Novels by Mich Goddard

Moana’s POVThe guard’s grip bruised my skin as he shoved me through the heavy oak doors, sending a sharp jolt up my arm. My heart thundered against my ribs so loudly that I was certain they could hear it echoing through the quiet room.Think, Moana. Think.Behind me, just on the other side of that threshold, my father’s letter lay face-down in a moldy corner. A fragile, blood-stained secret waiting to be crushed beneath a careless boot. And if I looked back or panicked, they would notice. All it would take was one glance in the wrong direction, and someone here would start asking questions I am not sure I can answer.I have to keep my eyes forward and pull myself together.“I caught her lurking behind the door, Alpha,” the guard reported, his fingers digging deeper into my collarbone as he forced me a step closer to the massive desk. “She was pressed right against the wall like a spy when I saw her.”My stomach tightened in an instant.Eldrick’s gaze snapped to mine.And for a fracti

Moana’s POV "You are doing it on purpose," he hissed. "Doing what, Alpha?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Your scent," he said. He leaned down, his nose touching the skin of my neck. I shivered. "It is everywhere. I can't go into a room without smelling you. I can't eat. I can't sleep. It feels like you are pulling on a string inside my chest." "I am not doing anything," I said, tears filling my eyes. "You are the one who rejected me! You told me I was nothing! If you want the feeling to stop, then let me leave the pack!" Eldrick’s hand shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling me hard against his chest. I gasped. The touch was like an electric shock, and the pain in my heart stopped instantly. For the first time since the ceremony, I felt at peace. My wolf hummed with joy. "I can't let you leave," he whispered into my hair. His voice was soft now, almost like he was crying. "If you go too far away, the pain will kill me. And I hate you for that. I hate that my life is in your hand

Moana’s POV Sela stepped closer. She sneered at me. “So you really thought you would become Luna? Pathetic.” Elara kicked my side lightly, just enough to make me stumble. Ava laughed loudly. I tried to wipe the water off my face, but my hair stuck to my cheeks, while my dress was wet and cold. I felt everyone looking at me like I was nothing. “Look at her,” Sela said. “A rat who cleans floors.” “She really thought she could be Alpha Eldrick’s mate,” Elara said, laughing. I stayed on my knees, holding the brush like it could protect me. But it didn’t help. Sela pushed me again, making all of them laugh loudly. Finally, Sela glared at me. “You can never become Eldrick's Luna,” she said. Then she walked away. Elara and Ava followed, still laughing. I sank to my knees in the wet water as my body shook. The hall was quiet again, but I felt cold and humiliated. I finished scrubbing the floor quickly, hoping no one else would see me and humiliate me like the girls did. My bones ach

Moana’s POV The forest was so quiet that I could hear the snow falling on the leaves. I was on my knees in the cold dirt. The golden light was still glowing between my chest and Alpha Eldrick’s heart. It felt warm, like a soft blanket, but I was shaking with fear. I looked up at the high stone ledge. Eldrick stood there, looking down at me. His face was not kind. It was full of a dark, angry fire. "Please," I whispered, though my voice was too small for him to hear. I wanted to tell him that I was not my father. I wanted to tell him that I had worked hard for ten years to show I was a good wolf. But the words stayed stuck in my throat. Eldrick took a step closer to the edge of the rock. He looked at the golden cord. Then he looked at the hundreds of wolves watching us. "Look at her," Eldrick shouted. His voice was like a crack of thunder. "Look at the mate the Moon Goddess has given to your Alpha." A woman in the front row laughed. It was a mean, sharp sound. "She is a se

Moana’s POV The forest was so quiet that I could hear the snow falling on the leaves. I was on my knees in the cold dirt. The golden light was still glowing between my chest and Alpha Eldrick’s heart. It felt warm, like a soft blanket, but I was shaking with fear. I looked up at the high stone ledge. Eldrick stood there, looking down at me. His face was not kind. It was full of a dark, angry fire. "Please," I whispered, though my voice was too small for him to hear. I wanted to tell him that I was not my father. I wanted to tell him that I had worked hard for ten years to show I was a good wolf. But the words stayed stuck in my throat. Eldrick took a step closer to the edge of the rock. He looked at the golden cord. Then he looked at the hundreds of wolves watching us. "Look at her," Eldrick shouted. His voice was like a crack of thunder. "Look at the mate the Moon Goddess has given to your Alpha." A woman in the front row laughed. It was a mean, sharp sound. "She is a se

Moana’s POV The air in the forest was so cold it felt like needles on my skin. I stood in the dark shadows, my back against a large pine tree as my hands shook. They were covered in small scars from years of hard work, because I had spent the whole day cleaning and scrubbing floors at Elder Rodrigo's house. The smell of the cleaning polish was still on my fingers, stinging the little cuts on my skin. In the Blackthorn Pack, I was a ghost. My name is Moana Ashclaw, but nobody called me that. To them, I was just a servant girl. I was the girl who lived in the cold cellar and ate the leftovers from the dogs. Kyrian Ashclaw had tried to kill Alpha Eldrick, three years ago, but he failed, and he died for it. Since that day, I had been a slave to the pack to pay for his sins. "Don't look up," I whispered to myself. My breath made a little white cloud in the air. "Just stay in the dark. Let the night end. Let the moon goddess choose someone, just anyone that wouldn't reject a slave l

