Novels by Kanyinsola Glory Onasanya

Gillian’s POV My thoughts keep circling the same thing over and over until it feels like a blade scraping the inside of my skull. I cannot believe all the possibilities that are coming in my head about Desiree. Desiree, gone. Macy, missing. Or was she missing too?I should be furious with only the elders right now. I should be hunting every guard who lets her leave. I should be tearing the entire palace apart until someone gives me an answer.Instead, I am walking these halls like a man split open, because one thought keeps returning no matter how hard I try to kill it off. “What if she did it?”My jaw tightens so hard it aches and I hear the growl of my wolf inwardly. Ever since the incident happened, the news in the morning, he has not even made a sound. Perhaps he is also stipend as I am. But no, I force the thought back again. Desiree is reckless, stubborn, sharp tongued, infuriating. She can be cold when she wants to be, due to what life gives her, and when she is cornere

Lucius's POV I stand near the tall window, one hand braced against the dark wooden frame, staring out into the night as if the nights will suddenly spit her back to me. The petty little problem, Desiree. The girl with too much fire in her eyes and too much stubbornness. She acted as though she wasn't going to run and then just in a minute we didn't expect, she's out of the place and nowhere to be found. Especially when Macy is missing. A bitter laugh almost leaves me. She runs. She fucking runs.!For a moment, I can almost admire it. Her defiance, her brilliant thoughts to be able to eavesdrop on our words at the council and immediately leave. Yes, I saw her, peeping at the door, trying to get out of the conversation and of course, I had tried to be the reasonable, yet condescending one in the midst. I wanted to let her see me as the coolest one.I stare into the night, then I slam my fist into the wall as the sound cracks through the room. Pain shoots up my hand, hot and immed

Gillian’s POV Dinner tastes like nothing after the council meeting. The long dining table stretches across the center of the hall. Macy's mother sits at the far end of the table, her shoulders trembling every few minutes as quiet sobs escape her. Her eyes are red and swollen from crying, but she refuses to leave the hall.She keeps glancing toward the doors as if Macy might suddenly walk in. As if everything will turn out to be a terrible misunderstanding.Lucius sits comfortably beside her. He eats slowly, elegantly, like a man attending a pleasant evening gathering rather than sitting in the middle of a family crisis.Seraphina sits across from him, her posture perfect as ever, her expression soft and sympathetic. Every few minutes she murmurs something gentle to Macy’s mother, offering comfort in a quiet voice.I sit at the head of the table, my plate is untouched, my mind keeps returning to the council chamber.The shouting. The accusations and the final decision.“The ritual w

Desiree’s POV I shouldn't be here. The thought keeps repeating in my mind as I stand in the dark corridor outside the council hall, pressing myself against the cold walls while I listen to voices. Yes, I followed Gillian here because the look on his face when Kael said the council wanted him immediately had been enough to make my stomach twist with unease. Inside the hall, I can hear the elders' voices rising and falling as though Gillian was provoking them with his audible words. “…the girl has brought nothing but chaos into this pack!”“…the daughter of a traitor…”“…her blood is the solution…”“…the ritual must happen… tomorrow!”My hands slowly curl into fists at my sides as I stay very still, breathing quietly, listening to every word they say about me as if I'm not a person but a tool they forgot to use. A thing meant to bleed just because I am the traitor’s daughter. Seraphina's voice appears occasionally among them, soft and convincing while Lucius speaks less as though h

Chapter Fifty FiveGillian's POV I stare at Desiree for the last time and she gives me a knowing nod before I close the door with a soft click. I ruffle my hair, my eyes roaming around as a frustrated sigh escapes my lips. I walk along the corridor that leads to the council hall , flanking my robe as Kael keeps mute behind me. Perhaps he knows I am not in those moods for unnecessary conversation. My head is full because there is too much room to replay everything that just happened. Macy. Missing. A child who has grown up under my roof, running through these halls like she owns them, laughing at things that makes no sense and asking questions no one wants to answer. Nine fucking years old with the sharpest mouth I have ever known and somehow, she just suddenly disappears out of blue and her disappearance has already turned into a weapon fashioned against Desiree. They always make everything about them. I inhale and exhale, slowing slightly as we approach the large carved door

Desiree's POV For a moment, I cannot breathe. The maiden's finger is still pointing at me. “You took Macy from me.” The words echo through the room like something unreal, something that doesn't belong in the same world as the quiet afternoons I spent drawing in the garden or the small giggles of a nine-year-old girl running down the hallways. My mind refuses to accept what I just heard and I simply stand there with everyone staring. Every face in the room has turned toward me, and I feel the heat pressing against my skin. No one speaks until Macy's mother moves again. She lunges toward me like a storm breaking loose. “You monster!” She screams.Her eyes are wild, full of panic and grief. Her hands reach forward as if she wants to claw at my face, tear me apart piece by piece until i am not breathing anymore. I stumble back instinctively because I am scared right now. This is the first time in months since I lost my family that I am being scared of things. Especially when Macy