Novels by Favour Uche

GABRIEL'S POVI let out a sigh of relief the second my meeting with the council was over. The moment they rose from the round table, I could feel the life returning to my eyes. "Finally," I thought to myself, alone in the common room at last. There were harder things than being an Alpha. But I could only think of one—being the Supreme Alpha. How many council meetings would I have to attend then?A knock on the door diverted my attention. I knew the scent of the woman on the other side even before she let herself inside."Did the councillors see you, perchance?" I asked her, watching as she made her way toward me, her hands on her hips. Delancy shook her head softly and took a seat beside me, crossing her legs daintily as a sultry smile played on her pretty pink lips."They don't need to," she replied, tilting her head to the side flirtatiously. "This is their pack, after all. They know everything that happens behind closed doors." She lifted her leg and slid it between mine. "And open

ISABELLE'S POVPresent…It was three hours to nightfall by now, and I gasped aloud as Millie tightened the corset around my waist. I'd forgotten how hard it was to breathe in it.My mind wandered to Michael's plans for tonight. In a way, it was sort of comedic how he would propose to me a second time without knowing it. And I wondered if I'd be able to see the signs—any signs that he didn't really love me. Maybe a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes or a kiss that didn't last long enough. Anything.Oh well, I couldn't think about that for now. All I had to do was expose him. If I could get his councillors on my side, they would offer me protection. Why wouldn't they? I'd been the healer from the moment I'd learned to heal a knife wound. But would they pick me over their Alpha?"And there," Millie beamed from behind me, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked almost the same as the last time I wore this stunning dress. Except then, I had a smile glued to my face. Right now,

ISABELLE'S POVMy mind swam, and I thought my legs would give out beneath me. I wanted to scream, but not a sound could leave my lips.Lyra hadn't moved a muscle. She sat perched on the bed like a dove but glowered at me with snake-like eyes. She didn't scramble to cover herself with the bedsheets. She didn't turn red from embarrassment. All she did was watch me—as if she'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. Michael was different. The moment he sensed my presence, he scrambled out of bed.There was silence for a second. A heavy silence. But not heavier than the truth I'd just realized."You want to kill me," I breathed out, my heart thudding like a bass drum. It wasn't a question. It was a fact."Tell me I misheard you. Tell me it's not true," I screamed, my gaze shifting between them before settling on Lyra."And you! You bloody bitch!" I lunged at my sister, claws drawn out, but she laughed in my face. For the first time, when I looked at her, I didn't want to be humble a

CHAPTER 2ISABELLE'S POV(Before rebirth)...The first time I'd ever healed someone, it was an accident. My sister and I had been chasing each other through the woods when she tripped over a root that sent us both tumbling down a hill. I remember the smell of blood, the sharp rocks, and most of all, I remember my sister screaming in pain.I thought she was going to die. But somehow, when my blood touched her wounds, they closed up. It didn't even leave a scar. It was like…the fall had never happened.By sunset, the entire pack had heard about it. And every day since then, I was treated differently from the other wolf pups.For the next few years of my life, I was raised by the medics. They were wise old women who collected herbs to take care of our sick and injured. But when I came into the picture, no one needed plants to cure colds and sores. "Why would we do that when Isabelle could help?" they said.So while the other pups learned how to hunt, I learned how much blood a body could

ISABELLE'S POVMy head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it and bashed my skull in. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't scream. All I could do was hold my head in my hands and let out groans of agony. It felt like hell—actual burning hell."Your Grace, you're awake."Who was speaking to me? What was that voice?My eyes fluttered open, blinking the blurred vision away. A petite girl with short brown hair and freckles stood at the head of my bed, smiling at me. She looked…relieved."Millie? Millie, how are you…" I drawled, sitting up straight. I winced, massaging my temples slowly. I couldn't remember much—just the feeling of gasping for air, the sound of the ocean, and…Wait a second. Wasn't I supposed to be dead?My eyes darted across the room in alarm. It was a familiar shade of red with spots of gold. I was in my room. How the hell was I in my room?My face turned toward Millie, whose relief had been replaced by confusion."What am I doing here? How did I get here?"Millie