Novels by Francis

Calla’s POV “You!” I open my mouth to cuss at him because in truth, that’s what he deserves. Being away so long, he must think I’m still the same Calla he had known; the same innocent, weak idiot. Well, he’s wrong. I’m not the same Calla who had put up with his incessant teasings and subtle innuendos. For years, I’d had to deal with the fact that I slept with him by accident and not once did he make it easy.“You have no right to kiss me like that.” I wipe my mouth with my arm, trying to erase the taste of his kiss. “You must have lost the remaining few brain cells in that head of yours, but let me remind you that I belong to your brother. The next time you try to cross the line between us, you’ll have him to contend with.”Brynne laughs. He’s laughing at me and the sound annoys me more than anything else.“Oh Calla, wake up and smell the roses,” he wipes invisible tears from his eyes. “My brother doesn’t give a rat’s ass about you.”I flush when I hear that because the truth of

Calla's POV “Mummy!” Adele comes barreling towards me. For a two year old, she’s quite sprity. These days, all she does is run around.She’s an endless bundle of energy and my only source of joy. I kneel and she shoots into my arms. We both crash to the garden grass and burst into laughter.Adele snorts. There’s a piece of leaf stuck to her cheek. I laugh louder and flick it away.“Shouldn’t you be getting on with your lessons, princess?” My question is directed at her but I’m staring at Tilly, her governess. “Her highness wanted a break,” Tilly shoots me an apologetic look. I smile at her. I know it's not her fault they are outside right now. Adele can be a handful sometimes. Just like her father.“Come play with me, mummy,” Adele insists. As always, I can’t say no to her request. “Alright,” I concede. “We’ll play a little bit then, you have to be a good girl and go resume your lessons with Tilly. Okay?”“Okay.” She nods. “Good,” I caress her cheeks gently. “Now, what kind of

Calla POVThree years laterI know I’m not in my bedroom before I even open my eyes. The lighting’s wrong. This room is easily thrice the size of mine. A huge crystal chandelier dangles from the off white ceiling. The furniture looks like it’s just been imported from Europe. Wood cackles in the fireplace. The air smells like cheddar and cologne, but nothing, and I mean nothing, can hide the obvious smell of sex in the air. It all comes rushing back to me. Horrifying images from last night.Letting down my walls. Accepting the first glass of whisky from Blade. That would be my first mistake.After that, everything else had spiraled out of control.A massive figure stirs next to me. I do not need to look to know that it’s Blade. I can smell the Dior cologne emanating from his side of the bed. It’s mixed with that manly scent that is uniquely Blade. No doubt, this is his bedroom. It’s funny how I’ve never been allowed to spend the night in this room in the three years that I’ve bee

Calla's POV I take huge lungfuls of breath. I do not stop until my heart rate returns to normal. He is even more intimidating than I thought he would be. He also didn’t seem to like me much. How the hell am I going to live with him—for how many years?The door bursts open and I whimper in fear as Blade Blackthorn frames the doorway. Why is he back? Does he have more to say to me? Or perhaps he wants us to mate now?Oh God, I’m not ready for that. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. As if he can read my thoughts, he enters the room fully. He shuts the door and my heart skips a beat. I’m terrified but there’s nowhere to go. All I can do is stay still as he crosses the room and hauls me into his arms.Never could I have pictured us standing so close to each other. His hold is intimate. He’s got the most piercing black eyes I’ve ever seen. Like a bottomless pit. Endless like the night sky. He’s well over six feet tall and built hard like a wall of granite. And those tattoos. They

Blade’s POV“What’s she like? Let me guess, she’s one of those wimpy weaklings, who break into sobs at the slightest provocation.”I grit my teeth in annoyance, as I wait for my beta to fill me in on my new breeder. As expected, the cheeky asshole takes his sweet time with it.“Actually,” he drawls, taking a sip of his whisky. “There were no tears in her eyes. She seemed quite composed. Stoic. That’s the word I can use to describe her.”I snort. “It must have been an act. I bet she bursts into tears the first time I try to touch her.”“Perhaps that wouldn’t be the case if you tried to smile more. While you’re at it, you could try to have a conversation with the girl first. Get to know her.”“I’m not interested in that sort of shit,” I scowl at my beta. “You and I know why she’s here. Her father owed us a huge debt. I need a breeder. It’s a win-win situation.”“I doubt Calla feels like such a winner right now,” Hector muses. He’s smiling that creepy little smile of his. I finish the

Calla’s POV“You’re going to like your new home Calla… if that’s too much to ask, then you’re just going to learn to adjust. You’ve always been an adaptable creature.”This awkward moment before my father and I will go on to haunt me for the hour-long drive to the Ash Creek pack.My new home.Because now, I belong to Blade Blackthorn.It had all happened so quickly. A few days ago, we got a lot of visitors. Strangers in leather jackets, who drove black SUVs. I should have known something was up when Father started skipping dinners and staying up in his study until way after midnight.And then today, mere minutes ago, he had called me into his study to inform me that I would be leaving with the Alpha of Ash Creek. I’m to become a breeder.“It’s the only way to save our family,” he had said, playing the family card. “Please daughter. Do it for us. Do it for the legacy we’ve built for decades. If you do not leave with the Alpha today, we stand to lose everything.”How could I have sai