Novels by S. Doralis

Aria's pov THREE YEARS LATERThe sound of tiny footsteps echoed loudly down the marble hallway of the Vaelor estate. It was followed immediately by the desperate cries of two maids."Young master, please! Stop running! Your tie isn't straight!""I don't care!" a high, childish voice shouted back with pride. "I don't need a tie! I'm an Alpha!"Four-year-old Nico came sprinting around the corner. He was a miniature version of his father, complete with messy dark hair and bright, curious amber eyes. He was wearing a tiny black suit, but the jacket was unbuttoned and his silk bow tie was dangling uselessly around his neck like a broken string. He had a massive, mischievous grin on his face as he tried to escape his nannies.Before Nico could make it past the grand staircase, a large arm reached out from the shadows.Noah caught the boy effortlessly with one arm, scooping him into the air by his waist. Nico gasped, his little legs kicking fruitlessly as he was swung upward against a broad

The New Dawn Aria's pov"Long live Luna Aria!"The roar of the pack echoed across the massive green lawns of the Vaelor estate. Hundreds of wolves stood in perfect, neat lines, their heads bowed in respect. The morning sun was bright and warm, breaking through the heavy clouds that had hung over the territory for months.I stood on the grand stone balcony, looking out at the people who had probably once hated me as an Omega. Now, they looked at me with pure devotion. I wore a long, deep red dress that flowed in the wind, but the heaviest thing on my body was the silver bracelet on my right wrist. It caught the sunlight, flashing brightly for everyone to see.Noah stepped up right behind me. His massive, warm chest pressed against my back, his presence a heavy wall of safety and power. He wore a sharp black suit, looking every bit the absolute ruler he was born to be. His large, scarred hands came around my waist, his long fingers locking tightly over my stomach. He pulled me back aga

Aria's pov "Shut the door, Livia!" Noah roared, his voice booming through the ruined suite.Livia did not ask questions. She saw Max’s still, white face on the table, and her own eyes flashed a bright, furious yellow. She slammed the heavy wooden door shut behind her, locking it with a loud click. She stood there like a wall, her fists clenching until her knuckles turned white.But the room was not empty yet.A loud, bloody gasp came from the corner. Damon wasn't dead. The deep cut across his throat was healing at a terrifying speed, thick black veins popping out along his neck. He pushed himself up from the shattered glass, his crimson eyes glowing with an animal madness. "You think you can keep me here?" Damon wheezed, blood spitting from his lips as he lunged toward the balcony door."You aren't going anywhere," Livia snarled.She did not wait for Noah. She threw her entire body weight into Damon, her shoulder slamming into his ribs. The impact sounded like a car crash. Damon gru

Aria's pov "Get your hands off me, Cassian!" Noah roared. His shook the metal table underneath him.Noah’s amber eyes flared a blinding gold light as he struggled against his twin."Make me," Cassian snarled back. He leaned his full weight into Noah, his own fangs fully extended. His gaze slipped over his shoulder, locking onto me with a raw, terrifying hunger. "She is not yours, Noah. You almost let her die several times and you know it. You do not deserve to be her Alpha.""Stop it! Both of you, stop!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I took a step forward. My hands were still stained with Max’s blood, sticky and warm. "Damon is dead! Why are you doing this right now?"Cassian ignored me, his grip on Noah’s throat tightening until Noah choked, a drop of dark blood spilling from his lips. "She is coming with me, Noah. I am taking her away, and you are going to let me walk out that door."With a feral, deafening roar, Noah’s wolf completely took over. His entire body swelled with a s

Aria's pov"Give me the bracelet, Aria," Damon commanded. He extended his hand toward me, his fingers twitching with greed. "Hand it over, and maybe I will let your little Alpha boyfriends live. If you refuse, I will let my men tear this room apart, and I will take it from your dead body.""You'll have to kill me first," Noah growled, his voice deep and beastly. His claws were fully out now, sharp and dripping with thick Alpha tension."You want this?" I asked. I raised my wrist, shaking the silver bracelet. The metal caught the dim light of the monitors. "You think you can just scare me and take it? You killed my mother. You burned my village. You are a monster, Damon. If you want this bracelet, you are going to have to fight for it."Damon laughed, a dark, dry sound that made my skin crawl. "You have spirit, little girl. Just like your mother. But spirit does not win wars against true Alphas."Before his guards could lunge at us, an explosive roar ripped through the room. It was Ca

Aria's pov "She took his body?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the cold marble walls of the foyer. My hands began to shake violently. The thought of Maeve putting her hands on Max’s lifeless body made a sick wave of fury and horror rush through my veins. "Why? Why would she do that?""Where is she, Ryan?" Noah roared. He did not wait for an answer from me. He stepped over the pool of blood, his massive hands grabbing Ryan by the torn collar of his shirt. He lifted the broken Alpha inches off the floor. "Tell me where she took my brother, or I will end you right now.""The... The Grand Plaza Hotel," Ryan choked out, coughing as the pressure on his throat tightened. "Room 404."Noah dropped Ryan like a piece of trash. He turned around, his face a mask of pure ice. "Cassian, lock Ryan in the cells downstairs. If he moves, kill him. Aria, you’re coming with me.""No, she isn't," Cassian snapped, stepping in front of the door. His own eyes flashed gold, his chest heaving as he stared do

