Novels by Annabell

Nysera’s POVA sharp knock dragged me out of sleep. I groaned, pulled the pillow over my head, and refused to open my eyes.“Luna! Luna!” Soraya burst in, way too loud for whatever hour it was.“Go away,” I mumbled, still half-buried under the covers.“It’s good news. You have to hear it!”I was mentally strangling her. This was supposed to be beauty sleep. It wasn’t even morning yet.“It’s actually twelve already,” she said.That got me upright in a second. I grabbed for the alarm clock on the nightstand and found it smashed to pieces.“Was I robbed last night?”“No, Luna. That was you,” Soraya said, fighting a laugh.I couldn’t remember the alarm going off or me doing anything to it. I shot her a suspicious look anyway. Twelve o’clock and I was still in bed felt unreal. If she hadn’t come barging in after the second knock, I probably would’ve slept another hour or two. Next time I might chang

Nysera’s POVGetting a furious Elaris to come shopping with me turned out harder than I expected. Using the kids as bait didn’t work the way I hoped. She adored my babies and usually jumped at any chance to be around them, but her dislike for me was stronger. She shut the idea down cold.Kaedrin, Vaeric, and Soraya all looked at me like I’d lost my mind for even trying after the mess I’d made at breakfast. Honestly, I felt a little crazy myself, but that wasn’t going to stop me. The kids weren’t my only card. I made sure Thorne came along. The second Elaris found out she’d be in the same space as her mate who still refused to acknowledge her she couldn’t say no.“You’re a devil,” Soraya muttered when she realized I’d actually pulled it off.If being the devil got results, I was fine with it. The devil’s just good at making offers people can’t refuse. That’s exactly what I did with Elaris.She claimed the front seat next to Thorne. My babies and I sat in the back. Being that close to h

Kaedrin’s POVZevran knelt in front of us, head bowed. I leaned back in the chair and spun it slowly, perfectly content to let the silence stretch. Vaeric wandered around the office, examining everything with mild curiosity. I had no idea what he found interesting about this dull space, and I didn’t particularly care.“Please… spare me,” Zevran begged, voice shaking.I rolled my eyes. I had no patience for weak men who still had the nerve to go behind my back.“Begging Kaedrin will only make him kill you faster,” Vaeric said with a smile, turning toward him. “You of all people should know how far he can go.”“I don’t appreciate being painted that way, brother,” I said, shooting him a look.He only chuckled. “But it’s true, and you know it.”I ignored him.“I’ll make you a deal, Zevran,” I said. Hope flickered across his face. “Choose your words carefully. I don’t like being lied to, deceived, or played. So decide..tell me the truth, or keep dancing to the rhythm of your lies. Which wi

Kaedrin’s POVThe drive to the company was quiet. Neither of us spoke, but I wasn’t blind. Vaeric kept frowning out the window the entire way. I knew he had something on his mind. It was surprising he’d held it in this long.“Are you going to talk, or are you planning to keep scowling until we get there?” I asked.He finally turned away from the glass. “I don’t understand why you told Seris to get on Elaris’s and Cassian’s good side. We were supposed to be on the same page.”“What’s actually bothering you?” I asked, genuinely not sure which part had him this worked up. “The three day deadline, or the fact that I said we’d consider letting her work and train if she pulls it off?”“Both!” he snapped.“You know as well as I do that getting into Elaris’s good books is nearly impossible. And Cassian? He’s going to be a headache all on his own.”“Trust me. She’ll be fine.” I wasn’t worried in the slightest.“How can you be so calm? She’s our mate, Kaedrin. Cassian might hold back from hurti

Nysera’s POVI grinned, everything unfolding exactly the way I’d planned.I had Elaris’s attention now.One more careful push and she might actually explode.The only things holding her back were her brothers, and I doubted I could keep using them as a shield if I kept pressing her buttons.“Provoking Elaris is not how you play cupid, Luna,” Soraya said, voice tight with panic.I rolled my eyes.“Why are you so scared? I’m the one doing all the provoking. You’re just doing your job and following me around.”“That’s the problem! She can’t touch you right now without bringing the Lycan Kings down on her head. So if she can’t get to you, who do you think she’ll go after next?”I hummed, thinking it over.“Definitely not the kids.”I shook my head.She adored them too much.I’d seen the way she looked at them like they were her own.If not the kids, then who?“I’m standing right in front of you,” Soraya said, frowning.“Huh?”I blinked at her, confused.She stared at me like I’d grown a s

