Novels by Viks Writes

Camilla’s POVThe studio had always been my sanctuary, a place where order existed and beauty could be controlled. Today, though, it felt fragile, as if one wrong word or glance could fracture it entirely. The walls gleamed under the soft light, mannequins stood poised, and every design I had poured hours into rested perfectly in its place. But the atmosphere was charged with something I couldn’t name. Every step I took, every adjustment I made to the folds of a gown or the placement of a sleeve, felt observed, scrutinized.The clients and investors were arriving for the private showcase, a carefully curated event meant to secure loyalty before the public presentation. Normally, this would be routine. Today, even the simplest introductions felt like walking into a minefield. The whispers started almost immediately: questions about my involvement with Luciano, speculation that I was leveraging connections, insinuations that my rise wasn’t earned it was bought. I ignored them. If I re

Camilla’s POVBy morning, the damage had already been done.I did not need Maxwell to call or my assistant to warn me. The moment I picked up my phone, I knew.Messages filled the screen missed calls, notifications, alerts from platforms I barely paid attention to. Names I recognized. Names I did not. Business partners. Competitors. Even people who had never had a reason to contact me before.But it was not the messages that mattered.It was the headlines.Everywhere I looked, my name was there, tied to one person.The Lycan King.Some articles tried to sound neutral, asking questions instead of making claims. Others were less careful, pushing quiet accusations beneath polished words.Why was I always seen with him?How long had the connection existed?Was it coincidence… or strategy?I did not need to read everything to understand the direction they were taking.By the time I arrived at the office, the shift was already obvious.No one said anything directly, but the atmosphere had c

Camilla’s POVThe word war lingered in the air long after I said it.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Luciano stood a short distance away, his posture relaxed, but there was a shift in him I could not ignore. It was not obvious. Most people would not have noticed it. But I did.Something had changed.“So,” he said at last, his voice calm but carrying a quiet weight, “he has decided to stop hiding.”I folded my arms, leaning slightly against the edge of my desk as I studied him.“This is not just anger anymore.”“No,” he replied, his gaze steady. “It is not.”He moved toward the window, looking out over the city below as if the answer to everything lay somewhere beyond the glass. The silence between us stretched, but it was not empty. It was filled with calculation, with tension, with the quiet understanding that whatever came next would not be simple.“An Alpha gathering is not something Dane can call without reason,” he continued. “Not after everything that has already happened.”“

Camilla’s POVThe door closed behind Clara with more force than necessary.The echo of it lingered in the office, followed by a heavy silence.For a few seconds, no one moved.My employees stood frozen in the hallway, their eyes shifting between me and Luciano. The tension from the confrontation still hung thick in the air, mixed now with something else.Whispers were already beginning to form, I straightened slowly in my chair.“That’s enough,” I said, my voice calm but firm.The murmurs stopped instantly.“Everyone back to work.”No one argued.They scattered quickly, returning to their work, pretending nothing had happened but I could feel it.The rumors that would start spreading the moment I turned my back.I turned to my assistant.“Close the door.”“Yes, Miss Camilla,” she said quickly, stepping inside and shutting it behind her.Her eyes flickered nervously toward Luciano before returning to me.“And send a message to all departments,” I added. “No discussions about what just

Camilla’s POVWork had always been the one place where my mind could stay clear.Numbers made sense. Strategies made sense. Business followed logic. Unlike people, it didn’t twist emotions into something messy and unpredictable.That was exactly why I forced myself to come to the office this morning.After everything that happened last night with the council, Luciano, and Dane, the last thing I needed was to sit alone thinking about it.So I buried myself in work.My office sat on the top floor of the company building, surrounded by glass walls that overlooked the city. From up here, everything looked calm. Organized.Controlled.Very different from the chaos that seemed to follow me lately.I flipped through a set of sketches book on my desk, reviewing a new contract proposal when the sound of raised voices outside my office reached my ears.At first, I ignored it.My employees were professionals. They could handle most situations without involving me.But the voices didn’t stop.In

Camilla’s POVThe silence that followed Luciano’s words felt heavy enough to crush the air out of my lungs.“She’s mine.”Those two words echoed in my head as if the world had suddenly slowed down.For a moment, no one moved.The council members stood frozen in place. The warriors behind them shifted uneasily, their hands hovering near their weapons, unsure whether to draw them or lower them.And Dane…The smug satisfaction that had filled his face moments ago vanished.Luciano’s arm remained wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me close to his side as though the entire world needed to understand exactly where I belonged.The contact sent a wave of heat rushing through my body.The mark on my neck burned warmly, reacting instantly to his presence.My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin.But right now, the bond between us wasn’t the most shocking thing happening.The council leader stepped forward slowly, his sharp gaze locked on Luciano.“State your name again,” he said careful