Novels by Leeleebari

ISLAThe slammed car door echoed loudly down the quiet street. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely grip my steering wheel, and hot, furious tears were still burning lines down my cold cheeks. I threw the car into reverse, backed out of my parents' driveway with a sharp jerk, and sped away into the dark night.I was so angry I could hardly see straight. My whole life was a lie. Twenty years of birthdays, holidays, and ordinary memories, all built on top of a secret. My parents had looked right into my eyes and lied to my face. They told me they were protecting me, but all they had really done was keep me blind and helpless. And then my father’s final warning rang in my ears like a curse: If the Northern Wolves find out she remembers, they will come for her."Let them come," I muttered out loud to the empty car, my voice shaking with a dangerous kind of rage. "I'm done running. I'm done being kept in the dark."I drove down the deserted highway, my headlights cutting a lonely p

KILLIANThe heavy oak door of our father's private office swung open before I even had a chance to knock. Alpha Adrian Cross stood in the center of the room, his broad shoulders stiff, his face carved out of cold, hard stone. The scent of ozone and old pine hung thick around him, the unmistakable smell of an Alpha whose patience had run out."Step inside," our father said, his voice dropping into that low, rumbling command that had made us obey him since we were children. "All three of you. Now."I exchanged a quick, tense look with Asher and Zane before walking into the room. The pain in my chest was still there, a dull, aching throb that refused to go away, a constant reminder of how far away Isla currently was."We heard about the disturbance in the pack house an hour ago," Adrian said, turning slowly to face us. His sharp eyes swept over our pale faces, lingering on the way Asher was still holding his side, and the way Zane's fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. "

ISLA"We are not leaving until you tell me everything!" I shouted, planting my feet firmly on the wooden floorboards of the hallway. My chest rose and fell in ragged, painful gasps. I looked from my father's panicked face to my mother's tear-streaked cheeks. "You can't just drop a bomb like that—you can't tell me my whole life is a lie, that I'm not your real child, that someone erased my memory—and then just grab your coats and run away like cowards!""Isla, please, keep your voice down," my father pleaded, taking a desperate step forward, his hands raised in front of him as if trying to calm a wild animal. "You don't understand what is out there. You don't know who is watching this house right now. Every second we stand here arguing, we are putting a target on your back.""I don't care!" Hot tears spilled over my eyelashes, burning my skin as they ran down my cheeks. The sheer weight of the injustice of it all crashed down on my chest, making it hard to draw a full breath. "I care t

ISLAMy car keys felt heavy and wet in my hand as I finally pulled into the driveway of my parents' house. The drive home had been a blur of red taillights, flashing streetlamps, and a heart that refused to slow down. Every time I blinked, I saw the massive dark shape of Killian’s wolf standing in that dim concrete hallway. I saw the blood dripping onto the floor. I saw a dozen wild animals lowering their heads to the ground, bowing to me as if I were someone important, someone sacred.You are our Luna.Zane’s harsh, flat voice echoed in my head, over and over again, like a bad song stuck on repeat. It made no sense. It was impossible. I was a sports journalist. I wrote articles about hockey stats and team standings. I lived in a normal apartment with a leaky kitchen sink and a stack of unpaid electric bills. I didn't command giant supernatural wolves. I didn't have an ancient supernatural bloodline.And yet, my mind kept drifting back to the burned photograph in the archives. The wom

ISLAMy chest was moving up and down so fast I thought I might stop breathing entirely. The cold concrete floor pressed against my shoes, and the smell of old dust and iron blood filled my nose. I stared at the massive dark creature standing only a few feet away from me. Only seconds ago, that creature had been Killian Cross, the star hockey player with the dark hair and the cold public smile. Now he was a giant wolf with thick fur and eyes that looked entirely too smart, entirely too human, and entirely too terrifying."Stay back," I whispered, my voice trembling so hard the words barely came out. I pressed my back harder against the wall, hoping the solid brick might swallow me whole. "Stay away from me. I'm dreaming. This is a dream. I fell asleep at my desk. I'm going to wake up in a minute."Beside him, Asher and Zane had shifted back into their human forms, their skin bare and chest heaving, looking at me with wide, panicked eyes. But none of them moved closer. They stood there

ISLAI found the article late at night, buried in an old digital archive I almost gave up searching through. The headline was small and easy to miss: "Northern Wolves Luna Vanishes Without a Trace." It was fourteen years old, and most of it read like nonsense, talking about some private family tragedy connected to the hockey organization, but it was the photograph that made me stop breathing.The image was damaged, the edges burned like it had survived a fire, and half the woman's face was gone. But the part that remained, the eyes, the shape of her cheekbone, the way she tilted her head slightly to the side, made my stomach twist into a knot I couldn't explain.She looked like me.I sat there staring at that photograph for a long time, telling myself it was nothing, just a strange coincidence, people looked alike all the time. But some part of me, some quiet part I usually ignored, whispered that this wasn't a coincidence at all.I didn't get to think about it much longer.When I got

