Novels by Nuella

ASHKA’S POVI arrived at the neutral territory with only a small group of people I trusted.The meeting place was quiet and far from any main roads, so I had taken my time to choose it carefully.If Rurik ever found out I had met with the Alpha of Nightfall, he would call it treason without bothering to ask me any questions.I planned to reveal only what was necessary until I knew whether Vasik Draugir could be trusted at all.Vasik arrived not long after me. He stopped a short distance away and looked at me directly.“Luna of Silvercrest,” he said. “I know who you are. What I don’t know is why you requested a private meeting with me.”“I need information,” I answered. “And I cannot look for it inside my own pack.”He studied me for a moment. “You are Rurik Solmane’s Luna. Approaching his greatest rival in secret is either very brave or very foolish. Which one is it?”“I overheard a conversation,” I said. “Two people discussing a seal and a suppressant connected to me. They spoke abou

ASHKA’S POVI stayed hidden in the corridor, listening carefully.Their faces were covered by the darkness so I couldn’t tell who they were, I could only focus on their words.“Do you think the emotional pressure from tonight could weaken the seal?” one of them asked.“It shouldn’t,” the other answered. “The seal has held for years. But we can’t take chances, her emotions are running high right now. That kind of shock can create dents if we’re not careful.”“Then we reinforce it,” the first voice said. “Make the suppressant stronger before anything reacts.”“I’ll arrange another session with Morrigast by the new week. No one else needs to know.”“Good. If that seal breaks, everything we’ve protected falls apart. The whole arrangement collapses.”I felt my mind racing.A seal? Was it me they were talking about? And if it was, no one had ever told me anything about a seal.I had never felt anything that made me think my mate bond was being controlled or suppressed.I had lived my entir

ASHKA’S POVI sat in the study staring at the door while Ivy kept knocking from the other side.“Ashka, please,” she said, sounding full of guilt. “Open up the door and just hear me out. I never wanted you to find out like that. There are things you don’t understand.”I stayed quiet, hoping she would eventually leave.But she didn’t.“We’re sisters,” Ivy continued. “You know me. You know I would never hurt you on purpose. Please give me a chance to explain, just a few minutes. I’ve been dying inside since you walked in on us.”I waited a little longer. The knocking didn’t stop.Finally I stood up, unlocked the door, and stepped back.Ivy walked in quickly.Her eyes were red. “I’m so sorry, Ashka. I never wanted to hurt you. I tried to fight the bond for as long as I could. I stayed away from Rurik at the beginning because I didn’t want to destroy your marriage. But the mate bond became too strong and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Fate put us in this position. I didn’t choose it either

ASHKA’S POVI stood frozen at the bedroom door, staring at them.Rurik and Ivy…in our bed?And there was a golden mate mark glowing on her neck.No one said anything for a few moments. I kept waiting for one of them to tell me I was probably hallucinating or that this was some kind of sick joke.Rurik was the first to speak. He didn’t look guilty. In fact he looked almost relieved.“Ashka—”“What am I looking at?” I asked. “Why is Ivy in our bedroom?”He sat up slowly and reached for his shirt. “I think you already know what you’re looking at.”“No. I don’t. Explain it to me. Right now.”Rurik glanced at Ivy, then back at me. “She’s my true mate. We found out over a year ago.”I almost passed out from shock. “A year ago? You’ve known for a full year?”“Yes.”“And you’ve been sleeping with her this whole time while I was still your wife?”He didn’t deny it. “I kept the marriage because the pack still needed the Vaelthorn name. After your father died, a lot of the older warriors and the

ASHKA’S POVI stood in front of the mirror holding up two dresses while Ivy sat on the edge of the bed watching me.“Which one?” I asked. “The deep red or the dark green?”Ivy tilted her head. “The red one. You’ve always looked good in that color, and stop smiling like that already. You’ve been married five years and you’re still this excited about an anniversary?”I laughed. “I can’t help it, I still look forward to every single one. I love him the same way I did the day we got married.”“You are hopeless,” Ivy said, standing up to take the green dress from my hands. “Try the red on properly so I can see.”I changed quickly into it and turned around. “Well?”“Its perfect. Now for the jewelry…” She hesitated, taking her time to access my neck. “Use that simple gold one he gave you on your third anniversary. It suits the dress better.”I nodded and put it on. Then I picked up the small wooden box from the table. “What about the gift? Does the wrapping look neat enough?”Ivy took the bo

