Novels by Z LEO

The clock ticked toward 2:00 AM in the Alpha’s office. Kael sat hunched over three monitors, the cold blue light painting his sharp features with the pallor of obsession. His tie hung loose, sleeves rolled up; he looked less like a king and more like a man haunted by ghosts.He clicked through the encrypted files of Moon Pack’s offshore accounts, every keystroke precise, every breath shallow. Something was off. Every time he tried to authorize a transfer, the cursor slid away as if the mouse had a mind of its own."Come on," he hissed, fingers flying over the mechanical keyboard, teeth clenched.Suddenly, the screens flickered. The spreadsheets vanished, replaced by a black void. In the center bloomed a neon-pink icon—a round-bellied cartoon pig wearing a crooked crown. Beneath it, bright yellow text scrolled in a mocking font:STUPID ALPHA.Kael froze. His pulse thundered in his ears. He slammed a palm against the mahogany desk. "Marcus! Now!"The Beta scrambled in, bleary-eyed. "Alp

The air in the boardroom of Blackwood Corporate was thin, filtered, and heavy with the scent of high-stakes tension.Phoenix stood at the head of the mahogany table, a laser pointer in her hand. She wore a charcoal power suit tailored to a lethal edge, looking like a blade carved from volcanic glass. Behind her, a holographic display flickered with supply chain logistics and fabric prototypes.Ten executives sat in rapt silence. Even Marcus, Kael’s seasoned Beta, was leaning forward, his pen poised over his tablet in genuine respect."The Moon Pack’s current textile output is stagnant," Phoenix said, her voice a steady, rhythmic cadence. She didn't look at Kael, who sat at the opposite end of the table, his eyes fixed on her with a predatory, suffocating intensity. "You are selling raw wool when you should be selling luxury. My brand, Rebirth, provides the bridge. We don't just need your labor; we need your—"The heavy double doors swung open without a knock.The flow of the meeting s

CRASH.Crystal splintered across the VIP corridor. Kael froze mid-step, fingers still brushing empty air where Phoenix had been moments before.“She’s back! I saw her eyes! I know it!”Serena’s voice—usually silk and whispers—shattered into hysteria.Kael reached the doorway of the private lounge. The door was ajar. Shadows swallowed him. Inside, chaos awaited.Serena stood amid the wreckage, silver gown torn, mascara bleeding dark streaks down her cheeks. Red wine pooled like spilled blood beneath a shattered crystal carafe. She grabbed a silver-backed hand mirror and hurled it against the wall.“The dead bitch was supposed to be underwater!” she screamed at the shards. “I saw her jump! The Pack bond snapped! How… how is she wearing that dress? How is she still alive?!”Kael’s jaw clenched until it ached. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the woman he had once called his savior. Where was the fragile girl who had dragged him from the ice? The miracle he had vowed to protect?

The night air bit at Phoenix’s exposed skin, a sharp mercy after the suffocating heat of the ballroom. She gripped the stone railing, knuckles white, the scar beneath her shoulder still tingling from Kael’s touch earlier. He had felt it. The lightning-shaped mark—the price she had paid for his life ten years ago.Glass doors groaned behind her. She didn’t turn. The scent of rain and crushed pine—once her sanctuary, now a trigger for bitter nausea—flooded the balcony.“Stop running,” Kael’s voice snapped, ragged, nearly broken.Phoenix turned slowly, resting her elbows on the stone. She swirled the gold liquid in her glass, amusement flickering across her features. “Running?” She arched a perfect brow. “I stepped out for air, Alpha. Your party is stifling. And your Luna’s voice… grating.”He didn’t flinch. Two strides closed the distance. His hands slammed onto the railing at her sides, caging her. Heat radiated off him, waves of desperation that made her chest tighten.His pupils were

The silence in the Grand Ballroom was suffocating.Phoenix stood at the bottom of the staircase, crimson silk pooling around her ankles like fresh blood. She didn’t blink. Her gaze locked on Kael Blackwood with the imperious tilt of a queen watching a peasant.Kael’s feet moved before his mind could stop them. His hand reached out, trembling in the still air.“Ari—”“Kael!” Serena’s shrill voice cut through him like a whip. She grabbed his bicep, nails digging into his suit. “You’re making a scene! Everyone is watching!”Kael froze, chest heaving. He searched for the scent of his lost mate—vanilla and jasmine—but it was gone. Only the heavy smell of roses and the sharp bite of gunpowder remained.Phoenix laughed, a low, dangerous sound that scraped against his nerves.“Your Luna seems… insecure, Alpha Blackwood,” she said, slipping her arm through Ryan’s. She didn’t look at Serena with jealousy—only cold, bored disdain. “Hold on tight, darling. He looks like he might run.”Serena’s fa

Shattered glass and amber liquid littered the floor. Kael didn’t notice. His entire world had narrowed to me. Chest heaving, eyes wide, he took a trembling step forward, disbelief and madness warring across his face.“ARIA!”He lunged, moving with the desperation of a drowning Alpha, vaulting over the conference table as if I were air itself.“Mommy!” Leo gasped.I didn’t flinch. A single pivot on my crimson stiletto, and Kael crashed into empty space, stumbling into a chair, wild and unhinged.Before he could strike again, a wall of muscle and power blocked him.“Back off, Blackwood,” Ryan growled. His Alpha aura hit Kael like a tidal wave, sandalwood and ozone clashing with the sharp sting of whiskey and chaos.“Get out of my way!” Kael snarled, teeth bared. “That is my mate! That is Aria!”“That,” Ryan said calmly, hand resting on my waist, “is my fiancée. And her name is Phoenix.”“Liar!” Kael roared. His voice cracked, raw and broken. “I would know her anywhere! Aria! Stop hiding