Novels by Eyareosowo Cletus

Chapter 20Amara’s POVThe stairs leading up to the servant attic were narrow, steep, and coated in a thick layer of dust.Every step felt like dragging a serrated blade through my unhealed stomach. My breath came in ragged, wheezing gasps, my hands scraping against the rough brick walls just to keep my body upright. By the time I pushed open the creaky wooden door, the faint heat from the lower floors had completely vanished, replaced by a freezing, drafty bite that cut straight to my bones.The attic was tiny, lit only by a cracked dormer window that let in the pale, icy moonlight. A single rusted cot sat in the corner, stripped of sheets, its bare mattress stained and smelling of damp straw.I collapsed onto the thin mattress, pulling my knees up toward my chest as violent shivers wracked my frame. Tears slipped down my cheeks, hot against my freezing skin.Look at you, a bitter, dark voice whispered inside my mind. Discarded. Starving. Bleeding.Naya, my inner wolf, suddenly lifte

Chapter 19Amara’s POVThe silence stretching through the double-height grand room was so absolute I could hear the crackle of the embers in the hearth and the ragged, shallow sound of my own breath.Michael stood frozen in the firelight, his dark shirt half-unbuttoned, his golden wolf eyes wide with incredulous shock. Beside him on the massive leather sofa, Sienna scrambled to pull up the silk straps of her dress, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide as she stared at me huddled on the cold stone floor in the shadow of the pillar.For a terrifying, agonizing moment, nobody moved.Then, a slow, sickening smirk curved the corner of Michael’s lips."Amara," he purred, his voice dripping with smooth, arrogant amusement as he adjusted his cuffs. He stepped over the low rug, his heavy boots echoing off the fifty-foot vaulted ceilings as he approached me like a predator inspecting a piece of stray meat that had voluntarily walked back into his kitchen. "Look at you. Crawling across an entire co

Chapter 18Amara’s POVHis large palm felt like a furnace against my cold skin, but the heat wasn't enough to burn away the sharp, terrifying reality settling into my bones.Alpha Raymond.The name alone had crushed kingdoms. Standing in this immaculate, high-tech corridor with his silver eyes fixed on mine, holding the hand of a man who owned entire defense syndicate networks and commanded armies, I felt smaller than I ever had in my life. And yet, beneath the staggering weight of his identity, the raw, humiliating truth of my situation rose up to choke me.He was offering me a fortress. He was offering me his home.And I was a broken, disgraced former Luna who had stumbled into his bed during a moment of weak, desperate agony in a Florence lounge.I slowly slid my hand out of his grip. The loss of his contact immediately brought back the cold chill of the corridor, but I forced myself to stand tall, tucking my hands into the pockets of the plush robe."Thank you, Alpha Raymond," I s

Chapter 17Amara’s POV"I'm not going anywhere with you."The words left my lips with a shaky, defensive sharp edge. I pulled the heavy silk duvet tighter around my shoulders, my fingers clutching the fabric like a shield as I stared up at the giant of a man standing at the foot of the bed.Raymond didn't flinch. He didn't growl, nor did he flex the crushing Alpha aura that most high-ranking wolves used to beat their subjects into submission. He simply stood there, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his tailored trousers, his piercing silver eyes holding mine with an infuriating, unbothered calm."You are in no condition to survive on the streets of Italy alone, Amara," he said smoothly. His voice was a rich, low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. "Your pills were destroyed. Your internal bleeding was only stabilized hours ago. If you walk out of those doors, you won't make it three blocks before your body collapses—or before another pair of Silver Moon e

Chapter 16 Raymond’s POV The rain had stopped by three in the morning, leaving behind a slick, reflective sheen on the stone balustrade of the balcony. The scent of ozone, wet earth, and salt sea air drifted through the open glass doors, cutting through the heavy, dark oak scent of my private study. On the mahogany desk behind me, the tablet lay face up. The digital profile remained illuminated, casting a soft, blue glow against the high ceilings. Fugitive Name: Amara. Status: Former Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. Ex-Wife of Alpha Michael. I took a slow drag from a thin cigar, the amber ember glowing in the dim light before I let the gray smoke curl out into the night air. My mind was sharp, methodical, cold—the way it always became when a war was brewing on the horizon. Michael. My mind dragged up the image of my son. The last time I had looked Michael in the eye was six years ago in the grand pavilion of the Northern Council. Even then, his aura was poisoned by ambition—a you

Chapter 15Amara’s POVThe world spun on a nauseating, bloody axis.The sound of the severed limb hitting the wet pavement with a heavy, sickening thud was still echoing in my ears when the rest of the violence erupted around me.The guard who had been holding my arms released me so fast I collapsed onto my knees, my palms scraping against the sharp asphalt. The man who had lost his arm was writhing on the ground, high-pitched, gargled screams tearing from his throat as crimson sprayed uncontrollably over the brick wall."Who the fuck—!" the surviving guard yelled, frantically reaching for the tactical pistol holstered at his hip.He never drew it.Out of the dense, rain-soaked shadows of the alley, a figure materialized. He didn't walk; he moved like a phantom, a dense aura of ancient, predatory violence rolling off him in suffocating waves.Raymond.His dark coat was unbuttoned, his silver-gray eyes glowing in the gloom with a terrifying, unnatural light. Before the Silver Moon guar