Ava’s POV"Hey. Bennett."I turned around in the busy studio corridor to find Naomi catching up to me, carrying two large cups of iced tea. She slid one into my hands."Thanks," I said, catching my breath. "What’s this for?""A bribe," Naomi said plainly, taking a long sip through her straw. "First, to make sure you didn't freak out over the letter I slipped into your sketchbook yesterday. And second, because Professor Van wants us to partner up for the preliminary exhibition review next week."My eyebrows shot up. "You wrote that note?" I asked, a mix of relief and annoyance washing over me."Yeah. I saw you looking stressed after studio, so I figured I'd offer a hangout," Naomi replied with a small shrug. "Anyway, back to business. I want you as my partner for the collaborative design concept."I blinked, taking a quick sip of the tea. "Me? Naomi, you're easily the most talented artist in our year. Why would

Ava’s POV"Rule number one," Mason declared, slamming a pad down onto the living room coffee table. "No eating my low-fat Greek yogurt. If I catch anyone touching my protein tubs, I am levying a financial penalty on your monthly utility contribution.""Rule number two," Theo chimed in from the couch, adjusting his vintage camera strap. "No loud sex sounds after midnight. Some of us are trying to edit indie film footage in peace."I sat in the armchair, my knees pulled up to my chest, unable to stop the laugh that bubbled out of my throat. "Is this a house meeting or a court trial?""It's a survival protocol, Ava," Mason said with absolute seriousness, though his eyes were dancing with amusement. "We have five different majors, two athletes, an artist, a filmmaker, and Caleb."Caleb, sitting in the corner with his noise-canceling headphones resting around his neck, didn't even look up from his laptop. "I just want people to wash their dish

Ava’s POVThe smell of turpentine and wet clay was so thick in Studio 4B that it made my eyes water.I stood in the doorway, holding my easel, staring at twenty other freshmen who already looked like professional artists. Paint-stained jeans, charcoal smeared across their foreheads, and massive black portfolios propped against their stools. High school art class was officially dead."Take a seat anywhere," Professor Van called out, not looking up from his desk as he flipped through our intake files. "And don't get comfortable. Half of you won't survive the midterm review."I dragged my stool to an empty station near the back window."Nice charcoal set," a sharp, confident voice said beside me.I turned. A girl with dark, braided hair and piercing green eyes was leaning against the adjacent easel. She wore an oversized denim jacket splatter-painted in vibrant reds and golds."Thanks," I said, unbuckling my supply bag

Ava's povI stood in the center of the living room, surrounded by four giant guys, and realized a terrifying truth: I was the only girl in Suite 104.My suitcase sat between my feet like a shield. Beside the couch stood Mason, a tall business major with slicked-back hair and a polished smile. Near the window sat Theo, a sarcastic film student in a denim jacket, holding a vintage camera. Resting on the kitchen counter was Caleb, a quiet engineering student typing endlessly on his laptop.And then there was Ryan, standing right in front of me in his gray university hoodie."Are you serious?" I whispered, looking around the room. "There are really no other girls here?""Mixed-gender suite, Bennett," Theo said from the window, leaning back against the sill with a small grin. "You get your own bedroom and your own lock, but the kitchen and TV belong to the boys. Welcome to college."My heart pounded against my ribs. "I'm changing

Ava's povThe paper in my hand felt like a bomb waiting to go off.I stood by the window of our small apartment, staring at the bold black letters printed at the bottom of my college housing form.Student Name: Ava BennettRoom Assignment: East Campus Hall, Room 302Co-Applicant / Assigned Roommate: Ryan Carter"Ava, sweetie?" my mom called out from the kitchen, taping up a cardboard box. "Did you pack your art pads? The bus leaves in two hours."I quickly folded the paper and shoved it deep into my pocket. "Yeah, Mom. All packed."For two months, my mom and I had been living out of suitcases at my aunt’s house three towns away. It was supposed to be a break—a quiet summer away from Victor Carter, the endless sports reporters, and the fake news blogs that had turned our lives upside down.My mom looked better now. Her hands didn't shake when she poured her tea, and she laughed more often. She was rebuilding her life piece by piece.And I was trying to do the same.I had spent my entir

Ava’s POVI turned my back on the ice rink and ran.Down the concrete stairs of the arena, my boots made echoing thuds against the ground. Behind me, the screams of the crowd were still booming, celebration music shaking the steel beams above.Ryan had won the championship. He had played like a wild animal on the ice, unstoppable and terrifying. And then he looked straight up into the stands and caught me watching him.I wiped a hot tear from my cheek as I pushed open the double doors leading into the main corridor."Ava, wait up!"My mom was standing near the concessions stand, holding two paper cups of hot coffee. She had insisted on coming to the game today, wanting to support the school despite everything that had happened.I stopped beside her, trying to catch my breath. "Mom, we need to go. Right now.""What's wrong, honey?" my mom asked, her eyes searching my face with concern. "Did something happen

