Novels by J.K. Hades

The Founders' Gala was held at the Grand Dominion Hotel, a sprawling marvel of glass and gold that sat on the edge of the harbor. It was neutral ground, a place where the varying packs of the West Coast mingled under a fragile truce to discuss trade, territory, and alliances.Inside the limousine, the air was thick with tension. Emily smoothed the silk of her emerald dress for the hundredth time, her fingers trembling."Stop," Ethan said.He didn't look at her; his gaze was fixed on the passing city lights, his profile sharp and unyielding."I can't help it," Emily whispered. "I feel like I'm walking to my execution. Everyone in that room thinks I'm dead. Ryan thinks I'm dead.""Ryan thinks you are a problem he has solved," Ethan corrected, turning to face her. The interior lights of the car cast shadows across his face, making his violet eyes glow with an ethereal intensity. "Tonight, you become a problem he cannot solve."The car slowed to a halt. Outside, camera flashes erupted lik

The morning sun didn’t gently wake Emily; it assaulted her. Blazing light poured through floor-to-ceiling windows that lacked curtains, searing against her eyelids until she groaned and rolled over.Her hand reached out, expecting the lumpy mattress of her tiny studio apartment or the cold emptiness of the bed she used to share with Ryan on weekends. Instead, her fingers brushed against silk sheets with a thread count higher than her annual salary.Memory crashed into her.The anniversary. The red dress. The glowing eyes. The wolf in the alley.Emily shot up in bed, a gasp tearing from her throat. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she scanned the room. It was vast, modern, and intimidatingly masculine; all slate grays, blacks, and sharp angles.She wasn't in her apartment. She wasn't dead in a ditch.She was in the penthouse of the Rogue King."You slept for twelve hours."The voice came from the corner of the room. Emily flinched, clutching the duvet to her ches

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, shivering in her wet clothes. "Why save me?"Ethan looked over his shoulder. His violet eyes darkened, the pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the iris."Because," he said, his voice dropping to a growl that vibrated in her bones, "I hate waste. And you, little human, have been wasted on a fool."With that, he closed the door.Emily waited until his footsteps faded before she slid off the counter. Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor, sobbing. The adrenaline crashed, leaving her raw and shaking.She cried for the anniversary that never happened. She cried for the three years of lies. She cried for the red dress on the floor and the cruelty in Ryan’s eyes. But mostly, she cried for the tiny life inside her that had almost been snuffed out before it began."I’m sorry," she whispered to her stomach, rocking back and forth. "I’m so sorry I chose him."Eventually, the cold of her wet clothes forced her to move. She stripped off the ruine

The heavy thud of the limousine door closing sealed the world away. The roar of the storm, the snarl of the wolf, and the terrifying echo of Ryan’s rejection were instantly muffled, replaced by the hum of a powerful engine and the scent of rich leather and cedarwood.Emily sat frozen against the plush seat, water pooling around her bare feet on the expensive floor mats. She was shivering violently, her teeth chattering so hard her jaw ached, but she didn’t dare move. She felt like a muddy, broken stray that had been tossed into a jewelry box.Beside her, the stranger sat with the stillness of a statue. He didn’t look at her. He was typing on a sleek black phone, his long fingers moving with precision."Turn up the heat, Lucas," he commanded, his voice low and devoid of emotion.The partition between them and the driver lowered slightly. A man with kind eyes and sandy blonde hair glanced in the rearview mirror. This must be Lucas Walker. He looked human enough, but after tonight, Emily

The world stopped.Emily stared at him, sure she had misheard. "What?""You heard him," Claire hissed, her eyes flashing green with jealousy. "A half-human abomination? It would be a stain on the Evans bloodline. An Alpha can't have a weakling mongrel as his firstborn.""Ryan, please," Emily stepped forward, reaching out a trembling hand. "You don't mean that. This is your child!"Ryan slapped her hand away. The force of it sent her stumbling back, tripping over the hem of the white rug. She fell hard, her elbow cracking against the floor. Pain shot up her arm, but it was nothing compared to the agony shredding her heart.Ryan loomed over her. The handsome billionaire she knew was gone. In his place was a cold, calculating monster."I am the future Alpha of the Ironmoon Pack," he growled. "I will not have my authority questioned because I sired a bastard with a human pet. You will go to the clinic tomorrow. Claire will arrange it. And then, you will leave Seattle and never return."Te

The rain in Seattle didn’t wash things clean; it only made the grime on the sidewalk slicker, a treacherous path for anyone foolish enough to run in heels. But Emily Reed didn’t care about the rain, or the cold seeping into her threadbare coat, or the fact that she was twenty minutes late to meet the man who held her heart in his manicured hands.She cared about the small white stick tucked safely inside her purse.Two pink lines.A smile tugged at her lips, fighting against the biting wind. For three years, she had been the invisible girl on Ryan Evans’s arm. The human girl. The weak link. In a world dominated by powerful bloodlines and old money, Emily was a nobody. She was an orphan with no connections, working as a junior archivist in the basement of Evans Enterprises.But Ryan had chosen her. The billionaire CEO, the man whose face graced the cover of Forbes and whose presence commanded silence in boardrooms, had chosen her."He loves me," she whispered to the storm, needing to h