Chapter FiveYasmin’s POVThe scream had not come from the ballroom itself, but from the corridor leading to the private mating rooms, the sacred chambers reserved for fated couples to privately complete their bonds.A wave of movement swept through the crowd. Instinct took over, and within seconds, a stampede of pack members was rushing toward the sound. Ella grabbed my wrist, pulling me along with her as we followed the hurried footsteps.When we reached the arched entrance of the hallway, the crowd abruptly stopped, forming a tight, suffocating semi-circle. I squeezed through the gap, my heart hammering against my ribs, and the sight before me made my world tilt completely on its axis.The door to one of the mating rooms had been kicked wide open. Inside, illuminated by the harsh overhead lights, was Daniel. But he was not waiting for his fated mate.He was actively engaged in a passionate, frantic embrace with another man on the velvet chaise lounge.It was graphic, raw, and compl

Chapter 4 Yasmin’s POVMy thumbs hovered over the keyboard, shaking so violently I could barely type.Tell me this is a joke, I texted my best friend, Ella. It cannot be true.A second later, Ella’s bubble popped up, the typing dots dancing agonizingly before her reply appeared. Nobody knows for sure yet! The whole Academy is losing their minds. Apparently, two guys were caught making out in the dark corner of the combat hall last night. The photo on the school blog is so blurry it looks like it was taken on a potato.I zoomed in on the attached image. It was a pixelated, shadowed mess of two figures tangled against the concrete wall of the training gym. But as I stared at the edge of the frame, my heart did a cold, sickening flip.On the bench right next to them was a discarded wool scarf. It was dark green with a distinct cream stripe.Daniel’s scarf, my mind whispered.I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the thought. No. It couldn't be him. Daniel was a sweet, tra

Chapter Three Yasmin’s POV I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to meet his piercing gaze, and took a step back. The heat of my blush felt like it was burning through my skin. "I am so sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling as I stared at his heavy black leather boots. "I should not be here. I should have knocked. I... I should just go." Before I could take another retreating step, his massive hands reached out and caught my arms. Despite his size and the brutal, animalistic strength I had just witnessed in his office, his grip was incredibly gentle. He did not pull me closer, but he held me firmly enough to ground me. "Hey, kiddo. Calm down," Roman said. His voice was no longer a low, predatory purr; it was a steady, grounding rumble. "Is your father okay? Is he alive?" The sheer relief of his question made me nod rapidly. "Yes. Yes, he is alive." Roman let out a long, slow sigh, his broad shoulders dropping slightly. "Good. Now, what brings you here?" I looked down at my sneaker

Chapter 2Yasmin’s POV The heavy mahogany doors gave way with a quiet, expensive sigh, but the scene waiting on the other side hit me with the force of a physical blow.Before my eyes could even register what was happening, the thick, heavy scent of premium tobacco and cedarwood invaded my senses. It was a rich, intoxicating smell, but it was laced with something far more primal and raw.My feet fused to the floor. The air inside my lungs turned to solid ash, leaving me completely unable to breathe.Standing behind the massive glass desk was a man who looked less like a human and more like a predatory force of nature. He was easily the most beautiful, terrifying person I had ever seen. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, his dark hair was a messy ruin, and his broad, tan chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged movements.But he was not alone.A woman was bent over the sleek glass surface of his desk, her fingers clawing at the polished edges. She was completely lost to her own pl

Chapter 1Yasmin’s POV Beep Beep Beep!The steady, rhythmic beat of the life support machine was the only sound in the room, until it suddenly broke into a frantic, high-pitched screech.My eyes flew open. I scrambled up from the stiff vinyl chair beside my father’s bed, my heart instantly hammering against my ribs. The green lines on the monitor were spiking in wild, jagged peaks."Dad?" My voice cracked, thick with sleep and sudden terror.He didn't answer. His chest was heaving in shallow, desperate gasps, and his skin looked completely bloodless.Panic seized me, freezing the air in my lungs. I spun around and sprinted out of the ward, my sneakers squeaking loudly on the polished floor. "Doctor! Nurse! Anyone, please! His monitor is screaming!"A team of medical staff rushed past me, their faces grim. One of the nurses placed a firm hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me back into the hallway. "Wait outside, Yasmin. Let us work."The heavy wood doors swung shut, locking me out.F

