Novels by Janeo

Kaelen felt his heart pound hard in his chest as he strode through the halls, clearly in a hurry. He ignored the stare from the other students, his mind filled with thoughts of the Omega he'd claimed. He did not know what to expect. Would she be slim, curvy and tall?Liora hurried beside him, her heels clicking against the stone floor. "She's in the main hall and is supposed to meet Officer Halstead to process her enrollment."He stopped in his stride and turned to face her, his expression cold. "You're going to help her.You're going to lead her to Officer Halstead.”He paused when Liora's eyes widened. “Make sure she gets her schedule and finds her classes."Liora's mouth was set in a thin line. She did not want to be serving an Omega but her Alpha had commanded and his words were law. Kaelen turned away after giving his instructions, his hands clenching at his sides. "I'm going to class. I can't be seen with her."---Anaya stood in the hallway, lost. Students passed her, their whis

Voices pulled Anaya from the darkness. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she blinked repeatedly as she adjusted to the brightness. Her body was still sore and aching in ways she couldn't quite untangle. The voices were close… too close and she realized with a start that she wasn't alone. "She's waking up," someone whispered. "Finally. I thought she'd sleep all day." "She's a mess. What the hell happened to her?" Four faces were staring down at her, their eyes wide with curiosity. She scrambled back on the bed, her broken ribs screaming in protest. Pain shot through her and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. "Easy," one of the girls said, holding up her hands. "We're not going to hurt you." Anaya's heart pounded in anxiety. She looked around the room—the same room she'd been dumped in last night. She had met it empty yesterday but now four girls stood near her, dressed in the same uniform, all staring at her like she was a zoo animal. "Where.." she started,

The building loomed before her, all sharp angles and cold stone. It looked more like a fortress than a government hall. Not that she had been to many. Anaya's feet scraped against the ground as they dragged her up the steps. She wanted to slow them down and rest for a bit, but the strength of their hands propelled her forward. Her back ached. Her body ached. It wasn't anything new but still. The gauze on her hands was soaked through with blood… she must have been bleeding through the stitches. "Do you think we should clean her up? She's bleeding," The man on her left asked his partner and frowned down at her. "Doesn't matter. Blackwood wants her now." The name sent a chill through her spine. Darius Blackwood. She knew him from the portraits that hung in every government building. He was the head of the Academy Council known for his obsession with control and fight for more power. And he wanted her? They hauled her through massive wooden doors into a hall that stretche

Kaelen had Belinda or whatever her name was pressed against the wall of the entertainment room, her fingers already working the buttons of his shirt, her mouth trailing hot and insistent along his jaw. She'd walked up to him earlier and stated, without an ounce of hesitation, that she wanted to be his for the night. "Kaelen," she breathed against his throat, and he was already reaching for the hem of her dress when it happened. Pain! It hit him like a fist through the chest, so sudden and so violent that he staggered back, knocking Belinda's hands away. His vision blurred, the room tilting, and for one disorienting second he wasn't in the room at all… he was in the woods, cold air biting his skin, the metallic taste of blood flooding his mouth though he hadn't been bitten. Please, a voice sobbed, faint and desperate, threading itself through his mind. Please, I'll do anything.. "Kaelen?" Belinda's voice sounded very far away. "What's wrong with you?" He didn't answer. He

Anaya Morgan tried her best to mask the fear on her face but her hands clenched by her sides, sweat beaded on her brow and her chest heaved, each breath betraying the calm facade she desperately tried to maintain. She stared warily at the three hunters, Elijah, Marcel and Fed … her ex-childhood friends who surrounded her with the intention to kill. It wasn't anything new to be surrounded, to be cornered like a prey in the dark. Like prey? She was prey! It wouldn’t be the first time she was dragged by four or five guys and tied to a tree. Forced to watch on as they made out with each other, their laughter and moans echoing through the woods. Next would be physical and emotional torture. The broken bones. The mocking howls when they shifted, circling her like a wounded deer. The scars that never quite faded, hidden beneath layers of flesh she'd grown to hate. She had long mastered the art of forbearance even when pain held her in a chokehold. However, tonight was differen