Novels by Jessica Arriet

Tristan’s POVThe study door closed behind me and I stood in the corridor with my hand still on the handle, breathing like I had run ten miles.‘I am never letting you go.’I had meant every word. What I had not accepted was the way my chest tightened when she said she would never fall in love with me. Never. She had said it so easily with that small, stubborn chin lifted, and my wolf had thrown himself against my ribs as if she had struck him.A smile tugged at my lips. Interesting.“Your Majesty?”Kade stood at the end of the corridor, his expression carefully neutral. He had been waiting outside, and judging by the way his eyes moved from my face to the study door, he had heard just enough to become curious.“What?” I asked.“Are we leaving already?”I glanced at the door once more. “Yes.”Kade fell into step beside me as we walked towards the entrance. The moment we entered the sitting room, Alpha Richard hurried to his feet. His wife stood beside him, while his daughter was still

LAYLA’s POVFor a full three seconds, I forgot how to breathe.The man standing at the foot of my father's staircase was the same man who had held me in that dark room. The same icy blue eyes. The same face I had dreamed about every night since that day.Only now he wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing a tattoo along his forearm. Was I actually dreaming? The Lycan King? The same ruthless monster with the hideous scarred face who threw women out before sunrise?I looked at his face again, trying to find at least one flaw, but there was none except a sharp, devastating, ridiculous amount of handsome. What was I even thinking?I quickly composed myself and stopped midway down the stairs. "It's you again?" The words fell out of my mouth before my brain could stop them. "Why are you here?"Of course I had to pretend I didn't know. He had dared to call me a breeder, and the worst part? I actually felt like one, since I was already carrying his child, though I dared not sa

Tristan's POVThe response from Artemis' pack arrived barely a day after the marriage proposal letter left the palace.‘Richard Whitmore, Alpha of the Artemis Pack, accepts His Majesty's proposal with gratitude and humility.’I read it once and set it down beside the silver pendant on my desk. The little crescent moon caught the lamplight. I had not let it leave my sight in three weeks."A day," Kade said from the doorway, as if he could read my thoughts. "He didn't even pretend to consider it.""Well, that was the purpose of the letter.""I know. I'm still not sure it was wise." He walked in and dropped into the chair opposite me. "As a breeder for the heir to the Lycan throne. Tristan, I've known you my whole life, and It almost felt like a motive when I read it.""If I had asked politely, he would have haggled." I turned the pendant over with my thumb. "A man like Richard values nothing he cannot sell. He sees a wolfless daughter who embarrasses him. If I call her my mate, he start

Layla's POVThree weeks after the worst day of my life, I was on my knees on the bathroom floor, throwing up my dinner. This was the third time in a row."It's stress," I whispered to myself. "Just stress."That word had become my favorite lie. It explained the nausea, the dizziness, and the way the smell of my stepmother's perfume made my stomach turn. It also explained why my body felt like it belonged to someone else, warmer and more sensitive than ever.But it did not explain why I kept dreaming about him. Every night it was the same. The moonlight spilling across the sheets. His hands, big and rough, mapping my skin like he had all the time in the world. His voice against my ear, low and hungry. Mine.I would wake up gasping, soaked in sweat, my thighs pressed together and my whole body aching for a man whose name I didn't even know.I rinsed my mouth and stared at myself in the mirror. My fingers drifted to the mark below my ear. It had never faded. If anything, it glowed a litt

Tristan’s POVI had spent the better part of the morning staring at a small silver crest on my desk.It was shaped like a crescent moon surrounded by three tiny stars, with a narrow line engraved through its center. I had found it on the floor of my hotel room after the woman who had turned my entire world upside down ran out of it.I still didn’t know her name or surname except the initials of L engraved behind the crest. I didn’t even get the chance to ask for her name, where she lived, or why the sight of her had made my wolf nearly tear through my skin.But I only knew one thing. She was my mate yet she had looked at me like I was a stranger who had wronged her, and I had never in my life felt so useless.I had hunted rogues across three territories and negotiated peace between packs that wanted each other dead. Yet I couldn't stop one woman from walking out on me. “How ironic!” I muttered to myself as I leaned back in my chair, dragging a hand over my face.The memory of her wi

Layla’s POVBy the time I reached home, my head was pounding, my feet hurt, and the memory of those icy blue eyes refused to leave my mind. Even Adrian never looked at me that way.I shook my head and sneaked in through the back doors.The first thing I noticed before heading up the stairs was the collection of beautifully wrapped boxes arranged across the sitting room.My stomach twisted. Was he really that shameless?I climbed the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I needed ten minutes, just ten, to be a person again.The water was scalding, but I didn't care. I leaned my forehead against the tiles and closed my eyes, and that was a mistake. Fragments of the night came rushing back.His hand sliding slowly up my thigh. His breath against my neck. His low, rough voice saying you smell really good while my body arched towards him like it had been waiting for him all along.Heat pooled low in my stomach and my knees nearly buckled. "Stop it," I whispered to myself, snapping the

