Novels by Jaxon Vale

The office lights were the only ones still burning on the forty-fourth floor when Damian pushed through the double doors at one in the morning.He didn’t bother with the overheads. Just flicked on the desk lamp, dropped into his chair, and poured three fingers of Macallan into the crystal tumbler he kept in the bottom drawer. The amber liquid caught the light like fire.He stared at the empty chair across from him, the one Elena used to sit in during late-night strategy sessions. Now it looked like a ghost.He downed half the glass in one swallow. The burn didn’t help. Nothing helped.His phone sat face down on the desk. He hadn’t checked it in hours. Didn’t want to see another headline. Didn’t want to see her name next to words like “finalized” or “moving on.”But he picked it up anyway.Google alert pinged the second his thumb touched the screen.VOSS HEIRESS SPOTTED LAUGHING WITH BEST FRIEND HOURS AFTER DIVORCE, NEW ERA OR NEW ROMANCE?A blurry paparazzi shot loaded: Elena on Victo

The elevator dinged on the forty-second floor of Victoria’s building, and before the doors even finished opening, I heard her heels clicking fast across the hardwood.“Get in here, you badass!”Victoria Hale, my best friend since college, twenty-eight, zero filter, grabbed my wrist and yanked me into her loft like I was late for my own party. She wore ripped jeans and a silk camisole, hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot, but the energy coming off her could’ve powered half of Manhattan.She shoved a flute of champagne into my hand. Bubbles raced up the glass like tiny fireworks.“To freedom,” she said, clinking her glass against mine so hard I thought it might crack. “And to the bitch who finally stopped apologizing for breathing.”I took a long sip. The cold fizz burned down my throat in the best way.“I signed the papers,” I said.“I know. Theo texted me screenshots of the headlines. ‘Heiress Dumps Billionaire in Dramatic Courthouse Showdown.’ Iconic.”I laughed, really sur

The Voss Media tower rose like a glass blade against the gray afternoon sky, and the second the SUV rolled to a stop at the private entrance, my stomach flipped.Not from nerves. From something sharper, hunger.I hadn’t set foot inside this building in almost three years. Not since the day I told my father I was stepping back to “support Damian’s vision.” The memory tasted like regret now.The driver opened my door. I slid out, still damp from the courthouse rain, coat wrinkled, hair a mess. Two security guys flanked me immediately. No questions. Just movement.We took the executive elevator straight to the sixty-eighth floor. No stops. No small talk. The doors slid open onto polished marble and the faint scent of fresh coffee and printer ink.Marcus Voss waited at the end of the hallway.He looked the same, silver hair swept back, dark suit impeccable, eyes the same warm brown as mine, but carrying decades more weight. When he saw me, his face softened in a way I hadn’t seen since I

The courthouse steps were slick with leftover rain when I stepped out of the black SUV.Cameras flashed before my foot even hit the pavement.“Ms. Voss! Elena! Over here!”Voices shouted my name as they owned it. Phones and lenses shoved forward, bodies pressing in from every side. I pulled the hood of my coat up higher, but it didn’t matter. They already knew why I was here.I kept my head down and moved fast toward the entrance. Security parted the crowd just enough for me to slip through. The noise dropped the second the heavy glass doors closed behind me, muffled now, like bees behind thick glass.My lawyer, Claire, waited inside the lobby. Tall, sharp suit, sharper eyes. She handed me a coffee without asking if I wanted it.“You look like hell,” she said.“Thanks.” I took a sip. It burned my tongue. Good. I needed the sting.She glanced at her watch. “Nine-fifteen. We’re early. The judge’s clerk said we can go straight to the signing room. Damian’s lawyer confirmed he’ll be here

The bedroom door flew open so hard it banged against the wall.Damian stood in the doorway, still in yesterday’s shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, eyes bloodshot from no sleep. Rain streaked the windows behind him like tears the city couldn’t hold back.“You’re really doing this?” His voice was rough, low, the kind that used to make my pulse jump in a good way. Now it just made my chest ache.I didn’t look up from the suitcase on the bed. I kept folding, silk blouses, jeans, and the black dress I wore to our anniversary last year. Folding kept my hands busy so they wouldn’t shake.“I told you last night,” I said. “I’m done.”He stepped inside, closed the door behind him with a soft click that felt louder than a slam. “We’re not done.”I zipped the case shut. “We are.”He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed the handle before I could lift it. His fingers brushed mine, warm, familiar, possessive. I yanked my hand away like I’d been burned.“Don’t touch me.”“Elena.” He said

My phone buzzed on the marble counter, lighting up with a message from an unknown number. I almost ignored it, spam, probably, but the preview showed a thumbnail that made my stomach drop before I even tapped the screen.I opened it.Damian. Shirtless. Sheets tangled around his waist. Lila Thorne curled against his chest, her blonde hair spilling over his shoulder as she belonged there. His arm was draped around her the way it used to drape around me. The timestamp in the corner read three nights ago. 2:17 a.m.My knees buckled. I caught the edge of the kitchen island just in time.The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city thirty floors below. Rain tapped the floor-to-ceiling windows like it knew what was coming. I stared at the photo until my eyes burned, waiting for it to turn into something else, Photoshop, a bad angle, a cruel joke. It didn’t.Four years of marriage. Four years of late nights I excused, of “board meetings” that ended at dawn, of smiles I forced wh

