in the small mirror above the dresser. The woman looking back was unremarkable. Forgettable. Just another servant among dozens. Exactly what she needed to be. For now. The hallway was already showing signs of life-she could hear water running in the communal bathroom, quiet footsteps, muffled voices. The household was waking up. Sera made her way downstairs, following the path Rosie had shown her last night. The massive estate was different in the pre-dawn darkness-shadow

The servants' quarters are in the east wing," Elder Moira explained. "You'll share a hallway with the other housekeeping staff, but you'll have your own room. The bathroom is communal, down at the end of the hall. Meals are served in the staff dining room at six AM, noon, and six PM, but you're welcome to make yourself tea or coffee in the kitchen anytime."She stopped at a door marked with a simple "7" and produced a key. "This will be yours."The room was small but clean and surprisingly pleasant. A single bed with a simple quilt, a dresser, a small desk and chair, and a narrow window that looked out over the grounds. It was sparse, functional, nothing like the comfortable apartment Sera had shared with Marcus.But it would do. It was just a stage set, after all. A place to rest between acts of her revenge play."The other maids are friendly," Elder Moira continued. "Rosie especially-she's about your age, works the same shift. She'll help you learn the ropes. Unpack, get settled, an

The kitchen smelled like baking bread and simmering soup, and despite everything, Sera's stomach growled. She'd barely eaten in days, too focused on preparation and planning to remember basic things like food.Elder Moira noticed. Of course she did. Those sharp eyes didn't miss anything.But she didn't comment; instead, she led Sera down another hallway and into a small office. It was tidy and efficient, with a desk, two chairs, and filing cabinets. A window looked out onto what appeared to be an overgrown garden, wild and beautiful and somehow sad."Sit," Elder Moira said, taking the chair behind the desk.Sera sat, hands folded in her lap, projecting calm even though her heart was hammering.Elder Moira pulled out a file-Sera's application, she realised, along with the false references she'd carefully constructed."Your references are adequate," the older woman said, flipping through pages. "Though I notice you've moved around quite a bit in the past two years. Oregon, Washington, N

The Silvermoon Estate rose from the mountainside like something out of a dark fairy tale.Sera sat in her beat-up Honda at the base of the long, winding driveway, staring up at the mansion through the windshield. Even from a distance, it was imposing-all stone and dark timber, with tall windows that caught the afternoon light like watchful eyes. The architecture was a blend of old-world Gothic and modern mountain lodge, somehow both forbidding and beautiful.This was the seat of power for one of the strongest packs in the region.This was the home of Marcus's killer.Sera checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one final time. The woman staring back was almost unrecognizable from who she'd been six months ago. Her naturally blonde hair was now a rich chestnut brown, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. She'd learned to school her amber eyes into something gentler, more vulnerable. Her makeup was minimal but carefully applied-just enough to enhance her features without looki

The wind picked up, colder now, and the first drops of rain began to fall. Sera reached into her other pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. Marcus's ring. The one he'd worn since the day they'd recognised each other as mates.She pressed it to her lips, tasting salt from tears she didn't remember shedding."I'll need to change everything," she said softly. "My appearance, my identity, my entire life. I've already dyed my hair, you wouldn't recognise me now, love. Brown instead of blonde. I'll become someone else. Someone forgettable. Someone a powerful Alpha would never look at twice."She paused, throat tight."Until I want him to look."The rain came harder now, cold drops mixing with her tears. Sera placed the ring gently on top of the headstone, next to the fresh flowers she'd brought."I've already applied for a position at his estate. Maid. Servant. Something that gets me inside, gets me close. Elder Moira, his head housekeeper, is reviewing applications this week. I made

The cemetery was empty except for the ghosts.Sera Blackwood knelt before the fresh grave, her fingers tracing the carved letters of Marcus Ashford's name. Six months. It had been six months since they'd laid him in the cold earth, and the pain still felt like claws ripping through her chest with every breath.The autumn wind cut through her black coat, scattering dead leaves across the grave like nature's own funeral confetti. She barely felt the cold. She barely felt anything anymore."I found out who did it," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling trees. "I know who killed you, Marcus."Inside her mind, there was only silence. Her wolf her beautiful silver-grey wolf who had once been so vibrant, so alive had retreated so deep after Marcus's death that sometimes Sera wondered if she'd ever surface again. The mate bond had snapped like a severed spine the moment Marcus took his last breath, and something fundamental had broken in both halves of her soul.Where her