Novels by Nora

“…reasons. I wish you hadn’t gone against them because of me. You would have to face the Council now.”My voice faded into a whisper as my jaw tightened, my gaze dropping once more. The weight of it all pressed heavily on my chest—every consequence, every mistake.“It’s all because of my bad luck. Nothing good ever comes from staying around me,” I murmured. “I believe it’s better if I stay away from you.”The words felt final, like a wall I was forcing into place between us.But then—My breath caught.My heart leapt into my throat as I felt his hand gently tug mine back. Before I could react, he lifted it, guiding it toward his face. His lips brushed softly against my knuckles, sending a strange, electric warmth rushing through me.“I think my instruction wasn’t clear,” he said, his voice low—deep and steady, yet laced with something that made my skin prickle.Heat rose to my cheeks, spreading through me like fire.“You belong to me from now on,” he continued, his gaze locking onto m

Silence stretched between us like a drawn blade.The moment his eyes landed on me, I knew he could see straight through every wall I had built. There was nowhere to hide beneath that cold, piercing gaze. My breath turned shallow, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag until they ached.He took one slow step forward.Instinct begged me to move back, to flee before he came any closer, but my feet refused to obey. I stood frozen, forcing myself to meet his stare even as my pulse thundered in my ears.“I know I am nothing but a burden to you,” I said softly, though the words scraped my throat raw. “I won’t stand in the way of this marriage. If you want me gone, I’ll leave. I’ll disappear and stay far from your life.”For a second, he said nothing.Then something shifted in his expression—something dark and unreadable.He moved closer, the distance between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth of his body and breathe in the sharp scent of cedar and rain that clung to him. My

---“Alpha, are you certain—”“That’s enough.” Kyle didn’t raise his voice this time, yet the command in it was absolute. His Beta fell silent instantly as Kyle lifted a single hand, dismissing any further argument.“I meant every word,” he continued, his tone unyielding. “I will not change my decision. Facing the Council is far preferable to standing beside an ally like Smith.”A heavy silence followed.Dad’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening until the muscles ticked. “You will regret this, Kyle,” he said through clenched teeth. “I only hope you come to your senses before it’s too late. My invitation will not remain open forever.”Kyle didn’t even look at him.Instead, his gaze shifted—to me.For a fleeting moment, the storm in his steel-gray eyes softened, the harsh edges easing into something quieter… something almost reassuring.“Let’s go, wife.”---Some time later, I stood outside the packhouse, a small bag resting at my feet. I hadn’t taken much—only what I needed. There

Silence draped itself over the room, heavy and suffocating, as the truth finally settled into our minds. I felt my breath slip past my parted lips, shallow and uncertain, while my eyes remained fixed on the man before me—the one most of the country feared. Kyle mason. His name alone carried weight, authority, power. And now, standing here, it all made sense. He was the Alpha of Blackwood. The command in his presence, the effortless way he challenged my father—an Alpha in his own right—without even a flicker of hesitation.My fingers brushed against the rough fabric of his expensive coat, grounding me in the moment. Alpha or not, there was something else about him—something almost hypnotic. His aura wrapped around me, pulling me in, as though I were slipping into a quiet, dangerous trance.Across from us, Dad’s pupils widened in disbelief. “But… I heard—”“You heard exactly what you were meant to hear,” Kyle cut in smoothly, his voice calm but unyielding. “After I signed the marriage p

So he was the Alpha’s son—the heir of the red moon pack in the West.That explained the arrogance… but not the lack of skill.Either their training had failed him, or he had simply chosen to ignore it. From what I’d seen, his movements were clumsy, his reflexes slow. In a real battle, he wouldn’t last long enough to take a second breath. Even the newest trainees in our camp could outmatch him without breaking a sweat.A faint smirk tugged at my lips.“I suppose I should be grateful,” I said coolly, touching the bridge of my nose. “Breaking it is all you managed. With the way you were plotting, I expected something far more impressive.”I raised a brow at him, almost amused by the whole situation.Before he could respond, his attention shifted to Luana.“So,” he said, his tone laced with mockery, “you’re really going to fight me… for her?”He laughed, low and sharp.“You don’t even know what she is.” His eyes darkened. “That girl is nothing but bad luck. A curse. Stay close to her, and

They must have assumed I held no real authority over blackwood. After all, I did not share mason’s blood like his other two sons. I couldn’t fault them for that belief. The truth had been carefully contained—known only within my pack. To the rest of the world, the announcement had yet to be made.Her gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate, before settling back on my face. A faint smile curved her lips. “Don’t worry,” she said lightly, “your physique makes up for it. I’d expect nothing less from the one they call the ‘Mad Beast’ of the North.” A soft giggle escaped her, her fingers brushing against her lips, and that was when I noticed it—the glint of a wedding band resting on her middle finger.“Why not wait in the living room?” he suggested, his tone easy, almost too easy. “We can have a pleasant chat. Luana is still getting ready. You know how girls can be.” He laughed, but the deception sat plainly on his face.Let me out.Drake’s voice thundered inside my head, low and restless.