ROSALIE"Rosalie? Rosalie, talk to me!" Elliot’s voice through the small speaker of my phone did not sound like the calm, collected billionaire CEO of Sterling Hospitality Group anymore. It sounded rough, frantic, and filled with a raw, terrifying panic that pierced straight through my chest. "What happened? Where are you right now? Did someone hurt you?"I sat huddled against the cold wooden floor of my apartment front door, pulling my knees up tightly to my chin, my whole body shaking so violently that I could barely hold the device steady. I tried to speak, but my throat was completely choked with thick, heavy sobs."I... I'm at my apartment," I managed to cry out, my voice breaking apart into ragged pieces as the terrifying memory of Dr. Harrison locking that office door flashed across my mind. "Elliot... he... he locked the door. He wouldn't let me leave.""Who, Rosalie?" Elliot demanded, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl that vibrated with absolute fury. "Who locked

ROSALIEThe heavy click of the office door locking behind Dr. Arthur Harrison echoed inside my head like a terrifying alarm bell. My heart hammered against my ribs so violently that I thought it might burst right out of my chest. Every single nerve ending in my body screamed with cold, jagged panic. I knew instantly, with absolute clarity, that his behavior had crossed a dark and dangerous line from which there was no turning back.I scrambled backward, my legs hitting hard against the edge of my desk chair, putting as much physical space between us as the tiny room allowed."Step back, Dr. Harrison," I demanded, my voice shaking uncontrollably, yet ringing with a fierce, desperate edge of fury. "Do not come any closer to me."Dr. Harrison stopped for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes narrowing like a cat cornering a trapped mouse. A cold, ugly smile touched the corners of his mouth."You are making this so much harder than it needs to be, Rosalie," he murmured smoothly, taking an

ROSALIE The heavy silence of the London headquarters felt entirely different at night. During the day, the eighth-floor office was loud, busy, and full of moving people. But as the clock ticked past seven in the evening, the bright hallways grew dark, empty, and terrifyingly quiet.For the past several days, I had been living in a constant state of nervous tension. I tried my absolute best to remain professional, keeping my distance and refusing to encourage Dr. Arthur Harrison in any way. I hoped that if I kept my head down and focused only on my work, he would eventually understand that I was not interested in playing his games.Instead, his attitude had grown colder and more demanding every single time we were alone. In front of the other employees, he was still the polite, smiling regional director. But the second the office doors closed, his tone shifted. He would make subtle, frustrating comments suggesting that I somehow owed him my loyalty, my time, and my compliance because

ROSALIE The cold, grey morning light filtered through the tall glass windows of the London international headquarters, casting long shadows across my smooth mahogany desk. For the past several days, I had been walking on a tightrope of pure stress and careful strategy. Ever since Dr. Arthur Harrison made that threatening remark about my probation, I knew I had to be extremely smart about every single step I took in this building.I refused to let him force me out, but I also refused to let him trap me alone.Whenever he called me into his office, I made sure to leave my door wide open, or I politely asked another junior associate to walk inside with me under the excuse of delivering a file. I kept every single conversation rigidly focused on budgets, zoning laws, and municipal permits. I gave him zero openings, zero smiles, and zero personal details.Yet, Dr. Harrison seemed entirely determined to break down my walls."Rosalie," his smooth, confident voice echoed through the intercom

ROSALIE The bitter, cruel words whispered behind my back echoed inside my head like a loud alarm, but I kept my chin held high and marched straight into my office. I closed the glass door, leaned my back against the frame, and took three slow, deep breaths to calm my racing heart. I refused to let their ugly gossip tear me down. I had not packed up my entire life and flown thousands of miles across the ocean to London just to waste my time crying over what a few jealous coworkers thought about me. I came here to build a real future for myself and to keep little Zara safe.Over the next two weeks, I poured every single drop of my energy into my assignments. At first, my new colleagues in the European division were cold and reluctant to include me in their planning sessions. They would hand me basic summaries or leave me out of group emails completely. But I refused to sit quietly in the corner.During a major departmental review of the proposed expansion into Paris, the senior analyst

ROSALIE The heavy oak doors of Dr. Arthur Harrison’s private office clicked shut behind me at exactly seven o'clock in the morning. The rest of the London international headquarters was completely empty and silent, save for the hum of the overhead lights.After reviewing the unexpected crisis regarding the land permits for our London flagship property, I had thrown myself headfirst into the rest of the workday. I arrived at my own spacious office an hour before anyone else, determined to make an unforgettable first impression. I spent the morning studying ongoing construction files, analyzing municipal zoning laws, and cross-referencing old property deeds to make sure nothing slipped past my desk.The work was heavy, complicated, and entirely demanding, but as I sat at my smooth mahogany desk watching the rainy London skyline clear up into a bright morning, a fierce wave of pride bloomed in my chest. I loved the challenge. I loved knowing that I was solving complex logistical puzzles