Novels by Ayinde shamura Aisha

JASMINE I don’t know when I fall asleep again. All I know is that when I do, my body feels too heavy—like I’m being held down by something I can’t see. My chest tightens, and I breathe in sharply, my lungs burning as if I’ve been running for miles. The first thing I notice is the feeling. A pull. Not painful. Not gentle either. Just… there. It wraps around my chest and settles deep in my bones, like my body recognizes something my mind refuses to accept. My heart starts racing, and panic crawls up my throat. No, I think desperately. Not again. Then I hear it. Mate. The voice is soft but firm, echoing inside my head. I freeze, my fingers curling into the bedsheets. “That’s not possible,” I whisper hoarsely. But the voice doesn’t disappear. I have always been here. The room fades. Suddenly, I’m no longer in the hospital. I’m standing under a silver sky, the ground glowing faintly beneath my feet. The air feels alive—thick with power, ancient and wild. I turn slowly, my

MAVERICK The room feels too small for the thoughts crowding my head. I stand near the window of the hospital room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, forcing myself not to pace. The steady beep of the machines is the only thing grounding me, reminding me that she’s alive. Breathing. Safe. Barely. My wolf is restless, pacing inside me like a caged beast. She’s our mate, Jax keeps repeating, like saying it enough times will make it make sense. I drag a hand down my face and close my eyes—and the memory hits me hard. Flashback The door had exploded off its hinges. Roseline. She stood there half-shifted, wolf ears sharp, fangs bared, claws out, rage rolling off her in suffocating waves. I barely had time to react before she launched herself at me. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?!” Her voice shook the walls. Before she could reach me, Beta Corey grabbed her mid-air, holding her suspended until she stopped thrashing. Her eyes—so much like Jasmine’s—burned into me with pure ha

JASMINEAt first there is nothing.No sound. No light. Just a deep, hollow, darkness that wraps around me, heavy and unnaturally still. It feels wrong–too quiet, like even my wolf has gone silent. That’s what frightens me the most. A faint ache pulse through my skull, slow and rhythmic, like a distant drum. My head feels too heavy to lift, my limbs weighted down as if i’ve been drugged. I try to reach for my wolf, for that familiar presence that is always there–Nothing answers.Panic stirs, sharp, and instinctive.I inhale suddenly, the scent of earth and pine flooding my senses before i’m fully awake. The smell is too strong, too vivid. My wolf stirs weakly in response, a low whimper curling in the back of my mind. “I’m alive” she murmurs faintly. Relief washes through me, trembling and fragile. My body feels wrong–drained, overextended, like i shifted without meaning to and paid the price. A dull burn lingers beneath my skin, especially along my spine and shoulders, the famil

MAVERICK“Mate,” I hear my wolf call out.I freeze.Mate? What mate?“Jax, go back to sleep,” I mutter.Our mate is dead. Even after all these years, my wolf and I are still grieving. But today is not about us.Then my nose catches that scent again, and Jax starts howling happily inside my head. I can feel how badly he wants out. My senses sharpen instantly—my vision becomes clearer, my hearing more acute, my nose picking up scents faster than normal. I know I could shift at any moment.“Jax, stop!” I say, struggling to restrain both myself and my wolf, which is never an easy task.I scan my surroundings quickly, trying to locate the source of the scent. It’s close—too close—and whatever it is has my wolf on edge.“Mate, mate, mate, mate,” Jax sings in my head, and a pounding headache follows.I look around furiously, and then I see her.Standing at the entrance of the Mate Meeting Arena is a beautiful woman dressed in purple. Her long curly hair cascades down her back, and she seems

JASMINEIt's Mate meeting day, and Daisy, Eva, and I are in my room getting dressed. Daisy bought a maroon-colored Mermaid dress, Eva bought a blue-colored dress, and I bought a short purple halter-neck bodycon dress with a slit at the front. I look at myself in the mirror; my complexion looks better, my round face looks pretty, my pouty lips are shiny, and my full curly hair hangs down my back. “I look beautiful,” I mutter to myself, “I can’t believe this is me.” “Well, that’s you, and you indeed look fabulous, cute, and sexy,” says Eva as she hugs me from behind. “I’m sure a lot of eyes will be on you,” Daisy says with a wink.I’m sure too, now that my mate passed, a lot of men who have not gotten their mate will try to ask for my hand. I don’t think I’m ready for that. I just want to live for myself. For years, I’ve waited and kept myself for my mate so I can experience the never-ending love that comes with the Mate bond like my parents and other mated members in the pack. Now

MAVERICKI did not have to chase them out of my house cause they left after two hours. After they left, I stood in a silent house full of memories. I met my mate Alice at the last Mate meeting, gathering my pack held. FLASHBACK…I stood at the entrance of the pack, welcoming people from other packs, when my nose picked up a very sweet cinnamon mixed with a strawberry smell. My wolf was jumping inside of me and howling happily, and I just knew that my mate was around, but I could not see her. I was not worried because I knew we would still meet inside during the gathering. After I was done welcoming people into the pack, the gathering began, and all without mates lined up, male on one side, female on the side. Instantly, people started finding their mate. I picked up that same sweet smell towards my right and walked towards the right trying to pinpoint where that smell was coming from, and I laid my eyes on her. It felt like I was in heaven. She ran into my arms, and it felt electr