The ground trembled beneath my boots.Not from hunters.From something deeper.I froze in the middle of the courtyard.Around me, warriors rushed toward the southern wall after Rowan’s warning. Snow scattered under their feet. Steel clanged. Voices rose in sharp orders.But the vibration under the stone floor lasted only a moment.Then it stopped.Darian noticed my pause.“You feel that?” he asked.“Yes.”Rowan turned.“What?”“The ground,” I said.He stomped once on the stone.“Feels normal to me.”Mira stepped beside me.Her eyes narrowed slightly.“No,” she murmured. “She’s right.”Rowan frowned.“You felt it too?”“Yes.”Kael moved closer to the wall, his gaze sweeping the mountains around the valley.“What kind of tremor?”“Short,” I replied. “But strong.”Darian shrugged.“Maybe one of the hunter wagons hit a rock.”“No,” Mira said.“That felt different.”The wind pushed through the courtyard gate, carrying the sharp scent of silver from the distant camps.Rowan sighed.“Great.

The hunter leader smiled.Even from the tower, I saw it.The man sat tall on his black horse halfway down the ridge, his army standing still behind him like dark shadows against the snow. Silver weapons caught the fading light. Rows of soldiers waited in silence.Rowan muttered beside me, “I don’t like him.”“No one does,” Darian said from behind us.Mira’s gaze stayed fixed on the rider.“That man carries control,” she said softly.Kael stood a step behind me on the tower stairs. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t speak.But I felt his presence anyway.The hunter leader raised one hand slowly.The army behind him moved again.Not forward.Sideways.They spread across the ridge like a dark curtain.Rowan cursed.“They’re surrounding the valley.”Darian leaned against the stone railing.“Not attacking yet.”“No,” Mira said. “They’re showing us something.”I watched the rider carefully.“What do you mean?”“They want us to feel pressure.”The horn from the tower sounded again.Wolves rush

The silver net burned the moment it touched the ground.Someone screamed.I rolled sideways in the snow just as the glowing threads crashed down where I had stood a second earlier. The net slammed into the frozen earth with a sharp metallic snap.The wolves scattered.Rowan grabbed Lian and dragged him clear as the edge of the net struck the ground beside them.“Move!” he shouted.The silver strands hissed against the snow.Anyone caught under that would not survive.Darian kicked a fallen branch toward the net. The wood struck the threads and instantly smoked.“Yeah,” he muttered grimly. “Definitely silver.”A shadow moved between the trees.Hunter.Kael reacted first.He dashed forward and tackled the man before the rest of us even saw him. The hunter slammed into the snow with a shout as Kael knocked the weapon from his hands.Two more figures appeared behind the trees.“Left!” Mira called.I lunged toward them.The first hunter raised a crossbow. The silver bolt flashed through th

The knife flew toward my throat before I even saw the hand that threw it.I twisted aside on instinct.The blade cut past my shoulder and struck the wooden post behind me with a sharp crack.Gasps rose from the watching warriors.I turned quickly.Mira stood ten steps away, calm as ever.Her hands rested loosely at her sides.Rowan laughed from the edge of the training ground.“Well,” he said, “that woke everyone up.”Snow covered the wide clearing inside Frostveil’s inner wall. Dozens of wolves had gathered in a loose circle. Some stood. Some crouched on the stone ledges.No one spoke.Everyone watched.Because Mira had just tried to kill me.Or so it looked.I pulled the knife from the wooden post and walked toward her.“You could have warned me,” I said.“You would have moved slower.”I handed her the blade.“You missed.”She smiled faintly.“No. You moved.”Darian leaned against a pillar nearby.“I like her methods already.”I shook my head.“This is training?”Mira turned toward

The horn sounded before sunrise.The long warning note echoed through Frostveil like a crack through ice.I woke instantly.Snowlight filtered through the tall windows of the chamber. Cold air pressed against the glass. The valley outside still slept under a pale sky.But the horn sounded again.Once. Twice.Danger.I threw on my coat and stepped into the corridor.Guards rushed past me toward the outer gate. Their boots struck the stone floor in fast rhythm.Rowan appeared at the stair landing.“You heard it too?”“Yes.”He rubbed the back of his neck.“Scouts returned during the night.”“That fast?”He nodded.“Something strange is happening near the eastern ridge.”I felt the weight of the previous night settle again.Hunters.Thousands.We moved quickly down the steps toward the courtyard.Snow crunched under our boots as we stepped outside.Warriors gathered around the central fire pit. Mira stood among them, calm as ever, her hands folded behind her back.Darian paced beside the

The hall fell silent the moment the word Luna was spoken.It came from the oldest elder of the River Pack. His voice was steady, though his hands trembled slightly as he leaned on his staff.“Then there is only one matter left,” he said.Every pair of eyes turned toward him.He looked straight at me.“Elara of Frostveil,” he continued, “the united packs recognize your authority over the valley. The elders agree there must be balance beside the Alpha leadership.”Murmurs moved through the hall again.Kael stood beside me but said nothing.The elder raised his chin.“Therefore, we offer you the title of Luna.”The word landed like a stone dropped into still water.A Luna.Not just a leader.The Luna.Mate to an Alpha.Partner in rule.I felt the weight of it settle around my shoulders before anyone even spoke again.Rowan crossed his arms slowly.“That was fast,” he muttered.Mira tilted her head with a faint smile.“I wondered when someone would say it.”Darian looked confused.“Wait,”