Novels by Amadora

Luna's POVThe drawing room is empty when I arrive.No guards inside. No servants. Just Kane, standing by the tall windows with his back to me, one hand resting on the frame. The late afternoon light catches the silver in his hair. He doesn't turn around when the door closes, but I know he heard me. He hears everything."You asked for me," I say."Yes, I did."He turns, then. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are dark today. The silver is dim, resting just beneath the surface."Sit down," he says, gesturing to the chairs near the cold hearth."I'm fine standing.""Luna." Just my name. A quiet warning. Or maybe a plea. "Sit."I sit. Not because he commanded it. But because my legs are still tired.He crosses the room and takes the chair opposite mine. He doesn't lean back, doesn't cross his leg the way he usually does. He sits forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. He looks like a man about to do something he's been putting off."In light of recent events and a lot of

Luna's POVI wake before the sun.It's not on purpose. My body just does it now. It had reverted back to it's usual schedule as when I was still on Silvermoon pack. The light in Kane's room is grey and thin. The fire has burned low. And for a few minutes I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, letting the memory of yesterday settle back into my bones.It was remaining less than three days.I turn my head. The other side of the bed is empty. The blankets are smooth. He didn't come back last night.Good. I don't know what I would have done if he had.I get up carefully and I find my shoes and the plain grey dress someone left on the chair for me. It seemed the crack in the wall hadn't been fixed yet. I don't bother looking at it, as I didn't want to be reminded of the the past event.I dress quickly, braid my hair back, and slip out into the corridor before the maids come to fetch me.The palace is already awake.That's the first thing I notice. Servants move through the hallways carr

Luna's POVNeither of us moves.Kane stands in the doorway with his hand still on the frame, and I sit in the middle of his bed with the blankets pulled up to my chest, and the crack in the wall sits between us like a third person in the room.He looks at it again. Then at me."How are you feeling?" he asks.It's such a small question, and he asks it so evenly, that I don't know what to answer. How am I feeling. Like I almost met with death and then something inside me answered a call. Like my entire world has shifted an inch to the left and I'm the only one who noticed."I'm fine," I say.He raises a brow. He looks like he doesn't believe me. "You threw a man twice your size across the room last night," he says. "Without touching him. You damaged the poor wall behind with the force of it. And you're fine?""I said I'm fine.""You're lying."I meet his eyes. The silver in them is dimmer this morning. Not the bright, sharp glint I've seen when he's angry. But it's still there, still r

Kane's POV,The dungeon smells like iron and old fear.I've never liked this part of the castle. Not because of what happens here. I've done worse in cleaner rooms. It was because of the echo. Every sound in the lower levels comes back twice. Every scream, every snap, every plea. My father used to say a king should know the sound of his own dungeons. I've always thought that was a strange thing to be proud of.The assassin is chained to the wall when I walk in. Both wrists. Both ankles. He's been stripped to his undershirt and trousers, and there's already blood dried down the side of his face from where the guards took him down.He looks up when he hears my boots.And then he looks away.Good. He's learned something."You're the one who came into my home," I say, pulling the single chair to the center of the room. I sit. I cross one ankle over my knee. I let the silence stretch long enough for him to start sweating. "Twice, if we're counting the night Corin ran."He doesn't answer.B

Kane's POV,I don't sleep that night.I sit in the chair beside her bed, one leg crossed over the other, and I watch her. The lamp is low. The window is shut. The guards are doubled outside the door, and Soren is somewhere in the corridor, refusing to go to bed because he knows better than to leave me like this.The assassin is in the dungeon. He'll be questioned in the morning. He'll give me names by midday, because I will make him.But none of that matters right now.What matters is the woman asleep in my bed.She's warm.The thought slides into my skull before I can stop it. Not mine. His.Vaelor has been pacing inside my ribs since the moment I carried her out of that room, and he hasn't stopped. He doesn't stop. He never stops, not when it comes to her."Look at her. Look at how small she is. Look at how still. Do you know how long it's been since we've had something worth protecting?""She's not a thing to protect.""She's ours."I don't answer him. There's no point. Arguing with

It's well past midnight when I hear the window latch give.I'm awake because I've been awake for hours, my father's letter sitting folded on the table beside my bed, my mind too full to let sleep take hold properly. So I hear it the moment it happens. A soft, deliberate click, metal against metal, the sound of someone being careful.My room doesn't have a door guard tonight. Kane moved the second one to cover the healer's wing after Corin's escape, promising mine would be doubled again by morning. Morning is still hours away.I go still in the dark, listening.The latch gives fully. A shape slides through the gap at the bottom of the window, low and quick, and by the time I'm fully upright there's a man standing in my room who has no business being here at all."Don't scream," he says, voice low. "It'll only make this faster."I don't scream. I reach for the small knife Mira insisted I keep under my pillow weeks ago, half as a joke, and he's already crossing the room before my hand cl

