Novels by Melanated Squirrel

Vivica’s POV“You want to win the pack member’s hearts?” Beta Theo’s voice cracked, unable to conceal the shock that rippled across his face. “Yes,” I mumbled.“Why?” he started, quickly correcting himself. “You don’t have to.”“I need to.”He paused. “But there’s nothing you can do for them. Alpha Adrian has provided everything they could ever need.”“That’s not possible.” I managed, awkwardly lowering my gaze. I couldn’t help but feel I was overstepping, but then again, I had to if I were to succeed in my course. Coming up with an idea that’ll not only get me out of the mess I constantly found myself in but also carve a good, everlasting impression on the masses had seemed impossible. Not only was I unfamiliar with the territory—making it impossible to carry out a survey on what they might need—but I had also succeeded in getting on their last nerve.to carry out a survey on what they might need myself, I had succeeded in getting on their last nerve to the point that seeing

Rebecca's POV"I will cut out your tongue if you reject me!" Leon roared in my face.I took a step back, heart hammering as I stared at him. Who was this monster?“You think you can just walk away from me, Rebecca?” He advanced, swallowing the space between us in a heartbeat. His hand clamped around my throat, the pressure stealing my breath. His gaze blazed as he looked me over, eyes seething with something I hadn’t seen in him before. “You will be my wife today, even if it kills you.”A chill ran through me. It already had, I thought to myself. I was supposed to be dead. I should have been dead, but somehow, I was here—back in the moment that sealed my fate.His fingers tightened, sending a wave of cold sweat across my skin. “No one else would want a hybrid bitch like you, so be grateful.”“If I’m just a hybrid bitch,” I managed, forcing my voice steady, “why marry me? I know it’s Diane you really want.”He froze. “Diane is your best friend,” he said, as if I didn’t already know.“A

Celia was sitting before a canvas, a painting brush trapped between her fingers. The bristles swiped lightly against the canvas, leaving trails of blue hues carefully trailed on the edge of pink. With one dirty rinse to dissolve most of the blue paint, she dabbed the brush on a paper towel and went in again.Her phone rang, interrupting her just when she was about to pick another brush. When her eyes caught on the caller ID she hissed and went back to work. But the caller persisted, and she was left with no choice but to answer.“Hello,” she said, rolling her eyes immediately.“Celia, I need your help.” the caller, Vivica, spoke abruptly.“You need my help?” Celia scoffed, “What happened to Elena?”“Elena can’t help me…”“Oh. You finally realize that. Good to know.” Celia said before ending the call.“Shortly after, the phone rang again.“You don’t give up huh, Vivica?” Celia fired over the phone as soon as she answered this time.“What do you mean? I…”“You didn’t only watch as Elena

Vivica’s POV“That stupid bitch,” I cursed under my breath while taking the wet clothes off.I changed into something else and dried my hair before heading back to the living room. Melissa was standing in the middle like she was the one who drenched me with water.“What is happening in the pack? Why were they all looking at me like that?” I asked her.She looked at me, surprised. “You seriously don’t know?”“I wouldn’t be asking you if I did.”Her furrowed eyebrows gradually loosened as she cleared her throat to speak. “The Alpha punished two men for simply striking a conversation with you." she began and my eyes narrowed. “The pack members are pissed off because they think you’ve brought nothing but chaos since you joined the pack.”“Adrian punished two men for simply talking to me? Does that even make sense to you?” I said impatiently. Melissa became quiet. “Those men were harassing me!” I explained. “And how was I supposed to know Adrian…wait. What did the Alpha do to them?”“Th

Vivica’s POVIt’s been more than an hour of rummaging the suite for something to do, anything at all to ease the idleness that was gradually eating me up. While I was in the Red-Bone Pack, I had always prayed for a day when I wouldn’t have to wake up before everyone else and retire for the night after every living thing had slept off. But now that the Moon Goddess had finally granted that prayer, it suddenly felt like a curse.There was literally nothing to do asides eating, sleeping and binge watching TV.I had checked every corner of the suite but everything was clean and in order, it left me wondering if the maids were robots. Frustrated and angry, I went to the living room. Barely thirty minutes after sitting before the giant TV I decided I had finally had enough. I was going to take a tour around Crescent-Moon. I should have done that long ago, but the dreadful glares I received the one time I went to the gym with Adrian taught me everything I need to know—avoid the pack me

Adrian’s POVIt was a Saturday morning, and normally I would be at the gym working out but after staying out late the previous night and the amount of work waiting for me at noon, I decided to stay a little longer in bed. But my plan was shattered when my phone kept vibrating on the lamp stand.I grumbled and turned to the opposite side, burying my face under the pillow even all just to shut the noise, but the it persisted as the relentless caller kept failing my phone.“This better be something important,” I said, rolling to the lamp side to take the phone.“Arella?” My eyes brows arched as I sat up on the bed. “What could be so urgent that had to keep calling?”“Hey Ella,” I said yawning. “What’s the matter.”“I’m outside your door.” She said in her usual grumpy tone.“Okay. Give me a moment.”I ended the call and got up to change indo something appropriate.I slid into a pair of loose pants and plain white shirt.I dragged my sleep induced frane to the door and as soon as i opened

