Novels by A.B PEN

BRONTË I barely slept.Every time I close my eyes I see Alexander's hand on the bathroom door handle, see Sebastian pressed against the wall inside, see how close we came to everything falling apart.By the time morning comes I'm exhausted and my head pounds.I drag myself out of bed and get dressed, dreading going downstairs but knowing I have to.The dining room is already full when I arrive. Pack members eating breakfast, talking quietly, the usual morning routine.Alexander sits at the head of the table with his beta beside him.When he sees me, his expression doesn't change."There you are," he says, his voice neutral. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep all day.""Sorry, I didn't sleep well.""Again." He gestures to the empty chair beside him. "Sit."I sit and one of the pack members immediately brings me coffee and a plate."Thank you," I say quietly.Alexander continues his conversation with his beta about patrol schedules, but I can feel him watching me from the corner of

BRONTË Alexander drives us himself, no beta, no guards, just the two of us in his car heading away from the pack house."Where are we going?" I ask."You'll see." He reaches over and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. "I wanted to spend some time alone with you before things get even more hectic with the ceremony preparations."I look out the window as the pack territory passes by, trees and trails I've started to recognize from my time here, and I try to remember the last time Alexander and I were alone like this, just us without pack business or ceremony planning or other people watching.I can't remember."You're quiet," he says."Just tired. I didn't sleep well.""Still having those bad dreams?""Something like that.""You should talk to the pack healer. She can give you something to help you sleep." He squeezes my hand. "I need you well-rested for all the preparations coming up."We drive for another twenty minutes until the trees open up and I see water sparkling in th

BRONTË The last thing I remember is Alexander walking me upstairs and kissing my forehead at my door.And then it's morning.Irina is already up, already dressed, already pulling my wardrobe open with the kind of energy that should be illegal before eight. She holds up two dresses, comparing them, completely unbothered by the fact that I'm sitting up in bed still wearing last night's clothes."You slept in your dress," she says without turning around."I noticed.""The zipper left a mark on your back." She hangs one dress back and lays the other across the chair. "Your mother is downstairs making enough food to feed both packs. She's already cried once and it's not even eight o'clock."I reach back to find the zipper. "Can you—"She's already there, undoing it with practiced fingers. "You're really leaving today.""That was always the plan.""I know." She helps me step out of the dress, hands me the one she picked. "I just didn't think it would feel like this.""Like what?"She looks

BRONTESebastian steps inside and closes the door most of the way, leaving it open just a crack."You're back early," I say."Patrol didn't take as long as Alexander thought." He stays near the door, covered in dirt and sweat. "We need to talk about last night.""What about it?""Don't do that. Don't pretend nothing happened.""Nothing did happen. Alexander interrupted before—""Before what?" He takes a step closer. "Before we did something we can't take back?""Sebastian—""I've been out on that border all day trying not to think about it. Trying not to think about how close we were. How close I came to kissing you." He runs his hand through his hair. "And I can't stop thinking about it.""We can't do this.""I know.""Alexander is already suspicious.""I know that too.""Then why are you here?""Because I can't stay away." He moves closer. "I've tried. You know I've tried. But every time I tell myself to keep my distance, I end up right back here.""This is dangerous.""Everything a

BRONTË I slip out of my room at 11:58.The pack house is quiet, just the usual night sounds of old wood settling and distant patrol footsteps outside.I move down the corridor as quietly as I can, taking the back stairs that servants use, avoiding the main hallways where pack members might still be awake.When I reach the library, the door is closed but there's light coming from underneath.I push it open.Sebastian is standing by the window, his back to me, still wearing the clothes from patrol though he's cleaned most of the dirt off."You came," he says without turning around."You knew I would.""I hoped." He turns to face me. "I wasn't sure."I close the door behind me and lock it. "We shouldn't be doing this.""I know.""If Alexander finds out—""He won't.""You don't know that. He's already suspicious. He came to my room right after you left asking if someone had been there.""What did you tell him?""That I was alone.""And he believed you?""I don't know. Maybe." I move furt

BRONTË "Voices?" I repeat, keeping my hand on the door so he can't see past me into the room. "I don't know what you mean.""I was walking past and I heard you talking to someone.""Oh, that." I force a small laugh. "I was on the phone with Irina. She wanted to check on me.""At this hour?""She couldn't sleep either."He looks at me carefully, his eyes searching my face. "Can I come in?""Now?""Yes, now.""I was about to go to bed.""Then I'll only stay a moment." He's already moving forward and I have no choice but to step back and let him in.He walks into my room and looks around slowly, taking in every detail. The wet footprints on the floor near the window. The slight disarray of my bed where I was sitting earlier. The closed bathroom door."It's messy in here," I say, trying to draw his attention away from the bathroom."It's fine." He moves toward the window. "Why is the floor wet?""I opened the window earlier. The rain came in.""And you didn't close it?""I did, but not b

