Novels by J_Writes

Astrid’s POVThe words hung in the air between us like a blade. “I can smell your arousal from here. Who is making you aroused, Astrid?”My heart slammed so hard I was sure he could hear it. I opened my mouth but nothing came out at first. The Hall of Verdict was empty now except for the two of us. The high table still held the papers from the elders’ meeting. Morning light cut across the floor in sharp lines.“I… I do not know what you mean, Alpha,” I said. My voice sounded thin even to my own ears.Xavier stayed seated, but his eyes never left my face. He tilted his head slightly, studying me the way a predator studies something that has already been caught.“Do not lie to me.” His tone stayed quiet, almost calm, which somehow made it worse. “I asked a simple question. Who is making you smell like this?”I took a small step back. “No one. Maybe it is just the stress of the morning. Or the potion. Sometimes it—”He stood up in one smooth motion. The chair scraped lightly against the

Astrid’s POVXavier’s mouth was on mine before I could even breathe. He kissed me hard and deep, like he had been starving for it. His tongue pushed past my lips and claimed every part of my mouth. I tried to pull back but his hand was already in my hair, holding me still.He broke the kiss only long enough to growl against my lips. “I have wanted this for so long.”Then he spun me around and pushed me against the cold stone wall. My back hit it with a soft thud. His hands were everywhere. He yanked my dress up around my waist and tore my undergarment down in one rough motion. I heard the fabric rip. His own clothes were already open. The thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and heavy.“Xavier, we should not—”He thrust into me in one deep stroke. The stretch burned and filled me completely. A broken sound left my throat. He did not give me time to adjust. He started fucking me hard against the wall, each thrust slamming me higher onto my toes. His hands gripped my

Xavier’s PovI left Astrid’s quarters and walked the quiet halls back toward my own chambers. I still could not fully believe I had followed her instructions and stepped out of a servant’s room simply because she asked. The strange part was that I liked the sound of it. I liked that she had spoken to me that way.My thoughts drifted as I walked. I pictured her lying on that small bed the way I had left her. Then the image shifted. I imagined her lying on me instead, her body warm and soft against mine, her breath against my neck. The thought alone made my cock stir.Erevos’s voice slid through my mind, low and mocking. Your thoughts are so dirty. You would devour her right now.I answered him without slowing my steps. “So would you.”“Oh, look who has energy to talk back,” he said. “ I see you finally found your spine.”“I am you and you are me,” I told him. “If I want her, you want her too. Stop acting like a pathetic loser.”Erevos laughed darkly. “If I am a pathetic loser, then you

Astrid’s PovI paced slowly across the small room, forcing myself to stay awake. If I sat on that soft mattress for even a moment I knew sleep would take me. Tonight I could not allow it. I needed to finish what I had started for Xavier. The thought still felt strange. Who would have believed I would stay up at this hour trying to help the same Alpha who had once dragged me into this castle as a prisoner?I stopped by the window and looked out at the dark sky. My mind drifted back to Aliya’s words from earlier. The way she had asked if I planned to join them. Heat crawled across my skin as unwanted images followed. Aliya on top of him. His hands on her. The two of them moving together in the dark. I pressed my lips together hard.Why did I care? It should mean nothing to me. Yet the idea of them touching each other in ways no one else should see made something tight and uncomfortable twist in my chest. I told myself it was only leftover tension from the day. Nothing more.A very soft

Astrid’s PovI stepped out of the Alpha’s chambers and walked a few paces away from the guards. Once I was sure they could not hear me clearly, I muttered under my breath in a high, mocking voice.“Oh baby. Baby, how are you doing? Baby, how are you?”I rolled my eyes. She had practically run when the Alpha ordered everyone to leave, yet she came back acting so concerned. So fake. What did the Alpha even see in her? She forced herself on him like it meant nothing. Talking about mating so openly while she could not even stay when things got difficult. Disgusting.I did not realize I had spoken the last word out loud.“What are you talking about?” Talon’s voice came from behind me. “Why are you talking to yourself, Astrid? Are you talking about your Luna?”I jumped and spun around. “I am sorry, Beta. I was not talking about anybody. I was just… singing a song.”Talon raised one eyebrow. “It does not sound or seem like a song, Astrid.”I bowed my head quickly. Damn it. Why was I already

Xavier’s POVI hated the interruption more than anything.If there was ever a moment I truly hated being Alpha, it was this one. Someone had decided to walk into my chambers while Astrid’s hands were still on my skin. While her cool cloths were easing the fire under my flesh. While I was finally starting to breathe again.Her touch had felt good. Too good. I had been enjoying every careful stroke across my chest and neck. Then the door opened and the moment shattered.Aliya’s voice came first.“Oh baby, I had to call the Moon Goddess. I had to. I had to call the healers. What’s wrong? Are you okay now?”She rushed forward and turned sharply on Astrid.“What are you doing to him? What are you keeping him like this for?”Astrid’s voice came out small. “I was trying to make his temperature go down.”I spoke before Aliya could say more. “Let Astrid be.”Aliya shook her head and wrapped her arms around me instead. “Are you fine? Are you better now? Oh, your body is still so hot.”The Moon

