Novels by KaiKitto

Irene Jones POV“Ma’am, where are you leaving?” Albert asked as soon as I reached the main gate, still in yesterday’s clothes, hair untouched, skin tight with sleeplessness.I was glad Theodore had left the room last night. I had even thought of helping with his wheelchair, but he hadn’t needed it. Not from me.I hadn’t slept. Not even a blink. That was why I was leaving first thing in the morning, before the entire family crawled out and climbed onto my spine again. My apartment was probably empty by now. Theodore’s people had been hauling things out, and I didn’t even know where my own belongings were anymore.Could deal with that mess later. Boxes, missing clothes, lost things. All manageable. What couldn’t be dealt with was the family drama. Not again. Not this early.And now Albert had caught me before I could slip away and think. He stood in front of me like a wall, polite and immovable.“Nothing much,” I replied, forcing a smile that stretched my face in all the wrong places. I

Irene Jones POVI ignored his words and kept going. “Where is your room? We don’t have the whole night. I’m tired.” The whole wedding had drained me; everything that followed squeezed the life out of me until all I wanted was a place to breathe.“Move forward. The last and biggest room is mine. I rarely come to this mansion, but for tonight we can use it.”I pushed the wheelchair faster. The sooner we reached the room, the sooner I could pretend this day never happened. But the thought sank in anyway, slow and heavy—sharing a room with this arrogant husband of mine.A man who barely visited this place, yet dragged me here as if I were a spare, a replacement, something his family could look down on without restraint.Replacement, spare, entertainment—my own family treated me as the first two, his family as the last. But I didn’t accept any of it.“Stop. Where is your attention?” A cold touch brushed my hand, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I halted instantly. Theodore’s glove

Irene Jones POV “Who is this ugly woman?” I stopped the moment we rolled into the living room, Theodore’s wheelchair gliding with me as I forced it to a halt. It took more strength than I expected, especially after dragging this thing all the way in on my own while listening to every taunt thrown at me along the way. So this was the first thing I was going to hear after entering this mansion. Perfect. The place was stunning, all white and wide open, so graceful it made both my apartment and the Jones family home feel like storage closets in comparison. Not that my apartment could compete with anything in this house anyway. “Theodore, is this what the Jones family gives you? A woman so ugly I feel like I’m staring at a ghost under all these lights?” The woman’s voice cut into me, sharp and irritated, as if the sight of me offended her very existence. Four people sat waiting—one woman in her forties, another older woman settled beside an equally aged man, and a younger man s

Irene Jones POV It was a lie, and I knew it, because there was no version of reality where his finger pressed to my mouth wouldn't scare me. The leather was cold enough to sting, a chill slipping down my spine, but I refused to let that reaction show. Not to him. Not ever. I'd grown up with this stupid reflex of hiding my tongue around the Jones family, but I never held it back with anyone else. “You should be, Irene. You should.” His voice stayed low as the pressure of his finger increased, pushing against my bottom lip until it felt like one more ounce would split the skin. My body wanted to move back, or flinch, or do anything except freeze—but it wouldn’t move. Move, damn it. It didn’t listen. “You know what, just get your hand off me,” I breathed, heat flooding my cheeks even as my voice trembled with control. “About fear? I do feel…” I let the pause hang between us, and watched his eyes sharpen. “Disgust. Only disgust. Nothing more. Nothing less.” “Disgust? Doesn't sound

Theodore Myers POV “That bad?” I couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at my mouth, though the mask hid it well. This woman—my wife—had a fire I didn’t expect. Feisty. Reckless. Unpredictable. I never imagined marriage would come wrapped in this kind of chaos, yet here she was, testing me at every turn. She said she didn’t think I was that bad. Like she’d never met me at all. Like she had no idea how bad I could be. “Yeah, you're suffering like me. I thought we were similar,” she justified, stumbling over her words. Should I be grateful for that? The thought almost amused me. “I’m Theodore Myers. No one makes me suffer. Not even if I’m crippled. Not even if the world tries.” No one gets to pity me. “Totally got it now—you’re an arsehole.” Her words only fed the anger already simmering in me. I was trying to keep control, but she’d been testing me since the moment we met. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit. How could anyone dare to mess with Theodore Myers? Especially her—the

Irene Jones POV “You think I give two fucks about that?” The words snapped out before I could stop them. This man really had the nerve to force me into this and still expected me to care about what he thought.I was on edge—who wouldn’t be? Trapped in a car at night with a man who was my husband only on paper, his face hidden behind a mask, his body wrapped up so tight he looked more like a shadow than a person.It was almost funny. Almost. The kind of funny that made my skin crawl if I thought about it too long.“This tongue of yours won’t lead you anywhere good.” Theodore’s chuckle came low, like he found the whole thing entertaining.The engine growled to life. A soft click followed, and the glass partition slid up, sealing the front from the back. It left me alone with him—and the kind of silence that pressed on my chest like a weight.“How about you let me stay in my apartment? Then my tongue won’t be such an issue, Mr. Myers,” I muttered, sarcasm biting at every word. “And if n

