Novels by Mikeyy

Hera's POVI couldn't sleep. There on the bed with my eyes fixated on the ceiling, I replayed the parking lot and the look on Darryn's face when he said that he would never love me."I'll never love you. I'll never want you."The words kept circling over and over like a knife twisting.Fuck it.It was five in the morning when I got up, threw on a robe, and walked down the hall to my mother's study.The door was cracked, light spilling out, and I could hear voices inside. "—not working fast enough." Luna Jane. "He's still obsessed with finding her.""Then we accelerate the timeline," a man's voice, which I knew as Dimitri, my mother's advisor and fuckmate, said.I pushed the door open, and they both looked up. "Hera," my mother's face smoothed. "You should be sleeping.""I can't sleep after—" I stopped to look at Dimitri. "What timeline?""The plan to help Darryn move on," my mother said smoothly. "From his... attachment.""You mean his wife.""His exiled wife, who abandoned him and ha

Darryn's POVThe plane touched down at 11 PM. I was out of my seat before the seatbelt sign turned off."Darryn, we haven't even stopped moving," Hera said from beside me.I didn't answer; I grabbed my bag from the overhead and pushed past the flight attendant's protests.Six weeks. Six fucking weeks of searching, and I finally had a lead. My phone buzzed the second we cleared the jet bridge.Got confirmation. A pregnant woman matching the description was spotted in the eastern territories. Border guards saw her three days ago. We're still trying to narrow down the exact location.My hands shook while reading it. "Darryn?" Hera caught up, slightly breathless. "What's wrong? Did something happen?""Nothing." I typed back: “Keep searching. I need an exact location.”Leonard: Working on it, boss, but there's something weird. The pack she's staying with—no one's heard of them; like, they don't exist on any registry.Me: “Hidden pack?”Leonard: “Maybe or something else. I'll dig deeper.”

Dahlia's POVI stared at my hand. It was smoking with wisps of something—power? energy? —curling off my palm like I'd touched fire."What—" My voice came out strangled. "What did I do?" It burned.Rayan groaned as he pushed himself up using the dresser he'd crashed into. Blood dripped from his nose. His eyes when he looked at me—pure hatred."You just made a terrible mistake," he growled, and then he stumbled out.What the fuck was that?I'd barely touched him, just slapped him across the face, and he'd—he'd flown. Literally flew backwards like I'd thrown a truck at him.My hand burned hotter. I stared at it, the smoke curling, and felt something underneath my skin."No no no no—"The door suddenly burst open, and Oryn walked in. She looked at the destroyed dresser, the dent in the wall where Rayan had hit, and the scorch mark on the floor where I was standing."Dahlia." Her voice was careful. "What happened?""I don't know." I was shaking. "I hit him and he—and my hand—Oryn, what's h

Rayan's POVPetra was not weak, and that was the problem.A weak woman I could have manipulated in five minutes. A weak woman would have handed over Dahlia the moment her authority was questioned, but Petra was not weak. Petra was furious."SERA actually said it." She was pacing, then she stood by the window with her arms folded and her jaw tight. "Said maybe it's time to reconsider the interim arrangement. 'In front of half the council.""What did you say?" I asked from the bed."I told her if she had concerns about my leadership, she could challenge me formally. She shut up after that.""Good.""Good?" She turned to look at me. "It's not good, Rayan. It's a Band-Aid. They're questioning me. They've been questioning me since Illara went into the hospital, and that girl in this house is making it worse.""Then get rid of her.""I can't just—" She stopped. " Oryn would—""What would Oryn do?" I asked. "Challenge you? She won't. She's not stupid."Petra looked at me for a long moment. "

Darryn's POVI was losing my mind.Months of searching and thinking about her, going to places she might be, and following leads that went nowhere had finally broken something in my head, because now I was sensing her in places she was not.The boutique, that scent.I had walked into that shop behind Hera and felt something shift in my chest, something familiar and wrong and her, and I had moved toward it without thinking and found a woman with dark hair in a braid who was not Dahlia.Just some woman with sharp eyes who had looked at me like I had done something offensive by existing.But behind her—I kept thinking there had been someone behind her. Someone crouched low between the shelves. Someone who had felt me coming the same way I had felt them, except there had been no one.I had looked, checked, and walked the entire aisle and found nothing except baby clothes and my own desperation making me see things that were not there.Two months of this, false sightings, and the specific

Dahlia's POVThe next morning was a Saturday, which meant Oryn and I were going into town to shop for maternity clothes and baby clothes.The baby shop was on the main street, and it had everything in a space that should not have been able to hold everything. I walked through it slowly and let myself look at things without calculating anything attached to them."What about this?" Oryn asked, holding up something in pale green."It's beautiful," I replied."You say that about everything." She hissed. “Do you even have a preference?”"Everything is beautiful when it's that small."She put it in the basket anyway and moved to the next rack, and I followed her through the aisles with my hand on my stomach."Boy clothes," Oryn said, stopping at a section of blues and greys and tiny button-up shirts. "Just in case your feeling is right.""It's not a feeling," I said. "It's just—I don't know.""A feeling," she said, and held up a onesie with a small embroidered truck on it. "This one?"I too