EPILOGUEEight months laterThe cliffside villa was bathed in golden afternoon light. The sea sparkled below, peaceful and eternal, much like the life Enzo and Elena had built together.Elena stood on the terrace, one hand resting gently on her slightly rounded belly. She was four months pregnant, and the glow on her face made her look even more radiant. The simple white sundress she wore fluttered in the breeze as she watched Enzo approach from the garden below, carrying fresh flowers he had picked himself.He had changed. The ruthless don was still there when needed, but at home, he was simply her husband — attentive, protective, and deeply in love.“You’re going to spoil me,” Elena teased as he reached her, handing her the bouquet of wildflowers.Enzo pulled her into his arms, one hand resting tenderly on her belly. “You deserve to be spoiled every day for the rest of our lives. And I think I have already spoilt you.”They had married on their own terms — a beautiful, intimate cere

The weeks following the final confrontation were a time of healing and rebuilding.Enzo and Elena returned to the cliffside villa, where the sea seemed calmer than before. The war had left scars — on the empire, on their bodies, and in their hearts — but it had also brought clarity. For the first time, they could breathe without the constant shadow of violence hanging over them.One quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elena brought up Rosa.“She betrayed you,” Elena said softly. “But she also cared for me. She was kind when I needed it most. I don’t want her blood on our hands, Enzo. Not after everything.”Enzo was silent for a long moment. Then he sighed. “For you, I’ll show mercy. She will be sent abroad with enough money to start over. But if she ever returns to Sicily, mercy ends.”Elena leaned down and kissed him softly. “Thank you.”With that chapter closed, life slowly found a new rhythm. Enzo consolidated power on his own terms — forging stronger alliances, red

The exposure of Rosa as the traitor had shaken Enzo to the core. Enzo spent the next few hours in a cold, calculated rage, personally overseeing her interrogation while Elena rested under heavy guard.But the war didn’t stop for betrayal.“Focus on the Rossis,” Enzo ordered Rafael as they stood in the war room. “They’re the ones pulling the strings with the Vitales now. I want everything — their safe houses, their financial routes, their remaining allies. We end this.”Rafael nodded. “We’re already digging. Vincenzo Rossi has gone underground, but we have a lead on one of his cousins. He might talk if we apply the right pressure.”Enzo’s eyes were dark. “Make him talk.”Meanwhile, Elena sat on the terrace, staring at the sea. The events of the past twenty-four hours weighed heavily on her. Rosa’s betrayal. Her father’s slap. The realization that her own blood had been willing to sacrifice her.Enzo found her there later that afternoon. He sat beside her, pulling her close without a wo

The convoy returned to the cliffside villa under the cover of early dawn. Elena was exhausted but alive. Enzo hadn’t let go of her hand the entire drive back, his grip tight and possessive.The moment they stepped inside, Rosa was waiting in the foyer, her face pale with apparent worry.“Signorina Elena!” she exclaimed, rushing forward. “Thank God you’re safe. I was so worried when I heard the shooting at your father’s villa.”Elena hugged the older woman tightly, still shaken. “I’m okay, Rosa. It was terrifying, but Enzo came for me.”Rosa stroked her hair gently. “Of course he did. He always protects what’s his. Even during that risky rescue operation near the old vineyard trail last week… I prayed the whole time.”Elena didn’t catch it immediately. But Rafael, who was passing by the foyer on his way to update Enzo, froze mid-step. The vineyard trail rescue had been kept strictly compartmentalized. Only a handful of people knew the exact details. Rosa should not have known about it.

The rescue operation began at midnight.Enzo led the assault personally, a man driven by pure, unbridled fury. Twenty of his best men moved like shadows through the outskirts of Palermo, surrounding the Vitale villa where intelligence confirmed Elena was being held. The night air was thick with tension and the promise of blood.“Remember,” Enzo growled into his comms, voice ice-cold. “Elena comes out alive. Everyone else is expendable. The rat who betrayed us dies slowly when we find them.”Rafael nodded beside him. “We’re ready, boss.”They struck hard and fast.Explosives took out the front gate. Gunfire erupted as Moretti forces poured into the compound. Vitale guards returned fire, but Enzo’s men were better trained and fueled by their don’s rage. Bodies fell quickly.Inside the villa, Elena heard the chaos from the locked room where her father had confined her. Gunshots and shouts echoed through the halls. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and hope.Enzo.She grabbed a heavy

The blindfold was ripped off Elena’s eyes without warning.Bright lights assaulted her vision. She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Heavy velvet curtains, expensive antique furniture, and the faint, familiar scent of her father’s Cuban cigars. She was back in the Vitale family villa on the outskirts of Palermo.Her stomach dropped.Two burly men held her arms firmly as Antonio Vitale stepped into the room, his presence as commanding as ever. At fifty-eight, he still cut an imposing figure. Tall, broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked black hair and cold, calculating eyes.“Elena,” he said, voice deep and authoritative. “You’re finally home. Where you belong.”She yanked violently against the guards’ grip. “Home? You kidnapped me! Your own daughter! You had me drugged and taken like some common hostage!”Antonio waved a dismissive hand. The two men released her and left the room, closing the heavy door behind them. The Father and daughter duo were now alone.“