Novels by Rave

I woke up the next morning with soreness all over my body. I could barely even sit up straight in the car. Zephyr had been like a mad dog last night. Our mating didn’t end until midnight, and I was pretty sure I passed out right after my last orgasm. It had been the best sex of my life. But at what cost? At least he was responsible enough not to leave me sleeping covered in his cum. “I’m sorry for waking you so early,” Zephyr said. “I have to attend the Pack’s monthly meeting this morning, and I thought it would be safer if you came with me.” Rowan couldn’t track me anymore, but staying alone in the hotel wasn’t exactly safe either. The meeting was being held at Silver Claw Manor—Zephyr’s residence. I had never been there before, but I had heard enough. Grand. Luxurious. The kind of place other packs envied. Under different circumstances, I would have been excited. But my situation… It wasn’t that simple. Even though we hadn’t registered anything officially, I was already

My voice came out soft, breathless—seductive in a way I barely recognized. It pushed Zephyr over the edge. He tore my panties off and immediately touched me, rubbing my wet heat. I threw my head back, my legs trembling as his thumb circled my clit while his fingers slid inside me. I was so wet I could feel it soaking the sheets beneath me. Without thinking, I spread my legs wider, exposing myself completely to him. “Please… please, Zephyr…” He only teased me more, smearing my slick arousal across my thighs. “Tell me,” he murmured, “what do you want, Samantha?” “I want you to fuck me.” My thoughts were hazy, clouded by his overwhelming scent. Everything about him—his touch, the way he explored my body—made me forget Rowan entirely. As Zephyr stripped off his shirt and pants, my eyes traced over his muscular body, his broad shoulders… And then dropped lower. My breath caught. Was that even normal? Rowan had been… average. This? This was something else entirely. “I… I’m no

I felt like I was standing on a thin line. One wrong step, and I would fall. I didn’t know if choosing Zephyr would make my life better… but I knew one thing for sure— If Rowan found me again, I would drown in misery. “I accept your condition.” I took a deep breath. “As long as you don’t hit me, I can endure living with you.” My life was already a mess. I wasn’t expecting anyone to fix it. “I will not hit you, Samantha,” Zephyr said firmly. I looked away. “Of course, you can’t.” Because of the blood oath. But what if he didn’t take it? I didn’t want to know. Some answers were worse than the fear. “Let’s take the blood oath,” Zephyr said, pulling a folding knife from his pocket. My eyes widened. “Now? Right here?” Before I could even prepare myself, he sliced his palm open. Blood dripped from his hand. “What are you waiting for?” he said. “Didn’t you say your ex-husband is looking for you right now?” I clenched my fist, forcing myself to stay steady. This was it. My fut

An hour later, a black SUV pulled up in front of me by the side of the road. When someone opened the back door, I saw him sitting inside. He wore a gray suit, his dark hair falling just above his eyes—slightly messy, yet perfectly styled. His sharp jawline made him look even more masculine, more dangerous. And then his gray eyes locked onto mine. My breath caught. He was handsome—no, not just handsome. The kind of man who made people want to kneel. “Come in.” His voice was firm, cold… but not hateful. Zephyr Lloyd. The alpha who rejected me five years ago. Rowan’s maternal uncle. “I didn’t expect you to come,” I said nervously as I slipped into the seat beside him. His assistant closed the door and remained outside, leaving the two of us alone. “Anyone would come if their mate suddenly asked to renew their bond,” Zephyr replied. No. That wasn’t true. Most alphas would block a rejected mate’s number without hesitation. “I’m sorry… maybe this is a mistake.” My voice falter

"I want a divorce." I threw the divorce papers straight at Rowan Fell’s face. My eyes were cold, empty—like nothing in this world mattered to me anymore. People in the café turned to stare at us, eager for the drama. Rowan leaned closer, a tight-lipped smile forming on his face. “What did you say?” he asked in a low voice. “I said I want a divorce, you motherfucker dog!” I shouted. His expression darkened instantly, anger flashing in his eyes. “You can't be serious, Samantha. After everything I've done for you? You want to leave me?” “Done for me?” I scoffed. “All you’ve done is lie, cheat, and treat me like I’m fucking trash! I’m done, Rowan!” He didn’t take me seriously. Instead, he stood up and grabbed my hand roughly. “Enough. We are going home now!” His glare was sharp. “You are embarrassing me.” “Oh, you are embarrassed?” I yanked my hand free and slammed a stack of pictures onto the table. “But you didn’t look embarrassed when you were fucking a bunch of whores behind m

