Novels by A.B PEN

NARAYA“Tell me you are joking, Raya.” Zilla's eyes widened behind her glasses. I lowered my gaze, suddenly picking interest in tracing the lines in my palm.“I’m not.”“Geez, Raya, you are twenty-three, not eighteen. How could you let that happen?”Neither of us spoke for a moment as we let the music in the bar take over.“Was that why you wanted to propose to him?” her voice came in a whisper.I nodded a bit too casually while still playing with my palm.“Oh girl.” Her eyes moistened as she pulled my hands into hers. “Why didn't you tell me sooner?”Zilla didn't wait for a response and jumped right into her next question. “How far gone are you? I know a doctor friend. He can help you take care of—”“That’s exactly why I didn't tell you,” I interrupted, pulling my hands back. “Because I knew you’d suggested this.”“Don't tell me you are planning on keeping that…” she pointed at my belly, “—that thing, knowing full well the kind of monster its father is.”“Please, ma’am, keep your voi

NARAYAMost wolves reluctantly settle for the option of a chosen mate only when they have completely exhausted all hopes of finding their fated mate after decades of waiting. Or perhaps when their true fated mate passes from this world—that’s also after years of emptiness and loneliness.But those rules didn't apply to Alpha Roger.He had chosen my replacement even while I was standing right in front of him, alive and well. Telling me not to take anything to heart.“You look like you could use a drink,” a bartender at mine and Zilla's favourite hangout spot urged as I slid into a corner booth. This part of BloodMoon Pack was never truly asleep.“No. Water is fine,” I forced a smile so he could just leave me the fuck alone and get on with other orders.“Water coming up for table twelve, then,” he reciprocated my smile, his a little more cheerful, before disappearing into the section meant only for staff.I had actually thought Roger didn't mean what he said until he eventually went ups

NARAYA“Roger… where are you?” Melissa's voice drifted down the corridor. Her heels echoing closer.The aggressive heat in Roger's eyes melted into a cold panic. He dropped his hand from my shirt, stepping back just enough to break the intimate space between us.“Play along,” he whispered, his orbs boring into mine.“Yes, Naraya,” he started, even before my brain caught on. “I know Melissa isn't from around here. But she's the one my heart has chosen. She's the one I love. And I know the people of Bloodmoon Pack would accept her as well.”Roger's silver eyes softened for a second, flashing a desperate, pleading look into mine.“There you are,” Melissa smiled, coming into view.“Hey, darling.” Roger closed the distance between them, dragging me along. He tilted his body toward Melissa, and they shared a kiss. Again. “I just had a word with my sister. Hope I didn't keep you waiting?”“Not at all,” she replied warmly. “The kids were asking for their daddy.”Her green eyes moved toward me

NARAYA“Daddy? Who is this woman?”A cold, unexplainable ache ripped through my chest as the little boy’s words echoed in my head for a few seconds.My Roger... Daddy?I stared at Roger, waiting for an explanation. A laugh. An indication that the pup was lying, joking, or even wrong.But his face was completely stoic.“Roger, what the fu—”“Hey, hun,” a smooth, melodious voice cut through the air.My “fu—” died on my tongue.A she-wolf stepped out from the shadows behind him, a designer suitcase rolling behind her. I tore through her with my eyes. Platinum blonde hair, sharp green eyes, full painted lips, and long legs. She looked nothing like a wolf from BloodMoon Pack.My gaze shifted from the woman to Roger, blood boiling in my veins. I felt my fangs almost shooting out.Roger's face lit up, showcasing that damn charming smile of his. The one he used to give me after a fight. But now...“Hey, darling,” he murmured.The blonde-haired woman beamed right back at him, oblivious to the

NARAYA“Do you really think he would choose you over the Pack?” Zilla growled, stomping up the stairs behind me. Her fingers tightened around the flower basket.My jaw clenched.Tonight had to be flawless.After three months away, Alpha Roger—my mate, and the Pack's pride, was finally returning home. While the central square buzzed with guards and elders preparing a massive public welcome, I wanted to give him a private one.I took the remaining stairs two at a time and skidded to a stop. The BloodMoon crest carved into Roger's double doors whispered both power and authority.A growl burned in my throat.“Please, Zilla,” I forced her name through my teeth. “Just this once... be supportive.”“Supportive?” she hissed. “Raya, this man disappeared for months and barely called. The entire Pack is acting like a hero is returning from war, and the best way you can think to welcome him is this?”Heat flared up the back of my neck as her mouth kept moving.Of course Zilla didn't get it.How co