Dante Scout POV“Leave my hand, Dante.” She stared hard, like the look alone might kill me. “I don’t want to be so close to the man who has this much filth inside him.”“My name sounds delicious on your tongue, Vin. Now you’ve even learned to say it without adding Alpha.” I drew her hand closer and pressed it against my crotch, hard beneath the fabric.The color drained from her face. Her eyes dropped to where her hand rested, then snapped back up. I was already fully hard.Not my fault. I warned her about cursing. That defiant spark in her eyes rubbed against every nerve I wanted rubbed, even when she refused to do it herself.“Dante, have some shame.” She struggled to pull free, but I tightened my grip and forced her hand to press harder.If I had been joking about cumming before, it stopped being a joke now. Every second edged it closer. “Baby, the thing you’re calling disgusting took a long tour of your mouth and throat, filled you all the way down.”She gasped, sharp and offended

Dante Scout POV“Not like I’m expecting some hardcore romance. I don’t love you either. It’s all hate from my side. Don’t forget how I lost my parents and became an orphan.” The words tore out of me, sharp and burning, my hands tightening around the steering wheel as anger crawled up my spine.How dare she say that when I was trying to be decent, trying to be someone I usually wasn’t. The irony tasted bitter. No matter how much venom she spat or how much I pretended to despise her, the Moon Goddess had already decided our fate. Bound. Tethered. Trapped together.And the worst part was the lie I kept feeding myself. I didn’t hate her. Not really. No matter how hard I forced the feeling, twisted it, dressed it up as resentment. The hatred belonged to her dead parents, a festering thing that bled through me and stained her name instead.“You are so corny,” she snapped. “Always making me remember, like I didn’t lose my parents in that same accident.”“That doesn’t change the fact that you

Dante Scout POV“You really got some confidence since you turned eighteen, baby bunny.” My eyes narrowed on her. Her sweet scent burned through my nostrils, sharp and maddening.There was something different about her since that day. I would be lying if I said her smart mouth did not turn me on. She only had to exist for me and my wolf to lose our minds, which was exactly why I stayed away from her most of the time.She did not respect me at all. And the irony was that, for the first time in my life, I had wanted something soft between us. Something simple. I knew how much she loved strawberry, so I bought her a strawberry cake on her birthday.Vin never came home that night.I spent the entire night wired, restless, until I found out she had gone clubbing with Amanda. I did not want to be calm about it, but it was her day. The day our parents died. Grief twisted people in ways I understood all too well.So I did not make an issue of the club.What burned me alive was that she got dru

Vinorca Jona POV“Don’t go to school today. I’m taking you to my office with me.”I stopped mid-step on the staircase, my breath catching when I saw Dante waiting below. Two days had passed since my birthday, and for once I’d been doing okay—no anxiety clawing at my ribs, no spiraling thoughts.Masen kept his word and never called Dante. Amanda’s parents were fully contacted, and thankfully, they took the situation better than I expected. Nothing exploded.Masen and I hadn’t spoken since that day. University stayed hectic, and I was grateful for the distance. I didn’t need rumors floating around about me and a teacher, even if Amanda had her own dramatic interpretations after I told her about my coffee with him. Not even a real date.“You hearing me, Bunny?” His voice brushed over me, the nickname tightening every nerve in my body.Facing him again was its own punishment. His red eyes dragged up memories I’d spent two days trying to bury—how I’d come apart on his tongue, how he’d fini

Vinorca Jona POV“Sit here.” Masen pulled the chair out for me, the gesture catching me off guard for a second. Still, I sat.He settled into the chair across from me.“What do you want to order, sir?” I asked quietly, still unsettled after everything that had just happened.Masen gave a small smile. “Black coffee for me, with no sugar.”Yuck. His taste in coffee was pure bitterness. “Sure, sir. Give me a moment. I’ll order it and bring it over.”He nodded, and I pushed myself up immediately, heading toward the counter. I ordered his black coffee, then added a strawberry milkshake and a slice of cheesecake for myself.Everything was going to strain my wallet, but once in a while I could treat myself. I always lived poor—nothing wrong with that. When I worked hard for myself, taking a tiny break felt allowed.Within a few minutes, the order was ready. I carried everything back and set it gently on the table. “Please have it, sir.” I took my milkshake and cheesecake.“You have a sweet t

Vinorca Jona POV“I am sorry, sir.” Damn it. Why today of all days? Mistake after mistake, stacking until my head felt too tight to hold them.Nothing wanted to fall into place.“What is so important that you forget basic manners in front of a teacher?” Masen’s voice carried a low, irritated edge that lifted goosebumps across my arms.I pulled a breath in, hoping it would steady the nerves jumping under my skin. “I didn’t mean to behave like this. Usually, I’m not like this.” It was true. No teacher had ever accused me of disrespect. Yet here I was, tripping over myself like the universe wanted to see how fast I could unravel.“Oh?” he drawled, amusement sour enough to sting. “You’re being disrespectful because we met in the club yesterday? So now you don’t consider me a teacher?”His words hit harder than they should have.Why was he suddenly so… sharp? What happened to the polite gentleman from last night?“Did I do something wrong yesterday?” The question slipped out before I could