Nolan’s PovMason hasn’t shut up about this job for six straight hours.We’re down in the bunker, concrete walls, no windows, racks of rifles gleaming under LED strips, servers humming like angry bees. Mason hunched over his laptop, fingers flying, mouth running twice as fast.“This is suicide, Nolan. Straight-up insane. Vice president’s son? Secret Service crawling up his ass twenty-four seven? For what…some shadow donor’s election hard-on?”I don’t look up from cleaning the suppressor in my hands. “Six hundred grand, Mason. That’s what.”He snorts. “Yeah, and a closed-casket funeral with the flag folded real pretty. I haven’t even fucked a Vietnamese girl yet. Or an Italian guy. I have plans, man. Plans that don’t include a sniper round to the skull.”Asher kicks his boots up on a crate. “Stop whining. We scope, we hack, we ghost. Same dance, bigger stage.”Mason flips him off without looking. “Easy for you to say. Your brain isn’t ninety percent dick.”“Jealousy is ugly, brother.”

Nolan's PovI shouldn’t still be thinking about her.The red-haired girl.The one who couldn’t even look at me without flinching.Something about her stuck in my mind like a thorn I couldn’t pull out. Maybe it was the way she avoided my eyes. Maybe it was the way she looked like she wanted to vanish into her own skin.Maybe… it was the way I recognized that kind of fear.Asher’s voice snapped me from the thought.“Now that she’s probably home… Can we go meet Vincent?”I gave a small nod. The driver already understood, turning the car and pulling out into the street.Vincent’s mansion was impossible to miss, cameras everywhere, tall iron gates, security systems you needed money and blood to access. The moment our license plate scanned, the gates opened like the mouth of something hungry.We stepped out in front of the main building and pressed our palms against the fingerprint pad. The thick door chimed and slid open.One of Vincent’s men appeared immediately.“Boss wants you in his st

Teresa’s Pov If boredom could kill, I would’ve flatlined three hours ago.Another office. Another white room. Another pointless check-up I didn’t ask for. I swear the doctors in this building must think I’m made of glass with how they keep prodding and poking. Meanwhile, Caroline walked beside me like she owned the entire damn hospital, heels clicking, perfume loud enough to choke someone.I hated being here.But I hated the consequences of refusing her even more.Lunch break finally came, and Caroline abandoned me in her office like she always did. I didn’t complain. Silence was better than her voice anyway. I curled into the chair and scrolled through social media, pretending that the entire day didn’t feel like a punishment someone forgot to name.And then, stupidly, my mind drifted back to him.The man from the morning.Dark hair. Grey eyes. Built like sin and carved like he was daring someone to touch him. I’d barely looked at him for five seconds, yet somehow he burned into my

Nolan's PovBlood doesn’t bother me anymore.The man on the floor—Ty—was shaking so hard the chains rattled against the concrete. His nose was broken, lips split, bruises spreading like a map. He kept begging, his voice cracking, his breath sharp and desperate.None of it moved me.I kept the gun steady, aimed right between his eyes. “Ty,” I said calmly, “where is the money?”“I—I swear, Nolan, I didn’t take anything!” he cried. “I don’t know where it went. Please, you have to believe me….”I clicked off the safety.He froze. “Wait—wait, I’ll tell you! Please, just promise me something.”I raised a brow. “You’re on your knees, drenched in your own regrets, and you want promises? Go on.”He swallowed. “Just let me walk away. I’ll disappear. I won’t breathe a word, just let me—”“And how exactly do I know you’re telling the truth?” I asked.His throat bobbed. “Call my assistant. He knows the accounts, he’ll tell you I’m not lying.”I lowered the gun slightly and nodded. “Call him.”Ty’s

Teresa’s Pov Mothers are supposed to love you unconditionally, right? Protect you. Sacrifice for you.Mine watches me get fucked by strangers and then locks herself in her room to get off to the memory. Sometimes she watches.Yeah. That kind of mother.Hi. I’m Teresa. I'm twenty-one years old. My real mom died when I was twelve, she died of cancer. Dad remarried less than two years later. He married Caroline. Dr. Caroline goddamn Cortez, a respected psychologist, savior of addicts, one-on-one therapist to the broken and the rich. She smiled at me when she got newly wedded to my dad, held my hand like she gave a shit, and six years later my dad dropped dead of a heart attack in the driveway. Left me everything. And nothing. Because everything now belongs to her.The house. The money. Me.I’m sitting at the dining-room table pretending to scroll on my phone while Caroline laughs too loud at something the guy next to her says. He’s new. They’re always new. Slick hair, cheap cologne, we