Chapter 61: Home, BrieflyREGAN Our flight back into the country was uneventful. The cabin was quiet, the weather was clear, and no one interrupted us.Ruby had returned to her usual distant manner. She answered my questions politely, but she kept her eyes on her laptop for most of the journey.Twice I tried to start a conversation about the leaks in her company. Each time she replied with a single sentence and returned to her screen.Strangely, I did not mind it. At least she was sitting beside me, and she was not talking to some stranger who had flattered her at the gate.I still held a grudge against the young man from our last flight. I had never learned his name, and I did not intend to.Several hours later, the plane lowered toward the runway, and I watched the tires touch the tarmac through the window. A soft jolt moved through the cabin, and the passengers began to stir.Ruby stood up and gathered her bag. "I will be going to pick up Leo," she said."He is at my estate,"

Chapter 61: Home, BrieflyREGAN Our flight back into the country was uneventful. The cabin was quiet, the weather was clear, and no one interrupted us.Ruby had returned to her usual distant manner. She answered my questions politely, but she kept her eyes on her laptop for most of the journey.Twice I tried to start a conversation about the leaks in her company. Each time she replied with a single sentence and returned to her screen.Strangely, I did not mind it. At least she was sitting beside me, and she was not talking to some stranger who had flattered her at the gate.I still held a grudge against the young man from our last flight. I had never learned his name, and I did not intend to.Several hours later, the plane lowered toward the runway, and I watched the tires touch the tarmac through the window. A soft jolt moved through the cabin, and the passengers began to stir.Ruby stood up and gathered her bag. "I will be going to pick up Leo," she said."He is at my estate,"

Chapter 49: Words Said in AngerAaliyahIan hummed for a moment, and I could hear the hesitation in his voice before he spoke. We had walked without speaking since the woman left, and the silence had grown awkward between us.“Would you like some ice cream?” he asked at last.I looked at him in surprise. It was cold enough for snow to cover the ground, and he was offering me ice cream.“Ice cream?” I repeated.“There's a stall near the bridge,” he said, looking straight ahead. “They sell it all year.”It was obvious that he was trying to restore the mood. I decided that I wouldn't make things difficult for him, so I nodded.“Okay,” I said. “I'd love some. Strawberry, please.”We bought two bowls from the stall, vanilla for him and strawberry for me.“Two scoops each?” the woman at the counter asked.“One,” Ian said quickly.“Two,” I corrected him. “He's paying.”“Fine,” Ian sighed, reaching for his wallet.The woman gave us a small spoon each and a smile that made me wonder what she

Sable The morning after the trader left, the shelter felt different. I woke up before the others and stared at the tarp above me.Maris was already outside. I heard her moving pots. Tomas was still asleep next to me, his mouth open a little.I got up and folded my blanket. My chest felt tight. I kept thinking about the trader and my mother and the white bread.Outside, Maris looked at me."You did not sleep well," she said."I tried," I said.She handed me a cup of water. "Drink."I drank. The water was cold.Garrick came from behind the shelter. He carried wood."Morning," he said."Morning," I said.We did not talk about yesterday. We acted like it was a normal day, but it was not.After breakfast, Tomas went to get water. I stayed to help Maris wash clothes."Are you angry that I did not go?" I asked her. My voice was quiet.She stopped washing."Why would I be angry?" she said."Because my mother has a real house," I said. "And here we have only this."Maris wiped her hands on he

VivianMy expression barely hid how much my brother-in-law's words had affected me.If what he said was even slightly true, then my earlier thoughts and assumptions would fall apart. I shook my head, knowing I would have to work from the ground up again."It cannot be true," I muttered under my breath as I walked down the hospital corridor. "It just cannot be."I did not plan on telling Damon about it. In fact, I felt it was wise that I had not mentioned it the last time we spoke.The ward door was open as usual when I arrived. Damien sat in bed reading a book, and he closed it the moment he saw me, a smile spreading across his face."You are early today," he said.I rolled my eyes as I walked toward him. "Of course I am. I got off work early and decided to spend the rest of my day here."He opened his arms, and I stepped into them. We held each other for a while before we pulled apart."I heard about the case," he said gently.My eyes widened, and I did not try to hide my surprise. "

Sable The bread sat on the table all afternoon.The trader had left it on the big rock when he left. Tomas brought it up, even though I told him to leave it. It was still wrapped in the white cloth.None of us touched it.We tried to go back to normal. Maris swept the floor. Garrick tried to fix the handle of the water bucket. I took the wet blankets down because the sun had moved. Tomas sat in the corner with his knees pulled up, watching the bread.By evening, the shelter felt strange. Quiet in a way it had not been before."You should eat it," Maris said finally, looking at me. "Your mother sent it for you.""It is not my mother's bread," I said. "The trader brought it. My mother did not make it herself.""White bread is white bread," Garrick said gently. "You have not had white bread in a long time."I knew he was right. The last time I ate white bread was in my mother's house, before I left. She would buy it on Sundays from the market and we would eat it with butter that melted.