Luca's POVI had Natalia bent over the edge of the bed, pounding into her from behind while Isabella knelt beside us, sucking on my balls and licking wherever she could reach.Natalia’s moans filled the penthouse suite, so loud and desperate.“Fuck, Luca! Honey...! Harder! Don’t stop!” she cried out, pushing her ass back against me.I gripped her hips tighter and slammed into her deeper, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with her screams.Sweat dripped down my chest as Isabella looked up at me with hungry eyes and shiny lips.“My turn, please,” she begged. “I need you too.”I pulled out of Natalia, my dick glistening with her juices, and pushed Isabella onto her back.I spread her legs wide and thrust into her in one hard stroke while she arched off the bed, moaning like a whore in heat.“Oh God, yes! You’re so deep!” Isabella gasped.Natalia didn’t wait. She climbed over Isabella’s face, lowering her pussy onto her mouth, and Isabella licked her eagerly while I fucked

Sophia's POVI stood there, momentarily frozen as he glared at me like I was garbage.“Breeding vessel...” My mouth opened before I could stop it. “Luca, I won't pretend to understand that because...”Slap.My head snapped to the side so fast I saw stars, and the taste of blood filled my mouth where my tooth cut my cheek.“Run your fucking mouth at me again,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet, “and see what happens. You're nothing but a fucking breeder. So do your job and shut up.”He walked out, and the door slammed behind him like a coffin lid closing on me.I just stood there with one hand pressed against my swelling cheek, the other still clutching that stupid paper he squeezed.My whole life I'd been so careful and studied extremely hard. Four years of pre-med, four years of medical school, I was only two months away from finishing my brutal surgical residency exams. I was “this” close to finally being a fully independent attending surgeon, free to save lives on my own terms.

Sophia's POVThe room beyond was dark except for a thin line of light through the curtains.At first my brain couldn't process what I was seeing, but then my eyes adjusted and the shapes resolved into something that made my stomach drop to my feet.A man sat in the corner of the room, bound to a chair with ropes. His head hung forward, chin resting on his chest, and I could see the rise and fall of his breath.He was alive, but that small relief evaporated when I took in the rest of him. His face was swollen beyond recognition, purple and red bruises blooming across his skin.Blood had dried from his nose and a cut above his eye. Both eyes were nearly swollen shut, and a dirty rag was stuffed between his lips, tied tight around his head.I should have screamed. I should have run. But my feet were cemented to the floor, and all I could do was stare at this human wreck while my mind screamed questions I couldn't answer.Who was he? What had Luca done to him? How long had he been...“Don

Sophia's POVPanic immediately seized me and my body reacted before my brain caught up as I kicked hard with both legs, catching whoever it was square in the chest.I heard a heavy grunt as the person flew backward, slamming into the wall with a thud.“Who the hell are you?” I hissed, scrambling back on the bed with my heart pounding like it would tear out of my chest.I could hear stumbling in the darkness, furniture knocking over, and my hand fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand.The lights flicked on and Luca stood there, breathing hard with his gray eyes blazing with fury. His tux jacket was gone, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his hair messed up. He looked drunk. Really drunk. And really pissed off.“Oh my God, Luca… I didn’t know it was you!” I rushed out with my hands up. “I’m sorry, I thought...”The slap came so fast I didn’t see it.His hand cracked across my face, sending me flying back onto the bed while pain spread across my cheek. I tasted blood.“You stupid bitch,” he

Sophia's POVThe smile on my face felt like a carefully constructed mask. That's the only way I can describe it. This mask on my face as I walked down what should be the aisle of my dreams.Every girl dreams about this day, right? The white dress, the flowers, and the man waiting at the end like Prince Charming finally found his Cinderella or whatever.Cinderella got a fairy godmother. I got whatever the opposite of that is. A demon godmother, maybe. One with really expensive taste in real estate.The chapel was beautiful, I'll give them that. With crystal chandeliers and fresh flowers everywhere. But here's the thing about beautiful settings. They can lie just as well as ugly ones. I've learned that the hard way.My father walked beside me with his arm stiff through mine like he'd rather be anywhere else. Probably planning his escape route.I couldn't blame him. If I had a choice, I'd be five states away right now, drinking something strong and forgetting this whole thing ever happen