Novels by Joshua Egbadon

~Tatiana's POV~My smile at seeing him slowly faded. Maybe I hadn’t heard him right. I let out an awkward cackle, clinging to denial. Perhaps this was some cruel joke of his, I thought. Probably part of a prank he would play before finally revealing what he had prepared for my birthday.“Stop joking around, Draven,” I managed to whisper, forcing a shaky laugh. “I’m not falling for your little prank.”I tried to sound casual, like this was normal. “You can stay right here and wait for me while I run back to my dorm to change out of this,” I said, brushing at my ruined uniform, the stains of humiliation still clinging to me.I expected some comfort, even just a question from him. Was seeing me in this state not worth at least asking what had happened? For gods’ sake, he had been my boyfriend for over four months—what was with this sudden coldness?“I’ll quickly—”“You don’t need to bother yourself, Tatiana.” His voice cut through mine flatly. “I already told you I’m ending things here.”

~Tatiana's POV~Her scalding coffee cascaded over my hair, the burning liquid searing down my scalp and dripping onto my neck. The pain bit deep, spreading like fire under my skin, but I clenched my jaw and swallowed back the scream clawing at my throat.Veronica knew. She and her pack of loyal shadows knew exactly what they were doing. Being an omega with no wolf, pouring coffee on me wouldn't heal like theirs would. Instead, my flesh would be blistered and sting till I treat it at the clinic.“How does that feel, whore?” Veronica’s sharp and venomous voice cut through the hush of the hallway. “Exciting? Just as exciting as it must have been throwing yourself at other people’s mates?”Laughter rippled around her minions. I stared at the floor silently. Unlike with Liana, whose barbs I might have thrown back, Veronica was different. Her name alone carried the weight of fear. Daughter of the Beta to the Alpha King. Second richest in the whole packs. If the King had children of his own,

~Tatiana's POV~"The photos are fake! I would never throw myself at any man for anything, Mistress!" My voice cracked through the tense air of the academy’s headmistress’s office, my chest heaving as I struggled to defend what little dignity I had left.Her sharp eyes glinted with disdain as her shrill voice cut me down again."It doesn’t state that, Miss Veriland. The photos circulating ....... those very ones you saw yourself ...... show you sitting on the lap of an unidentified man. You were not invited to that party. According to every report I received, you forced your way in. What more is there for you to say in your defense?"Her words struck harder than a slap. My throat tightened and for a moment, I nearly caved under the weight of her judgment. But I forced my voice steady, bitter truth lacing every syllable."From the look of things, it seems you were prepared long before now to brand me as an immoral girl. What could I possibly say that would soften a heart already biased