Chapter 24Killian’s POVThe heavy double doors clicked shut, leaving behind a silence so absolute it felt heavy enough to crush the air right out of my lungs.I stood in the center of the dimly lit suite, my bare chest heaving, the faint scent of cedar and rain mixing with the faint, fading metallic trace of her blood. I stared at the dark hallway long after her frantic footsteps vanished down the stone corridor.She hadn't cried.She had stood right in front of me, her body trembling so violently I thought her bones would snap, her face pale as a corpse, and she hadn't shed a single fucking tear. She had just looked at me with those wide, hollow eyes, dropped a quiet venom into the air, and turned on her heel."Never insult my baby that way."The words echoed off the stone walls, sharp and jagged, slicing straight through the cold armor I had built around myself. I ground my jaw tight, a muscle ticking hard in my cheek."Stubborn, arrogant little bitch," I growled into the empty roo

Chapter 23Evelyn’s POVI sat frozen in the wooden chair, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird as I waited for a single drop of humanity from the monster standing over me. I had bared my soul. I had begged. I had laid down every piece of my pride, bleeding and raw, desperate for him to see that I was nothing more than a broken victim caught in his dark world.For a fraction of a second, as the dim crimson light caught the sharp angle of his jaw, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt in his dark, swirling eyes.Then, his face hardened into stone.Killian let out a low, bitter laugh—a harsh, barking sound completely devoid of humor that cut through the quiet room like a serrated blade. He tossed my cracked phone onto the side table with a dismissive flick of his wrist and took a step closer, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint light until his massive shadow completely consumed me."No," Killian said, his voice dropping into a flat, icy register that made the blood

Chapter 22Evelyn’s POVThe sudden silence in the red room was louder than the frantic, desperate screams that had filled it moments before.The heavy tempo stopped. The rhythmic, punishing friction of skin against skin died down into the harsh, ragged sound of Killian’s chest heaving for air. I kept my eyes snapped shut, my jaw locked tight, and my legs squeezed together so hard that my muscles trembled under the strain. I refused to look. I refused to let him see the terrifying, humiliating way my body had traitorously responded to the dark pull of his bond."Get your clothes on and get out," Killian’s voice cut through the dim crimson light. It was cold, sharp, and completely devoid of warmth or satisfaction—just a flat, ruthless command."Killian...?" the woman whimpered, her voice shaky, breathy, and clearly stunned by the sudden, dismissive change in his tone."Through the back door. Now."I heard the frantic rustle of silk and leather as the woman scrambled off the mattress, he

Chapter 21Evelyn’s POVThe air in the room was thick, heavy, and sickeningly warm. It smelled of raw leather, sweet vanilla perfume, and the heavy, metallic undertone of male dominance that made my chest tighten until I could barely breathe.Every single nerve in my body was screaming at me to stand up, turn around, and run until my lungs burst. But I couldn't move. My knees felt like they were made of thin glass, and the dark, suffocating pressure of Killian’s Alpha aura held me pinned to the cold leather chair like a ghost trapped in a nightmare.I kept my eyes glued to the dark stone floor between my feet. I pressed my palms flat against my knees, digging my short nails deep into the fabric of my jeans, using the sharp physical pain to keep myself grounded.Just stay alive, I whispered to myself, repeating the words like an ancient, rhythmic mantra in my head. Just survive this night. Get through the month. Get the money for Mom.My mother was still sitting in that cold, sterile h

Chapter 20KILLIAN’ POV The quiet satisfaction from my encounter at the border evaporated the second I stepped back onto the second-floor landing.The heavy oak doors to my master suite stood wide open. The room was cold, empty, and silent. The plush silk duvet on the four-poster bed was pulled back, the sheets still bearing the faint imprint of a small body, but Evelyn was gone.My jaw clamped shut so hard my teeth dragged together. A dark, possessive anger roared through my veins, instantly drowning out any lingering thoughts of the old King’s picture or the million-dollar bounty."Where is she?" I barked into the empty hallway, my Alpha aura flaring so hard the heavy glass wall sconces rattled against the wallpaper.Dominic stepped around the corner, holding a tablet in his hands, but he stopped dead when he saw the dark expression on my face. "She's down in the main kitchen, Killian. Nana tried to stop her, but—"I didn't wait for him to finish. I turned on my heel and descended

Chapter 19KILLIAN’s POVI didn't rush. An Alpha never let his inner circle see him sweat, regardless of what Marcus or any other desperate pack leader thought they were pulling at my borders.I slowly turned my gaze away from Evelyn’s pale, defiant face on the bed to stare at Dominic, who was still catching his breath in the doorway."Marcus thinks he can rattle my gates?" I muttered, rolling my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn't strain something. "The bastard couldn't even keep his own mate fed, and now he wants a war on my front lawn."Without another word to Evelyn, I stepped toward the heavy mahogany armory cabinet bolted to the bedroom wall. I punched in the five-digit biometric code, the digital lock chiming softly before the heavy steel doors swung open. Reaching inside, I bypassed the heavy rifles and grabbed a pair of custom, high-caliber silver-alloy handguns. I checked the action on both, loaded the heavy magazines with two sharp clicks, and tucked them into the leathe