Alice’s gaze burned into hers, wild and desperate, as his fingers found the delicate string of her wedding dress. With a slow, deliberate pull, the fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulder. He pressed his lips to her bare skin, his breath hot against her. Alisha gasped, her head tilting back. "Agh..." Her voice broke into a breathy moan as a shiver ran down her spine. His hands traced down her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You're beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with longing. Alisha's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Then show me," she whispered.His lips traveled lower, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. The loosened fabric of her dress slid further down, pooling at her waist, exposing the warmth of her skin to the cool night air. Alisha’s breath hitched as his hands traced slow, teasing circles along her sides. Every touch sent sparks racing through her veins. “Alice…” she whispered, gripping his shirt and tugging him closer. He

"I do." The words spilled from Alisha’s lips as she stood at the altar with Alice. Six months had passed, and so much had changed. They had returned to their normal life with Daisy and Mary. The battles, the burdens—they were behind her now. She still remembered the conversation she had with Maya six months ago when she told her it was better for 'her' to lead the pack. Alisha had never wanted that responsibility. She only wanted to live a simple, normal life. Maya had disagreed at first, but eventually, she understood Alisha’s choice and accepted it. Since then, Alisha and Alice had stepped away from the chaos and reclaimed the life they once had. And today, standing before everyone, was proof of how far they had come—because today was their wedding day. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced. Alice’s smile stretched wide as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Can I?" His hands rested gently on her waist, his touch reverent. He still couldn't believe t

“Amm.” Alisha moaned, her body aching as she tried to move. With effort, she forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Her gaze landed on Alice. Alice was sitting beside her, but his eyes were closed, his posture slumped in exhaustion. “Alice…” Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. He jolted upright instantly, eyes flying open, and within seconds, they brimmed with tears. Damn emotions. He hated them—loathed them, even. But seeing Alisha like this? He couldn’t stop them. After so long… she was finally awake. His chest tightened with overwhelming relief. “Angel.” His voice cracked as he sobbed. “You’re awake.” Alisha swallowed, her throat dry. “How long… have I been sleeping?” “You were in a coma.” He pressed the call button beside the bed before looking back at her. “It’s been over a week.” Within minutes, the doctor arrived and checked Alisha over. “She’s stable now. Her wounds will heal with time,” he assured them before stepping out. Alisha’s ga

“You need rest, Alice.” Maya ran a hand through his hair, her face as hollow as the corpse he sat beside. A week had passed, yet none of them had moved on from what happened. Alisha was still in a coma. Maya herself couldn't calm her nerves. She had killed her own husband with her own hands. Even if it had been necessary, the nightmares wouldn’t let her forget. Not just because he was her mate—but because she had loved a man like him. A liar. The cause of her suffering. Of everyone's suffering. Mostly Alisha, who had lost everything. And they still didn’t know when she would wake up. Jackson had already explained everything to the pack, but explanations didn’t erase guilt. Alice said nothing, his gaze locked on Alisha’s lifeless form on the bed. The images of that day wouldn’t leave him. They played on repeat, like a broken radio, and the more he thought about them, the more he blamed himself. But he knew—blame wouldn’t change a thing. All he wanted was for her to wake up. If

Lima looked at Jackson, tears welling in her eyes. “If I could, I would have. But I’m old, and my powers are weak after living with wolves for so many years.” Alisha thrashed against her restraints, sobbing as she watched Alice being beaten to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. 'Please!!' she pleaded in her mind. Aman sneered. “He’s human. But aren’t you royal blood? Is this how you save your mate?” He yanked her head back and slammed it against the chair. Alice coughed up blood. “Motherfucker!” He saw the crimson streak trailing down Alisha’s face, and despite the agony wracking his body, he tried to crawl toward her. Another brutal blow sent him back down. Aman laughed coldly. “Yes, I am a motherfucker. But your mother’s not my taste. This bitch might be, though.” Alisha squeezed her eyes shut. She had to save them. Somehow. Could her wolf help? She had royal blood—would it be enough? 'You just have to trust me. Even cursed, I will do anything to save our mate and every

Alisha listened in silence, every word slotting into place, making the picture clearer. The puzzle was finally forming—pieces falling exactly where they belonged. “And we wanted power, so we helped,” Lucas and Harmis laughed in unison. Why wouldn’t they? From being worthless rogues, they had risen to Alpha and Beta. They had enjoyed that power for years. And after today, they would keep enjoying it—until death took them. Maya frozen, tears streaking her face, her eyes locked on Elk. Utter betrayal. The weight of suffering crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe. Levi’s scream cut through the air. “How can you do this, Dad?!” Her voice cracked as she turned to Rish, who looked just as shattered. Heartbroken. Aman chuckled, his grip still tight on Alisha’s hair. “Didn’t he already tell you?” Alisha barely heard him. Her gaze was fixed on Alice. She understood Maya’s pain—because she felt it too. Knowing Alice’s father was responsible for her being an orphan? That was one thin