Novels by ALPHAWRITEZ

Clara's POVThe doors slid shut and the elevator began to rise, and I kept my eyes on the glowing numbers above the door because it was the only safe place to look.Twelve... thirteen... fourteen...For five years I had promised myself that if I ever saw Damien Sterling again, I would feel nothing at all; I would be ice. But my fingers had gone numb around the handle of my briefcase, and the small wolf inside me, the one I had kept asleep for so long, lifted her head and whined."This is a private elevator," I said, in the flat voice I used on bankers. "It only opens for staff keys.""I have one." Damien held up a black card between two fingers. "Your CFO sent it to my office yesterday, with a note that said please don't be late.""Then Mr. Vance should have told me who he was sending.""He didn't know. The papers say Northgate Holdings, and Northgate belongs to me." He slipped the card into his pocket. "So does Sterling Enterprises."I turned my head just enough to look at him, the w

Clara’s POVDamien’s grip on my wrist felt like a band of scorching iron.I pulled back with all my strength, but he did not budge an inch. He stood over me in the dark kitchen, dressed in black pants and a dark shirt, his chest heaving with silent fury."Answer me, Clara," Damien whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. "Why are you sneaking out of this house at two in the morning with a packed bag?""Let go of me, Damien," I said, keeping my voice low so we did not wake anyone upstairs. "It is none of your business what I do.""It is my business when my father's stepdaughter tries to run away in the middle of the night," he said, stepping closer until his broad chest pressed against my shoulder. "The forest outside is full of rogue wolves and border patrols. You are a weak Omega. You will not survive ten miles out there alone.""I would rather take my chances with rogues than stay another day under this roof with you," I hissed, glaring straight into his golden eyes.Da

Clara’s POVI shoved the positive pregnancy test deep into the pocket of my jeans, my hands shaking so violently I nearly dropped it. I turned on the faucet, splashed freezing water over my face, and pressed a towel against my skin. My reflection in the mirror was ghost pale. A baby was growing inside me. Damien's child. If anyone in this pack found out, my mother and I would be thrown out into the rogue lands before sunset.The heavy sound of footsteps echoed down the main corridor. I took a deep, steadying breath, forced my shoulders back, and stepped out into the living room. The grand hall was already filled with pack elders and guards. Alpha Garrick stood near the stone fireplace, his broad chest puffed out with unmistakable pride. Beside him stood my mother, beaming with a wide, radiant smile. Then my eyes landed on Damien. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his dark hair neatly styled, looking every inch the powerful Alpha heir. Hooked securely around his muscular ar

Clara’s POVThe sound of the key scraping inside the lock made my heart jump into my throat.Damien moved like a shadow. In one split second, he rolled off me, scooped his sweatpants from the floor, and stepped into them. He grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door, his eyes wide and alert."Hold the latch," he commanded in a harsh whisper. "Do not let anyone inside."Before I could ask where he was going, Damien unlocked the window latch and slipped out onto the narrow stone ledge outside, disappearing into the dark night.I grabbed the heavy blanket, wrapped it tightly around my naked body, and lunged for the door just as the knob twisted. I threw my weight against the wood, holding the bolt in place with both hands."Who is it?" I called out, trying to keep the panic from cracking my voice."Clara? It is me," my mother’s tired voice came through the thick wood. "Open the door, sweetheart. I thought I heard a strange cry coming from your room."My breath hitched. The scent of Da

Clara’s POVThe heavy sound of Alpha Garrick’s boots faded down the hallway toward the master suite. A distant door clicked shut, followed by the turn of a heavy lock.Silence settled over the second floor.I pressed my trembling shoulders against the wall beside my bedroom door, holding my breath. My core was still pulsing with the sudden heat Damien had awakened outside the bathroom.I thought the danger had passed. I thought Damien had gone back to his own bedroom down the hall.Then my bedroom door swung open.Damien stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He reached down and turned the brass lock on the knob until it snapped into place. In the quiet room, that metallic sound was as loud as a gunshot.Silver moonlight cut through the window blinds, throwing sharp lines of light across his face. His golden eyes were fixed on me, dark with an intense hunger."You need to leave right now," I whispered, pushing myself off the wall. "Damien, if your father comes back out and fin

Clara’s POVYou are not supposed to hear your stepbrother groan your name in the dark while his hand is moving between his legs.I stood frozen in the quiet second-floor hallway of the Sterling estate, my fingers digging into the stack of clean towels in my arms. The bathroom door was cracked open by barely an inch. Through that tiny sliver of golden light, the rough sound came again."Clara. Fuck."His voice was a deep, gravelly rasp. It did not sound like the Damien Sterling who sat across from me at the dinner table with a cold expression and perfect manners. It sounded like a starving beast that had finally slipped its leash.I should have turned around. I should have dropped the towels and run back down the hall to my small room in the east wing. Instead, my feet stayed glued to the polished hardwood floor. My breath caught in my throat as the wet, steady rhythm of skin on skin drifted through the crack."Be a good girl for me, Clara. Take it."A sudden wave of heat shot straigh