The note burned against my palm like a live coal as Julian’s hand stayed heavy and possessive on my thigh the entire ride back to the penthouse. I didn’t dare unfold it in the car. One wrong move, one flicker of suspicion in those sharp eyes of his, and everything would crumble. Julian looked at me, and my heart raced, hoping he had no idea about the paper. “You did excellent today at the merger event,” he said. I looked at him and forced a smile as hard as I could so it would look as genuine as possible. “Thank you, fake husband.” He looked at me for a moment and let out a low laugh, turning his gaze toward the window as the city lights blurred past. Then he moved his hand from my thigh and took my hand in his. A strange flutter spread through my stomach for the second time. Why do I feel like this? I asked myself. “Prepare yourself,” he said. “In three days, we fly to London. It’s the first official board meeting for the merger, and you, as my wife, will have to go with me.”

The Ferrari pulled into the penthouse garage, and the engine fell silent. Julian’s hand remained on my thigh, resting over the cashmere coat, but this time I didn’t move away. After seeing my father lying in that hospital bed, something inside me had changed.If pretending to be Julian’s wife was the only way to stay close to him and uncover the truth about the poison, then that was exactly what I would do. No more fighting him at every turn. I would play my role, keep up the act, and stay close until I uncovered the truth.Beside me, Julian studied me in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.“You’ve been unusually quiet,” he said, his voice calm and steady.“I’m tired,” I said, keeping my voice even.He gave a small nod and finally pulled his hand away before stepping out of the car.My eyes followed him automatically as he walked around to my side and opened the passenger door. Holding out his left hand, he looked down at me.“Let’s go inside, fake wife.”The ride up to the penthous

The heavy glass VIP entrance doors of the state hospital slid open with a soft hiss, pulling us from the angry storm into a world of harsh fluorescent lights and the sharp, sterile bite of bleach and antiseptic.The night-shift staff froze the moment Julian’s polished leather shoes clicked against the gleaming tile floors. Conversations died mid-sentence. Heads turned.The receptionist straightened herself so fast her chair squeaked.“Mr. Cross,” she breathed, her voice tight with nervous reverence. “Dr. Aris has been notified. He’s waiting on the private floor.”Julian didn’t acknowledge her. He simply kept walking, his large hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, guiding me forward with steady, possessive pressure.The touch burned through the cashmere coat, a constant reminder of who held the reins.I clutched the heavy fabric tighter around my body, the delicate white lace underneath offering no shield against the hospital’s cold air. My bare feet ached inside the cheap

The line went dead, leaving only the cold, automated hum of the dial tone echoing in my ear.Slow poisoning. Over months.A stroke that didn’t happen naturally.The phone slipped in my trembling fingers as the doctor’s grave words replayed in my mind. My gaze snapped across the master suite toward the closet doors where Julian had disappeared moments earlier.He had known who I was from the very first day my fake application as Vivian Vance landed on his desk. He had let me stay, watching and waiting like a predator studying its prey.What if his game had gone far beyond destroying our family’s fortune on Wall Street?What if he was the one who poisoned my father all along?Panic, raw and blinding, exploded in my chest. I didn’t care that I was wearing nothing but the delicate white lace set he had chosen for me earlier.I dropped the phone onto the bed and bolted across the suite, throwing open the heavy double doors in a desperate attempt to escape.I didn’t even make it past the th

Morning light cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian Cross’s penthouse like a cold warning.I woke up tangled in black silk sheets that smelled like him—warm amber, agarwood, and a dangerous kind of masculinity that stuck to the skin.My body still carried the leftover ache from the night before, every muscle remembering how easily he had pinned me down.“You’re going to be under me a lot from now on.”The words kept echoing inside my head, replaying over and over like a dark promise I couldn’t escape.I sat up fast, pulling the oversized silk shirt down over my thighs. Julian was already awake. He stood by the window in nothing but black boxer briefs, his broad back and strong legs fully on display. The Ghost of Wall Street looked untouchable, like he didn’t belong in the same world as anyone else.He turned. His sharp blue eyes moved over me in the bed. For a second, hunger flashed there, then it was gone, locked back behind his usual control.“Get up,” he said. “We’re g

The sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited near the curb, its engine purring softly beneath the storm. Before stepping inside, I stopped and turned toward him.“I need to go to my apartment first,” I said, brushing a strand of wet hair away from my face. “I need to pack my things.”Julian let out a quiet scoff, his eyes dragging slowly over my soaked body. His gaze lingered on the thin shirt clinging transparently to my skin.“You have no need for anything in that apartment,” he said coolly. “Everything will be provided for you.”“I am not your doll,” I snapped, my jaw tightening. “I can take care of myself.”Julian ignored the anger in my voice completely. His attention shifted lazily toward the open car door.“Tomorrow afternoon, I’m taking you shopping,” he said calmly. “You can buy whatever you want. No limits.”His icy gaze returned to mine, cold and commanding.“But you are not bringing garbage into my penthouse. Get in the car, Clara.”The words hit my pride like a slap. I lift