Being caught red-handed holding your stepbrother’s hoodie while staring at his throbbing, rock-hard dick is usually the cue to run for your life—or die of absolute shame.Instead... "You want to talk about my behavior?" I retorted, my voice steady despite the blood roaring in my ears. I tossed the hoodie back onto his chair and crossed my arms right under my chest, pointing a thumb over his broad shoulder. "You're standing here with a full-blown sex doll in your bathroom, dressed like a budget superhero on camera."He froze. "What did you just say?" he asked quietly, taking a slow step toward me. The heavy muscles in his chest and stomach flexed with every movement, his dark tattoos moving across his skin like ink coming alive."I know," I smirked, backing up until the edge of his wooden desk hit the back of my thighs. "I downloaded the folder on your laptop. Masked God ring any bells? Or should I replay the video where you slammed that blonde against a kitchen counter?"He stopped

Who says you can't fuck your stepbrother?Well I did, and his cock was way better than my Ex's...and the asshole was gay.“Check the downloads folder,” he muttered lazily, barely looking up from his phone before tossing the laptop onto the couch beside me. I caught it against my chest with an annoyed glare. “And try not to break this one too.” “You’re still upset about the coffee incident?” I shot back. “That happened months ago.” “Because some of us understand the value of expensive things.” “You’re such an asshole.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth then, quick, arrogant, infuriating. “And yet you keep borrowing my stuff.” I rolled my eyes and carried the laptop upstairs before he could say something else irritating enough to make me throw it at his head. That was normal for us. Bickering. Sharp comments thrown across hallways and dinner tables. Existing in the same house like two people constantly one bad mood away from strangling each other. Ever since our parents got

"Stay down and don't make a sound," Julian hissed, scrambling across the kitchen tile to peek through the edge of the blinds.Leo quickly pulled his sweatpants back over his thick dick, while I scrambled to pull my silk robe over my glistening breasts."Who is it?" I panted. Leo moved his hands over my shoulder till he put it inside my robe. Rubbing my nipples, he just couldn't get his hands off me.Julian let out a long breath, his shoulders dropping in relief. "It's just the Amazon delivery guy. He dropped off a box on the porch, hit his horn by mistake, and drove off."The red tail lights of the delivery van faded down the rainy driveway."False alarm," Leo purred, grabbing both of my wrists and pulling me straight off the island counter onto my feet. "But the kitchen is too open. Upstairs. Right now."The large king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, lit only by the faint glow of the lightning outside the window.I didn't wait for them to ask. I untied my pink silk robe and

My husband has been on a business trip in London for two days, but the house hasn't been empty for a single second.I stood in the kitchen in a paper-thin, silk pink robe, stirring a cup of hot chamomile tea while thunder shook the glass windows. My body was built for dangerous thoughts—full round breasts, a tiny waist, and wide hips that made every tight outfit look like a confession. Being thirty-two and married to an older businessman was comfortable, sure, but comfort is boring.I craved friction.The front door suddenly slammed open. Rain-soaked footsteps echoed through the hardwood hallway, accompanied by laughter."I told you the storm was going to hit before we finished our run, bro," Julian's deep voice called out.Julian, my twenty-year-old step-son, rounded the corner into the kitchen, dripping wet. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, his grey workout shirt clinging so tight to his chest it left zero to the imagination. Right behind him was Leo—his best friend sinc

"If you're going to stand there watching, Bella, you better lock the kitchen door," I smirked. "I don't just watch, sister," Bella purred, her eyes fixed on Nico's hard bulge. "I play to win."Before Nico could even breathe, Davina dropped down to her knees right on the floor. She yanked Nico’s pants and boxers down in one quick pull, freeing his thick, rock-hard cock."Davina—" Nico gasped, his hands instantly gripping her hair as she wrapped her mouth around his thick head, sucking him down to her throat with a loud, wet slurp."Oh, no you don't," I giggled. I grabbed Davina by her tiny waist, pulling her back until her knees were spread wide on the soft kitchen rug.I dropped down between Davina’s legs, ripping her thin lace underwear to the side. I buried my face straight into her dripping wet pussy, my tongue darting fast and hard over her swollen clit."AHHH!" Davina shrieked, her hands flying into my hair. "Esme! Oh my god!"Nico stood over us, his eyes rolling back in bliss a

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed midnight just as Grandpa stumbled out of his armchair. He bumped his knee hard against the mahogany dining chair, making the wood screech loudly against the floor."Damn chair," Grandpa muttered under his breath, rubbing his leg while Grandma pulled his arm toward the stairs. "You kids clean up this mess before you go to sleep. And turn off the lights!""We will, Grandpa!" I called out, putting on my best innocent smile until their bedroom door clicked shut upstairs.The house went dead silent. The only light left came from the dim lamp in the kitchen, casting long shadows across the living room rug.Nico stood by the counter, exhaling a long breath. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting toward the hallway. "Okay, Esme. The old folks are asleep. What is this crazy game you were talking about?"Before I could answer, the bathroom door opened.Davina stepped out into the kitchen. She had already taken off her heels, walking barefoot