Kaedrin’s POVZevran knelt in front of us, head bowed.I leaned back in the chair and spun it slowly, perfectly content to let the silence stretch.Vaeric wandered around the office, examining everything with mild curiosity.I had no idea what he found interesting about this dull space, and I didn’t particularly care.“Please… spare me,” Zevran begged, voice shaking.I rolled my eyes. I had no patience for weak men who still had the nerve to go behind my back.“Begging Kaedrin will only make him kill you faster,” Vaeric said with a smile, turning toward him. “You of all people should know how far he can go.”“I don’t appreciate being painted that way, brother,” I said, shooting him a look.He only chuckled. “But it’s true, and you know it.”I ignored him.“I’ll make you a deal, Zevran,” I said.Hope flickered across his face.“Choose your words carefully. I don’t like being lied to, deceived, or played. So decide—tell me the truth, or keep dancing to the rhythm of your lies. Which wil

Lyra's POVBy the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine.Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face.“Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?”“Of course.”I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece.“She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.”“She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion and ove

Lyra's POV By the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine. Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face. “Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?” “Of course.” I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece. “She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.” “She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion an

Thorian’s POV I had faced battles, ambushes, blades aimed at my throat without flinching. Nothing had ever terrified me the way the healing room did that night, watching Lyra grip the edge of the bed through another contraction, her face pale and slick with sweat, her breathing ragged with effort and pain. “You’re doing so well,” Soren said calmly, his focus entirely on Lyra despite the controlled chaos building steadily around us. The senior pack healer, an older woman named Brynna with decades of experience delivering both Lycan and hybrid births, worked alongside him with practiced efficiency. “It hurts,” Lyra gasped out, her grip on my hand tightening hard enough that I felt my own bones protest. “Thorian, it hurts so much.” “I know.” I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to project calm I didn’t entirely feel myself. “You’re so strong, Lyra. You’re doing incredible.” “Easy for you to say.” A short, strained laugh escaped me despite the gravity of the moment, some of th

Lyra's POV “Guilty,” Margret announced, the single word echoing through the silent chamber with the weight of two hundred years finally collapsing behind it. “On all counts, against all fourteen defendants, this tribunal finds full and complete guilt.” The chamber erupted, relief and grief and triumph tangling together into something I didn’t have adequate words for, even after everything we’d survived to reach this exact moment. Thorian’s hand tightened around mine, and I felt tears spilling freely down my cheeks, the months of testimony and fear and careful evidence gathering finally arriving at the conclusion we’d fought so desperately to reach. “Furthermore,” Margret continued once the chamber settled enough for her voice to carry, “by unanimous council ruling, the Severance enforcement structure, in its entirety, is hereby formally and permanently dissolved. Effective immediately, no remnant of its legal authority, its enforcement protocols, or its claimed jurisdiction over h

Lyra's POV The tribunal chamber felt different this time, heavier somehow, despite the familiar stone walls and the long table where Margret and the assembled council members sat in solemn rows. Maybe it was knowing this would be the final session. Maybe it was the weight of my own pregnancy, now impossible to hide beneath the simple dress I’d chosen for the occasion, that made everything feel more significant than it had during previous testimonies. “You’re sure you’re up for this?” Thorian murmured beside me, his hand resting protectively against the small of my back as we waited outside the chamber doors. “I’m sure.” I smoothed a hand over the curve of my stomach, feeling the small, reassuring flutter of movement beneath my palm. “This needs to end properly, Thorian. For all of us. For this baby, so they can grow up without Severance hanging over everything.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, his support steady and unwavering despite the obvious tension still lingering from his

Lyra's POVThe runner arrived just after midnight, exhausted and travel worn, carrying word that sent relief crashing through me so violently my knees nearly buckled.“He’s alive,” the runner gasped out. “Injured, but alive. They’re three hours behind me, Alpha’s orders to inform you immediately.”“Injured how badly?” I demanded, already moving toward the door despite Cecily’s restraining hand on my arm.“A blade wound along the ribs. The healer says it’s not life threatening, but it needed binding on site.”Three hours felt like an eternity. I paced the length of the courtyard despite Mira and Cecily’s combined attempts to make me sit and rest, my whole body thrumming with restless, anxious energy that refused to settle no matter how many times they reminded me the baby needed me calm. I couldn’t be calm. Not until I saw him with my own eyes.When the returning party finally crested the ridge leading into Moonveil, torches bobbi