Tyler’s POVI waited until Amira was up the stairs and out of sight before I turned to Tamara, and the second our eyes met, she stopped holding it together.“You humiliated me in front of that girl, Tyler.” Her voice was calm. Too calm, which only meant that she was one wrong word away from screaming.Lucinda stepped forward immediately, a hand rising as if to physically hold her back. “Tamara—”“No.” Tamara lifted a trembling hand to stop her, though her eyes never left mine. “Let him answer for himself.”I folded my arms across my chest, needing the barrier of it. “I didn’t ask you to come all the way here.”“You didn’t have to.” Her eyes were wet, and she looked mad at herself for it. “We were to have a meeting with the elders and you bailed out on me. We are getting married soon, Ty.”“According to who?” I raised a brow, though her answer hardly surprised me and Of course, I already knew the answer before she opened her mouth. My father, Lucinda, the council, everyone else except

Amira’s P.O.V.I kept my eyes on the window long after the Blackridge pack had disappeared behind us. I watched as the familiar trees blurred into streaks of green and brown, then gradually disappeared.For thirteen years, the Blackridge pack had been the place where I slept and woke up every morning knowing exactly what was expected of me. I never got the opportunity to even cross pack borders and now, for the first time, I was leaving.Not because I had finally gathered enough courage to run away. I was leaving because a man I had met only days ago had looked at the people who had treated me like dirt and decided that I was worth protecting.I didn’t know whether that thought comforted or frightened me. I glanced down at my hands resting in my lap. They were trembling and I quickly tucked them beneath the folds of my dress.“Are you okay, Amira?” King Tyler’s voice made me turn.He sat beside me in the backseat, one arm resting against the door while his eyes studied me with an in

Tyler’s P.O.V.The silence that settled over the hallway was suffocating. Every guard, servant, and warrior who had rushed toward the commotion stood frozen, none daring to breathe louder than a whisper.Cedric’s face had gone pale.“My King…” he began carefully. “Surely this is all a misunderstanding.”I stared at him without blinking. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”The temperature in the hallway seemed to drop even further. Rage simmered beneath my skin, threatening to snap the last thread of restraint I had left. Even Owen, standing a few steps behind me, crossed his arms with an amused expression clearly enjoying Cedric’s discomfort.Cedric forced a laugh. “She’s merely an Omega. An insignificant servant. If she has somehow deceived you into believing—”“Enough.” My voice echoed through the corridor as the Alpha command rolled off my tongue effortlessly.Several wolves left immediately while some lowered their heads. Even Cedric instinctively stiffened before catching

Amira’s POV The last thing I remembered before I passed out was the sharp pain in my head and the stranger that had grabbed Catherine by the neck. He was tall, probably a little over six feet and had short, wavy brown hair. I guess it was the right time for my body to give up. I hadn’t eaten for two days in a row and with all the beatings I got. It was bound to happen. I drifted half awake, slowly turning until a strong scent still lingering in the air hit me. It wasn’t familiar, but it sparked something deep in me like the first breath after being underwater too long. It was warm, grounding and unexpectedly calming. My wolf stirred, even though it sounded weak. And then I heard her voice, faint this time, again. What did she mean by mate? Last time I checked I was rejected and the matebond was snapped. Would the moon goddess just grant me another mate within the space of twenty four hours. There was absolutely no way and besides I had never heard of that. I blinked my eyes op

Tyler’s POVThe engine purred as Owen drove down the dark stretch road leading to the Blackridge Pack’s territory as he hummed some off-key tune just to piss me off. I sat in the backseat, watching the trees blur past, with my arms folded across my chest, and my jaw tight with irritation. Owen was my Beta and unfortunately, my loudest pain in the ass. “Can’t we just turn this car around?” I muttered. He snorted. “And miss the glorious transfer of power from one asshole to another? Not a chance.” I never liked the Blackridge pack, and the only reason why I accepted their invite was because my late father still had a pact alliance with Alpha Cedric, which was signed when his pack faced a massive rogue attack years ago. I was too young to challenge it then but now that I was king, I had no intention of keeping the peace with a scumbag who only built his power by greed and taking out innocent blood. I didn't need their alliance anymore because after the years I took over as lycan king

Amira’s POVA rush of cold water hit my face and body, soaking my thin blanket and my clothes as I shot up, gasping and coughing.“What the hell—?!”I looked up and saw Catherine, standing near my bed with an empty bucket in her hand and a smug smile on her face. “Rise and shine, peasant.”She wore a silky dress with gold patterns, and her hair was done up like she was heading to a royal ball, playing the role of a princess in a tale that only she believed in. “You could’ve just called out,” I said, dragging the soaked sheet off my legs and standing up slowly, the water dripping down my arms. “Or knocked like a normal person.”“Oh, sweetie,” she giggled, leaning against the doorway. “You forfeited ‘normal’ the moment your sorry existence walked into this pack. You think because you're eighteen now, you get to sleep in?”I didn’t reply because what was the point when she was only here to ruin my morning?“By the way,” she added, turning to leave, “My Father says if you’re not down in