The words seemed to please Bernard. He finally nodded, his face still grim. “Call her. I will decide after meeting her.” His voice softened a little and his eyes even moved toward the drink. Veronica nodded with a flattering smile, but the moment she turned toward the stairs, her eyes turned cold and sharp with hidden anger. Her grip on the banister tightened. “Could that foolish girl have realized something?” The way Victoria had fallen, dirtied her dress, and rushed away to clean herself felt too convenient. But she quickly shook the thought away. There was no way. The girl had no contact with the outside world and trusted them completely. With that, she climbed the stairs, missing her daughter who was already hiding in the kitchen. Giselle had come down after locking her sister inside. She had confirmed with the maids that the guest was a rich businessman. She had quickly searched his net worth and found it in the millions. If she played her cards right, she could marry him. Her

Victoria's eyes flicked with coldness, reflecting the red water of the bathtub. But when Giselle stepped closer, frowning at her, Victoria’s expression shifted instantly. She leaned back, trembling, her face showing fear. "An accident happened, and the wine spilled all over me. I need to take an urgent bath since my room doesn’t have a washroom." Her voice shook, full of fear, earning a curse from Giselle, who looked disinterested and wanted Victoria gone. "Ha! Now you want a room with a washroom? Does your greed and shamelessness ever end? How can you always be so greedy?" Victoria frowned slightly at the foolish girl. Did she even hear her? It was hard to believe this girl had once made her submit. "Aunt asked me to clean up here and return to attend the guests." Victoria didn’t waste time arguing. She chose words to silence Giselle immediately. "And I’ll need a proper dress too since I have nothing presentable." She fidgeted, twisting the conversation to get a decent outfit.

“Did you get it?” Victoria showed fear in her eyes, but inside she was smirking. In the past both of them had been fools. She had suffered because she feared Giselle. She had believed that if she behaved well, they might love her one day. Those thoughts had only made her weak. Her aunt had told her the same thing back then. That the Harrigans were rich. They were her uncle’s bosses, and if Victoria caught their attention she could help the whole family. And just like that, she had given up on herself. “Have you gone mute now? Forget it. I do not need your answer. Your face already said everything.” Giselle smirked and turned to leave, but Victoria’s lips curled into a dark smile. “No.” The single word stopped her. Giselle turned and glared at Victoria, only to see her nervously playing with her revealing dress. “Aunt would be angry if I do not listen to her.” Ha. Giselle clenched her teeth. But even she feared her mother and could not argue against that. “Since you dare to go

Victoria stood in the garden and looked at the violets she had planted long ago. The flowers looked even more delicate and beautiful than she remembered. In the past she had spent hours admiring them, wasting her time while waiting for a knight in shining armor to come and save her. This time she would not wait for anyone. “Ah sister, are you looking at the flowers again?” A girl with a gentle smile walked toward her. Her lips were full and curved softly. She had a heart shaped face and bright watery eyes. Her slender body could compete with models. Freckles spread across her nose and cheeks, something she always tried hard to hide. This was her cousin, Giselle. “The guests will arrive any moment. Mother sent me to remind you that you will be the one opening the door and greeting them first.” she said with a soft smile. In the past Victoria had trusted that smile without question and ignored the commanding tone hidden beneath it. Victoria’s lips slowly curved into a dark smile. “It

Glowera town of Archendia country was close to the capital, Nightingale city. Because of that it had grown beyond limits. Taverns, inns, and marketplaces kept appearing one after another, making the town lively and crowded. When Victoria opened her eyes, her body trembled as the memory of pain rushed back to her. Her hand moved to her stomach at once, searching for the deep cut. But it was not there, as if it had never existed in the first place. “I know she is acting. There is no way my daughter could injure her that badly. She must have faked her sickness so she would not need to meet the special guest tonight.” A shrill voice rang out and Victoria froze. She looked around and quickly realized she was inside her aunt’s house again. It had been ten years since she had left this place. The noise outside slowly grew louder and soon the door opened. Her aunt walked in. She had the same brown hair and black eyes as Victoria, but her plump body made her eyes look smaller and her movement

“Was it all for money?” The words felt heavy in the cold of the night. Even though she had fallen to the ground in a pool of her own blood, Victoria still held a kind of power that her uncle and his family could not match as they stood before her, proud and arrogant in their proper suits. But the suits were stained with her blood. The feeling of being inferior never left him. Even after he had slit her stomach and left her bleeding to death, she was still looking at him with the same disgusting expression, as if he were a pest not worth her attention. If only she had understood. “It is to teach you a lesson! A married woman should stay at home and not poke her nose into the matters of others.” She raised a brow and laughed. “So much drama and blood just to tell me I am married, when I never wanted to marry him in the first place?” she mocked while looking at Benard, her husband, another devil in her hell. Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakene