Novels by SOLO DE KING

The door shut behind them with a quick sound that seemed loud in the dark hallway. Lucas stopped, his heart beating fast, as Adrian’s hand rested gently on his lower back, guiding him into the clean, modern living room. No one spoke yet—just the feeling of Adrian being there, quietly saying that Lucas belonged here, under Adrian’s watch."Sit," Adrian said in a soft but firm voice, pointing to a chair by the window. Lucas did what he was told right away, feeling a strange mix of being scared and excited. Adrian didn’t sit. He stood, leaning a bit against the wall, with his arms crossed. A small shadow of a smile played on his lips."You moved too fast in the party room tonight," Adrian said. His voice was smooth, but it cut through the air like a sharp knife. "How you stood, how you looked—it was right, yes, but it didn't seem strong. Someone might have felt you were unsure."Lucas swallowed, his chest feeling tight. "I tried...""You tried," Adrian said, stepping closer until they we

The city lights looked like broken glass, shining on the wet streets as Lucas walked behind Adrian through the big front room of a tall building. The rain had stopped, leaving a shine that made the marble floors look like mirrors. Lucas felt like everyone was looking at him, even though people hadn't started showing up yet.Adrian walked with an easy grace, his presence showing he was in charge. Everyone's eyes seemed to turn to him, like bugs to a light, but no one dared go near. Lucas stayed a little behind, his shoulders stiff, his heart beating fast, knowing how small he felt next to Adrian."You will stand next to me tonight," Adrian said, his voice low and sure. "And people will see you. Do you understand?"Lucas paused. "I... I don't know if I can...""You can," Adrian said smoothly. "And you will. There is no other choice. Tonight, I am showing you off. The rest of the world doesn't matter."Lucas swallowed hard, trying to make sense of the fear inside him and the strange, str

The days after that first morning ran together, each one blending into the next. Lucas woke, ate, trained, watched, and did what he was told. It wasn't easy, and he didn't always want to. The building, the rooms, the halls—everything was kept so neat and tidy. It felt like a cage, but one he couldn't get out of. Every corner, every shadow, every shiny surface showed him he was being watched. Always.Adrian never hurried him. He never shouted. That made it worse. Adrian's patience felt like a tool. He pointed out when Lucas made mistakes, fixed his posture, stopped him from saying things, and somehow, every small slip-up felt like a personal letdown."You're late," Adrian said that morning. His voice was calm, but very clear, as he walked into the training room. Lucas had only missed the first exercise by a few minutes, but to Adrian, those few minutes meant everything.Lucas looked down. "I... I'm sorry. It won't happen again."Adrian looked at him for a long time, arms crossed, not b

The morning came quietly. It wasn’t bright, just a soft gray blanket over the city. Lucas woke up in a bed that wasn’t his. The room felt too clean, too perfect, like it belonged to someone who wasn’t real. The sheets were smooth, the pillows were soft, and the floor was bare and spotless under his feet. For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming, stuck between the memory of rain and something else.He tried to move without making a sound, but the room seemed to notice him, like it was listening. A soft click behind him made him stop. Adrian was already there, by the door. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his shape a dark outline against the morning light coming through the tall windows.“Good morning,” Adrian said. His voice was smooth and calm, but it felt heavy, like the quiet before bad weather.Lucas swallowed. “I—”“You’re awake,” Adrian said, as if that was the only thing that mattered.Lucas paused, not sure what to say. He had made it through the night, just barely

Rain came down hard, like a curtain of water, hitting the city streets. It felt like the sky was trying to wash everything away. Lucas ran, his head down, his shoes splashing in the wet, his jacket sticking to his skinny body. His chest hurt, and every breath he took was a gasping sound that seemed too loud in the quiet around him. The city was awake—bright lights blurred in the puddles, the low sound of cars somewhere far off, and the occasional distant wail of a siren—but to Lucas, it all felt fake, like a movie he wasn't part of.He didn't fit in here. He had never really fit in anywhere. And now, a small voice inside him, deep in his chest, whispered that it was too late to even try.He turned a corner, and a shadow moved. His heart stopped. He didn't know if it was someone coming to help him, or someone coming to take him back to the place he had been running from. His feet slowed, and the cold rain seemed to sting him even more.A long, black car rolled silently up to the side o

The Red Moon Pack grounds were quiet now, but the sounds of the morning’s trouble still felt like an unwanted visitor in the air. Wolves walked slowly through the clearing, their fur messy with dirt and frost. The older wolves and leaders whispered to each other, thinking about what had happened. Their eyes often looked at him; Alexander Grey, the omega who had fought like a storm nobody expected. Some looked at him with wonder, others with jealousy they tried to hide, and a few with careful fear.Alexander moved quietly around the injured wolves. His hands were kind but steady as he helped with sore sides and small cuts. Every careful touch reminded him of the two sides of himself: the gentle, obedient omega the pack expected, and the powerful storm of divine strength he kept hidden inside, held back but always there. Every time Caleb looked at him, and Caleb stood silently near the lodge, it sent a jolt through him, a reminder that he wasn’t invisible anymore, wasn’t the creature th

The morning mist hung low over the Red Moon Pack’s land, wrapping around the tall pine trees like quiet secrets. The frozen ground made a crunching sound under Alexander’s boots as he walked carefully through the open space. He took each step slowly and breathed in a controlled way. The smell of wet moss and pine needles filled his lungs, making him feel steady as he stretched his arms and moved muscles he had long worked hard to hide. His movements were exact, almost peaceful, but each one took a lot of effort. He had to keep back the power that flowed under his skin. This was tiring in a way that made his heart beat fast and his arms and legs buzz with energy he wasn't using.He had chosen this spot on purpose. It was far from eyes that watched too closely, far from the constant judging of the Red Moon Pack’s older wolves and the peers who bothered him. Here, Alexander could pretend he was alone. But still, every shadow in the clearing seemed to watch him, and every rustle of leaves

Red moonlight poured through the tall windows, making the wooden floors look like they were covered in blood, just like the full moon high in the sky. Wolves of all ranks—betas, older wolves, and the few omegas—stood together, feeling uneasy, waiting for the monthly full-moon ceremony. Their breaths made white clouds in the cold air, and the soft sound of fur rubbing against stone floors broke the low hum of talk. Alexander Grey stood at the back, as usual, trying to be unseen, to hide in the shadows. But he knew the pack was watching him, judging him, quietly laughing behind their hands.A cold feeling, not from the winter air, moved through the lodge. Alexander noticed a small change, like the wind in the forest shifting. Something—or someone—was coming. The talking stopped, and voices became quiet, worried whispers. The pack became still, their fur stood up, and their claws moved, ready. Then he walked in.Caleb Thompson entered the lodge like a strong storm hitting trees. He was v

The first light from the red moon peeked through the frosty windows of the Red Moon Pack lodge. It made strange, sharp shadows dance on the old wooden floor. Alexander Grey woke up under a thin blanket. His breath puffed out in little white clouds that disappeared into the cold air. The cold went deep into his body, a feeling he knew well from a life that never had much warmth or safety. He moved slowly, feeling the muscles in his body that he had to keep hidden, the strength held back under a show of being weak. Everything he did was planned and careful; he stopped himself from using any real power. His dark hair, with streaks of silver, fell into his eyes. He pushed it back with long, pale fingers, his eyes catching the sparkle of frost on the window.The lodge was quiet, but it was a heavy quiet. It felt like the weight of all the mean thoughts that had followed him since he was born. In the corners, werewolves moved as the pack started to wake up. He heard the soft sound of feet