Serephine’s POVI stood before him, battered and barely able to support my own weight. His eyes scanned me with vicious disdain, before he reached toward Camden, spreading his fingers wide. Camden placed dark colored gloves into his palm . Alpha Chase locked his fingers around it and withdrew his hand. Then, he slid it over his hand like a second flesh, smoothing it down until it gripped his fingers and palms seamlessly. “Get down!” Alpha Chase’s voice thundered. My joints buckled, and I collapsed without hesitation.He marched over and towered above me. Carefully, his hand reached for my chin and tilted my head back.Forcing my gaze to meet his, he asked in a low growl, “Who sent you?”I stared at him through half-lidded eyes. Words formed in my mind, but my mouth felt too heavy to speak. I was aching all over; life seemed to zapping out of me with every fading second.“Vasper?” he persisted. Even through the leather, his fingers dug into my jaw. Jolts of searing pain sparked thro

Chase’s POV“Vasper sent her, didn’t he?” I spun toward the door as soon as it opened and my Beta, Camden, walked in.Camden shook his head slowly. “She doesn’t even seem to know who he is.”I laughed hysterically. “And you believed her?”“She wasn’t lying.”“And how would you know that?”“Because I could tell from her eyes!”“Oh please, Camden. Just because you were lucky enough to predict a few things that turned out to be true doesn’t automatically make you a psychic.” I said, my tune turning deadly. “I know Vasper sent her. He’s the only one who knows about my condition aside from you and the pack doctor.” I fumed. “I’ve been able to hide it well and rule this great territory without a hassle. Until Vasper found out, and now a random servant is all up in my space? Isn’t this too precise to be a coincidence?”“Well, from the information I’ve gathered, the maid is new. It’s obvious she is clueless about the ‘no-contact’ decree.” “She’ll learn the hard way then,” I gritted.Just th

Serephine’s POVI awakened to the sound of faint conversation. And as my eyes opened and took in the pristine white sky above me, my brain spiraled in confusion.How could a demon make it to heaven? But then a face peered at me from above—the gaze of the man who ordered my first arrest. I groaned realizing I was still trapped in the world of the mortals.I tried to turn, but I had been laid on my back—a stupid decision, I must say, considering my backside still throbbed from the strokes I received earlier, before the …I was poisoned! The realization that I had almost died triggered a surge of panic in my chest, and I soon began to hyperventilate.“I want to go home,” I started, helplessly trying to scramble out of the bed.I couldn’t afford to die as a mortal. I’d rather go back and serve Sycora and Nyctos as a bottom-barrel demon than die as a pathetic mortal. But the man beside my bed pinned me down, his fingers digging into my arm until it stung.Knowing he’d do worse If I didn

Serephine’s POVThey hauled me away like some petty criminal. We arrived at a door in the main building and they kicked it open, pushing me inside with a brutal force. Not long after, the man I had come all the way from the Ninth Hell for walked in. His flushed face had shed some color, but it was still slightly swollen, as if he were recovering from the aftermath of a gang fight. He didn’t come alone. A gorgeous woman with haughty eyes, crimson lips, and long black hair strode behind him, only taking her seat after he did. Was that his partner? I wondered.“Fifty strokes!” he snarled as soon as his weight pressed into the majestic seat. “Yes, Your Highness!” one of the men barked before ordering me to lie on my stomach.I obeyed, stretching myself flat on the floor. This will be over in a blink, and I can get back to what brought me here in the first place, I said to myself. My eyes remained fixed on the woman beside him. For some odd reason, her demeanor reminded me of Syco

Serephine’s POV“Be careful!” she warned, a little too late. I had already slammed into a man, splashing the scalding liquid over both of us. The tray slipped out of my hands, clattering to the ground with a deafening bang. Without hesitation, I lifted the hem of my baggy garment and frantically wiped the liquid smeared over his body. I started with his sturdy, muscular arms and moved all the way up to his chest.“I’m so sorry,” I panted, my hand moving back and forth across his skin while he stood there, livid. “Why would you stand in the way like that? Aren’t you mortals supposed to be sharp-witted, considering how fragile your lives are?” He grabbed my wrist just as I stood on my toes to reach his neck. I froze, slowly looking up to meet his gaze for the first time. My eyes traveled across his face observing his features. Even though he looked flushed— red, like someone at the Gates of Hades — his eyes remained undeniably bright and alluring. My gaze lingered longer than it s

Serephine’s POV“Noooo!” I shrieked, retreating in terror. “Not again!”I shook my head, staring down at the man whose souls I had just harvested. Instead of the usual white vapor, an inky black mist escaped his body, coiling upward in a violent, ghostly spiral. I had claimed a corrupted soul.Without wasting another second, I flapped my wings, sliding out of the apartment in a sideways blur as I rushed back to the gates of the Ninth Hell. With my heart pounding wildly, I peered back at the house I’d just fled, I had made many mistakes before, but this was epic. How was I going to explain this to Lilith?What should I do? My brain spiraled, running short circuits as I tried to come up with something— anything—before I reached my superior. But just as I arrived at the Eternal Point and was about to summon the entrance, Lilith burst forth from the shadows, with Sycora right beside her.“M…my Lord!” I stuttered, nearly bumping into her.“Another ‘dumb’ mistake, huh?” Lilith’s voi