Novels by Noah

Elara POVHe barely lets me out of his sight. When I try to explore, he’s there. When I ask for space, he hovers nearby like a shadow. It’s sweet in a possessive, overbearing way, but after two days of it, I’m ready to scream.“I need to see my friends,” I tell him as we sit in his chambers—our chambers, he keeps correcting me—having breakfast.His fork pauses halfway to his mouth. “Your friends?”“Daciana and Selene. I need to know they’re okay.”Something flickers across his face. Guilt, maybe. “I’ll arrange for them to visit.”“Today.”“Today,” he agrees.When the guards brought them to my room this afternoon, I barely recognized them at first. They look tired, and older somehow, as if the past few weeks have aged them. But the moment our eyes meet, we’re rushing toward each other.“Elara!” Daciana reaches me first, her arms wrapping around me so tightly I can barely breathe. Selene crashes into us a split second later, and we’re all crying and laughing and talking at once.“We tho

Elara POVHis hands tighten on my thighs, his eyes flashing fiercely.“You’re everything.”The simple statement takes me aback. There’s no hesitation in his voice, no doubt. He says it like it’s the most fundamental truth in the universe.“Kael—”“You’re my fated mate.” His hands slide up to frame my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. “You were created for me, and I was created for you. You’re everything to me, crown prince or not. You’re the other half of my soul.”“I can’t even shift.” The words come out broken, all my insecurities laid bare.“I don’t care.” He pulls me down until our foreheads are touching. “I would choose you over anyone, over everyone. Prince or pauper, it doesn’t matter.”“Your father—”“Can go to hell if he thinks he can take you from me.”The vehemence in his voice makes my breath catch. This isn’t some careful, controlled prince sitting on a throne. This is my Kael: fierce and protective and utterly ruthless when it comes to things he considers his.“Y

Elara POVThe darkness lifts slowly, like fog dissipating at dawn. I surface from sleep with the strange, disorienting sensation of being somewhere between dreaming and waking—caught in that liminal space where reality feels fragile and breakable.My body feels foreign. Heavy. Like I’ve been sleeping for days, or maybe weeks. The bed beneath me is soft, real, nothing like the cold marble of that throne room where—The memories crash over me all at once.The whip. The pain tearing across my back. Lady Zari’s cold smile as she watched me bleed. The King’s voice echoed through that vast chamber, calling Kael “son.”My eyes snap open.I’m staring at an ornate ceiling painted with golden stars against midnight blue. Silk curtains hang around the bed, and everything smells like sandalwood and something distinctly masculine. This isn’t the inn. This isn’t anywhere I recognize.I turn my head, and there he is. Kael.He’s lying beside me, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from

Kael's POV A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts.Seth enters, his expression grim.“Your father wants to see you. Now.”I look down at Elara one more time, then stand.“Guard this room. No one gets in except the healer.”Seth nods.“Of course.”As I head out the door, I catch sight of Leon in the hallway and flag him down.“I need you to do something for me,” I tell him quietly. “Dig into Elara’s past. Her family, her childhood, anything you can find. There’s more to her story than we know.”Leon’s eyes sharpen with interest.“I’ll start immediately, Your Highness.”I stride toward my father’s private study, my mind racing. Whatever he wants to discuss, I doubt it’s going to be pleasant. But Elara is safe now, healing in my chambers, and that’s all that matters.The King is waiting for me, standing by the tall windows that overlook the palace grounds. He doesn’t turn when I enter, but he does speak.“The Umbra Council is insisting on investigating the matter of your mate breaki

Kael’s POVLord Vance seizes the opening.“My daughter is far better suited for the role. She has breeding, class, and political connections. If the Prince is determined to keep this woman,” Vance says disdainfully, gesturing toward Elara, “perhaps she could serve as a concubine. Someone he can… visit when the mood strikes him. My daughter would be understanding of such arrangements.”Elara flinches beside me, and something inside me snaps.“A concubine?!”The throne room falls silent at my tone.“You want to know what this woman has accomplished?” I step forward, my voice echoing throughout the vast space. “Elara is a genius herbalist. She has developed a way to neutralize wolfsbane poisoning—something no healer in this kingdom has ever managed.”Lord Vance scoffs.“The Prince is clearly—”I cut him off sharply.“She saved my life. This woman healed me when I was dying. She has also discovered a cure for nightshade poisoning. Tell me, Lord Vance, what has your daughter accomplished b

Kael’s POV Behind me, Zari lets out a choked sob.“She is destroying everything, Kael. Our engagement, your honor, the alliance between our families—”“The only thing being destroyed here,” I say without looking at her, “is your pathetic scheme.”I step toward my father’s throne, boots squelching in the blood pooled on the marble floor. Elara huddles at my side, trembling but steady.“You want to know the truth?” I say. “Elara’s wolf is latent. She can’t shift. Magnus Blackwood chose her precisely because she was expendable, not because she was the strongest.”I look directly at Magnus Blackwood, whose face has drained of color. “The most powerful female in his pack is Harper, his own daughter. But he couldn’t bear to sacrifice her, so he lied to the crown and tried to send Elara instead.”“That’s not—” Magnus Blackwood begins to protest, but I cut him off.“When I began my investigation, you sent warriors after Elara. To find her. To kill her. Those warriors had wolfsbane on their c