Novels by Rose Nettey

The moment Rowan pulled away, the world felt… different.Elsie’s breath was uneven, her thoughts scattered, her heart beating in a way she couldn’t quite understand. He watched her—still, calm, as if nothing had shifted at all.But everything had.She stepped back slightly, creating space between them, her fingers brushing faintly against her lips as if trying to confirm what had just happened.Rowan didn’t stop her.Didn’t move closer.He simply watched.Like he was waiting.Like he knew she would leave.And she did.Without another word, Elsie turned and walked away from the river, her steps slower this time, her mind far from quiet.The walk home felt longer than usual.Not because of the distanceBut because of her thoughts.They refused to settle.His voice.His presence.The way he had looked at her.The way he had kissed her.Her chest tightened slightly.Why did it feel like that?Why did it feel like something inside her had shifted… even without her wolf?By the time she rea

Even after Elsie shut the door behind her, a faint whine from the courtyard lingered in the air. Surprised voices. Arguments. Shock. All of it became hazy into something far away that no longer felt like it belonged to her. With her hand lightly resting against the door as if to ground herself, she stood still for a brief moment in the quiet of her room. Her heart was pounding quickly. Too quickly. But not from fear. Not completely. Before she could even process it fully, she heard footsteps. Quick, determined. The door swung open without a knock. “Elise.” Her father. Her mother sped up quickly after her, her face already tense with worry and something even more intense: fear. After them, Sara stepped in. Also Edward. Elsie didn’t move from where she stood. she ceased speaking. She just slowly turned to face them. The first speaker was her father. He began in a controlled but firm voice, "What you did back there was reckless." Her mother didn't sit around. “Reckless?” She e

Silence fell like a storm waiting to break.For a single, suspended moment, no one moved.No one breathed.And then the whispers began.Soft at first.Then louder as seconds went by.Spreading like wildfire through the gathered wolves.“Did he just.......”“He chose her?”“The rejected one?”“Why would he want her?”Elsie stood frozen where she was, the weight of dozens.....no, hundreds—of eyes pressing into her skin. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but outwardly, she remained still.Composed and unmoving.“She should accept,” someone muttered, not nearly as quietly as they intended. “It’s the best she’ll ever get.”A low murmur of agreement followed.“What use is she here anyway?”“She can’t even shift.”“She’d be useless in war.”“At least she’d be of value to this pack and there will be no war…”Each word landed.Sharp.Precise.Cruel.Elsie heard them all.Every single one.But strangely...... strange enough...They didn’t hurt the way they used to.Maybe because she had already he

Elsie’s breath caught. There.........standing among the honored guests, surrounded by powerful wolves and visiting leaders, was him. The man from the river. He wasn't like the quiet, almost unreal figure she had seen under the moonlight until this moment. He stood tall in a perfectly tailored dark suit that hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted frame, the fabric moving effortlessly with him as he shifted slightly among the gathering. His presence was commanding and undeniable. The kind that made others instinctively give him space without even realizing it. And his eyes..... Those same silver eyes from across the courtyard, I was chained to hers. The ceremony's noise stopped for a while. The chuckle. The music. The voices. All of it disappeared. Only him, with a fleeting smile that appeared to be a knowing smile on his lips. Elsie turned away quickly, her heart beating much more quickly than it should. It couldn’t be. He said he was a guest. But this This was not how

Elsie’s breath caught in her throat.For a moment, she forgot how to move.Forgot how to breathe.The man stood there beneath the moonlight as if he belonged to it—his skin glowing faintly under the silver glow, his body strong and perfectly sculpted. Every line of him was defined, powerful, effortless.And completely-Naked.Heat rushed to Elsie’s face.Her eyes widened, yet… she didn’t look away.She couldn’t.Her gaze lingered longer than it should have—taking in the sharp lines of his jaw, the broadness of his shoulders, the quiet strength in the way he stood so confidently, as though he knew exactly what effect he had.And those eyes—Silver.They held her in place.Then suddenly—A low, amused voice broke the silence.“Do you like what you see?”Elsie froze.Her heart slammed violently against her chest as realization hit her.He knew.Her face burned even hotter as she quickly turned her head away, her breath coming uneven.“I—I wasn’t—” she stammered, completely flustered.The

The Alpha's estate was filled with the sound of celebration. Music. Laughter. Applause. Even our house's quietest areas, it faintly reverberated, reminding everyone that tonight was significant. Tonight, the pack celebrated its Alpha and Luna's mating Elsie sat motionless by her window. She could make out the distant glow of the courtyard's lanterns from her position. Shadows of dancing figures flickered against the walls, and every now and then, a cheer would rise into the night air. Sara and Edward. Their kingship. They celebrated their union. The entire pack was gathered for them. Also, she... She was not expected. Or maybe she had. Elsie was unable to recall. It made no difference. She had no place there. Before slowly getting up, she slightly clenched her fingers against the windowsill. It felt like the room was too small. Too silent. Too still. Too empty. She slipped out of her room and into the dimly lit hallway without thinking. The house was nearly deserted, everyo