Novels by Reena Pan

AMARISThe days that followed that terrible morning were a collection of even worse tortures. Alpha Kieran had somehow detected that I was with a man that night. Maybe it was because the stranger’s scent still lingered in the air around me.He'd questioned me repeatedly, but I'd kept up with the lie about having to take care of something urgent. Enraged that another man had touched me, Alpha Kieran had ordered that more workload be assigned to me.I did all the work meant for at least a hundred slaves. On some days, it was twice that. I wasn't given any breaks. Eventually, I began to nurse regrets for ever coming to the estate on that fateful day. Honestly, I would have been better off without the measly sum. Now I was stuck here, serving a punishment I wasn't sure would come to an end anytime soon.I didn't know how much worse it could get until the fateful early morning I was awoken with a bucket of water thrown into my face. I bolted from the iron bed, gasping. Mistress Kay st

AMARISThe stranger did more than just make me smile. As our lips clashed hungrily, he carried me in his arms and walked through a cheering crowd, up the stairs to a decent room.My head was spinning with euphoria and ecstasy, my body tingling with pleasurable heat. I'd never considered what it felt like to be wanted by a man, because no one rarely looked my way. But this man had looked my way and caught my attention, now he was kissing me like I was his lost-but-found missing rib. His lips slanted over mine with a perfect rhythm that matched the hunger that threatened to turn my insides to char. His big hands caressed my face so tenderly, I almost cried. A shameful moan eased past my lips, instead. Never had I experienced such intense tenderness…such attraction…such neediness.It was in the way he looked at me as he laid me back on the smooth sheets. The way he tucked my hair behind my ears. I shivered beneath his fingers as they traced my slightly throbbing forehead. “I'd ask w

AMARISTears streamed down my cheeks when I finally walked out into the cold.I had been pushed out of the estate as soon as the buffet set in. Slaves were not meant to be there. But today was a day of celebration and slaves were allowed to hang in the dark corners and eat the leftovers. To hear the boom of the music from beneath the stairs. To stay warm from the cold. I wasn't allowed any of those privileges because I'd been stupid enough to claim the Alpha as my mate. Why did fate have to be so cruel to me, over and over again? Wasn't it enough that I was weak as ash without a wolf? Wasn't it enough that I'd somehow found myself alone in this world?A bell jingled overhead as I pushed the door into a high-strung bar mainly for commoners and rogues in the city. I kept my head down until I got to the counter and slammed a few coins on the top. “Ginger ale, please.”The wild laughter and jokes ringing in the room subsided, and I could feel heads turn in my direction. My eyes remain

AMARISBeing a slave in Creekstone was not so bad on some days. Days like this, when I'm crouched underneath a table in the darndest kitchen of the Alpha estate, eating stolen bread crusts and drinking leftover ales. “Where's that little redhead bitch?” A scary, deep, female voice suddenly rose above the clanks of utensils and the noisy chatters. “Whatchamacallit, Mara or Moron?!”A laughter rang in the kitchen, cold and mocking and spiteful. I held my breath under the table, cheeks full, eyes wide. Fuck no. I couldn't let that vile woman see me here, like this. I had joined the wagon of slaves on their way to the estate to prepare for the Alpha’s return from a big retreat. For a measly sum, of course. No one cared about slaves enough to pay them rightly for work done. And right now, I was supposed to be working. I would be toast for the sharks if anyone caught me here, under this table, with stolen bread and drink. “Who has seen the stupid cunt?!” The irritation in her voice