Novels by Lady Babe

"Will you mark me with this? For the pack to see?" Peter asked, his baritone dipping into that dangerous, velvety territory that always made my inner wolf stir."…Okay," I whispered after a heavy beat, my heart hammering against my ribs.Wasn't this supposed to be a strategic alliance for the hockey merger? Why is he treating these ancient rituals like they're the only thing that matters? I wondered, my pulse racing. My palm was starting to sweat as I took the silver band and slowly slid it onto his finger, the metal cool against his burning skin.Peter didn't let go. He laced his powerful fingers through mine, lifting our joined hands toward the light of the Moon Hall, and snapped a quick photo with his device."Alright, let's head to the estate. My Luna, it’s time to move your scent into the Draven Alpha den," Peter said, his tone thick with a playful, possessive anticipation.While I was composed in the back of the Alpha Vehicle, Peter was busy on the pack-link. He posted a photo o

"I can’t keep stalling. The pack hierarchy demands blood or gold, and right now, my coffers are dry. If I want to sit at the high table of the Moon Council, I have to sacrifice a piece of the Stone territory," Dominic muttered, pacing his study like a caged beast."Territory is just dirt if you don't have the strength to hold it, Dominic. Think of the future," I countered, my voice flat as I watched him struggle with his own greed."You’re right. AetherTech is bleeding out. Without an influx of resources, the pack will starve by winter. Even a minor trade agreement with the Draven Pack would keep us dominant for a decade," he admitted, his eyes gleaming with the desperate light of a failing Alpha.I didn't argue. I just waited for the inevitable surrender. My phone vibrated against my thigh as I stepped out of the manor. It was a message from Dominic, the ink barely dry on his decision.[The transfer of the twenty-five percent stake in the Ice Hockey Division starts today. I'm calling

“It’s nothing. Are you catching a scent, Dominic?” Freya asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of a shift.“I’m perfectly fine. My senses are sharp. Stop hovering like an omega. And when you find the time, ensure Vanessa learns the etiquette of the High Court. I don’t want her causing a territorial dispute at her bonding ceremony,” Dominic remarked, his voice dropping into a low, frustrated growl that made the air vibrate.Vanessa stood frozen, her inner wolf pacing with agitation.Why is my bloodline always the target? she thought, her teeth belling in a silent snarl.As the mountain mist thickened, shifting into a relentless, icy downpour that smelled of pine and ozone, I realized I was without a cloak. My bangs plastered against my forehead, dripping into my eyes. I lifted my leather satchel over my head, a pathetic shield against the wrath of the Cheshire Pack skies.Through the curtain of the storm, a shadow materialized. He didn't walk; he prowled with the predatory gr

"Enough of this howling nonsense! I’ve reached my limit. I don’t want to hear another growl. Move along, I have a high-ranking client arriving for a consultation shortly," Elder Magnus Draven barked, dismissing Victor with a weary wave of his hand that carried the weight of a Pack Alpha.As Aria Stone stepped into the Law Chambers, she caught sight of Victor emerging from Magnus’s office, his expression as grave as a winter moon.Victor noticed her and jerked his chin toward the back corridor. "In my office. Now."Aria immediately sensed the primal urgency in his tone and followed him, her pulse racing like a hunted deer.Dominic and Lila exchanged glances across the hall, their eyes reflecting a mix of pack concern and confusion. For a fleeting moment, it felt as if the very oxygen had been drained from the corridor, leaving only the scent of oncoming rain."Alpha," Aria spoke softly, her voice barely a breath. One glance at Victor’s face told her the bond of this situation was sever

“He is still awake,” I muttered to myself, watching the little green dot next to Alpha Peter Draven’s name on my screen. I hadn't replied to his last six messages about the ‘bonding bed.’ I couldn't. Every time I tried to type, my heart did a frantic little dance against my ribs that felt far too much like hope.I threw my phone across the furs of my bed and stared at the ceiling of my apartment. I was a Stone. I was a legal shark for the Stone Legal Chambers. I wasn't supposed to get flustered by a High Alpha’s late-night growls.Meanwhile, in a high-rise den across the city, Dustin was jolted out of a deep sleep by the rhythmic vibration of his phone. He groaned, squinting at the caller ID before answering.“Peter, it is three in the morning. Unless the Northbridge territory is being invaded by silver-bullets, hang up.”“Let me ask you something,” Peter’s voice came through, gravelly and frustrated. “Why do females simply stop acknowledging links? I know she’s seeing them. Her scent

“Aria, get back inside before I lose my temper and shift right here on your porch.”Ethan’s voice was a jagged rasp, his eyes glowing a dangerous amber in the moonlight. I stood my ground, my silk nightgown fluttering against my legs, the heavy wool cardigan pulled tight around my neck. My hair was a tangled mess, but I didn't care.“You’ve got exactly sixty seconds to bark whatever is on your mind, Ethan. Then I’m calling the Council enforcers to trespass you from Stone territory.”Ethan’s gaze dropped, lingering on the pale skin of my collarbone where my bond-mark used to be. I saw him swallow hard, his scent thick with a mixture of repressed longing and territorial aggression. He looked like a wolf who had been starved for a month and was finally seeing meat.I felt a wave of pure revulsion wash over me. I yanked the cardigan shut, overlapping the fabric to hide every inch of skin from his prying eyes. “If you’re here to admire the view, you’re about a month too late. Speak.”“Was