Nobela ni Kainaat

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

Vinorca Jona POVI slammed the door shut—and froze.Dizziness hit me hard. Someone was already in the room.To escape that pervert, what kind of mess had I thrown myself into?A thousand thoughts slammed through my head as I gripped the doorknob, heart pounding. I knew this wasn’t my room.But in the rush and the crush of the bar crowd, all I’d cared about was getting away from that asshole.Did I just drop myself into another nightmare?“Miss, what the hell are you doing?”A man. His voice, deep and sharp, sent another spike of fear through me.And just like that, my brain filled with worse possibilities.I forced myself to speak. “I’m sorry. I was... running away. From some pervert,” I hiccuped.“Is that so? At least show your face.”Confusion edged his voice—but not anger. Not yet.I took a few breaths and turned my face away, eyes dropping to the floor. But I could still see his feet—he was sitting.A couch.Great. I’d stumbled into someone’s private lounge.Escaped one trap, land

Vinorca Jona POVWho even is we in this? Why would I want to drink to my heart’s content—with a stranger?And I didn’t even know where Amanda was.The music throbbed so loud it turned into a pulse in my skull. I knew I was in a club, but the alcohol in my system spun faster than it should’ve—thanks to the blaring sound drilling straight through me.Or maybe it was just because I’d never drunk before in my life.“Let’s go.” Before I could say a word, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me across the floor.I stumbled to keep up, heels slipping on the slick tiles. “Sto…p.” The word spilled out soft, too soaked in hesitation.Either he didn’t hear me in all this noise—or he just didn’t care.I looked around, trying to anchor where he was taking me. It wasn’t the bar—not even close. He’d said he’d get me drinks. I hadn’t agreed.“Where are you taking me?” This time, I made sure he heard me.“To my private lounge,” he said without slowing. “You can drink as much as you want there.”I yanke

Vinorca Jona POV“Show us your IDs,” one of the bodyguards at the club entrance demanded.I was scared—but thrilled.No idea where I found the guts for this. Still, tonight I’ll enjoy it. Or hopefully I’ll be able to.Amanda had painted my face with makeup and slipped me into a black dress that matched hers—except hers had some silver prints and mine didn’t. The way it clung to my chest, showing off my cleavage, barely covering my ass… it made me want to crawl out of my own skin.I knew it was my eighteenth birthday—the one chance I had to live before Dante tightened the chains again.But the guilt gnawed at me anyway. It was my parents’ death anniversary too. I’d gone to their grave. Even stopped by Dante’s parents’ headstone. “Let’s enjoy every bit of it,” Amanda said as we walked past the entrance, her ID doing all the talking.I smiled faintly. “I’m trying.”The bass thumped through my chest the second we stepped in—lights flashing hard enough to burn, people grinding like the ni

Vinorca Jona POV I looked at my wrist, shocked to find the bracelet was missing.So much had happened today, and I hadn’t even noticed it was gone.Did it fall off somewhere?“Why are you so shocked?” Her question made me more nervous.I didn’t know how to respond. If nothing else, I was glad to have two wolves, because all my injuries were healed. If they hadn’t been, after what Dante did to me—how he left me injured and bleeding—things would’ve been much worse to explain.“I forgot to wear it, after the bath,” the answer rang in my head. Please, let her believe me.Amanda’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know that bracelet is waterproof?” Her tone made it clear she didn’t fully believe me.“Did you tell me?”Yeah, she never told me about it. Even though I was lying, it might just save my ass.“Right,” she nodded. “I thought you wouldn’t be taking it off, not after how much you blushed when I told you it’s from Lewis.” She giggled.I forced myself to smile. How can I even feel good about

Vinorca Jona POV “Don’t be like this, Dante. It’s already cold. If nothing else, I’d like to go to my room.” “So what’s that got to do with me? I fucking enjoy seeing your foul mouth freeze up.” His rage simmered beneath his words, molten lava threatening to erupt. “Better then—you won’t have to deal with it. So let me go inside.” Though this feeling was… something else. I knew I was on his nerves now, but hell, I was enjoying it. “Still not enough reason to let you inside since you ran away yourself.” Why the fuck does he have to be so snobbish? Then again, when has he ever not behaved this way? I inhaled, steadying myself. “So you can go inside, but I can’t? Thought so.” Bullshit. “Get lost.” His voice cut like a blade as he strode away, not sparing me a glance. Every step seethed with irritation. Not like I wanted to stay here. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the house, my body bare and bleeding. At least the plan worked. ‘You’re really something,’ the male wolf

Vinorca Jona POVI was fuming with anger, but at least things were working. Running hadn’t worked, and I still couldn’t understand what was wrong with my wolves—or why I had two of them. So, I thought maybe talking nonsense would help. And it clearly was. The way Dante stood here, provoked but still not touching me, was entirely because I showed I was in control of the situation—a state of being he absolutely despised. Though, truth be told, I was scared out of my mind. Bleeding, completely naked under his predatory gaze, it was nothing short of terrifying. “What did you just say?” Dante growled, his voice loud enough to pierce my ears and make them feel like they might bleed. “Exactly what you heard, Dante,” Despite my fear, the act of opposing him felt oddly soothing, almost like healing. “You hate repeating things. I don’t mind repeating, though. Still, wouldn’t it drive you mad to hear the same thing said twice?” Dante’s eyes narrowed. “You’re testing me way too mu

Irene Jones POVI sprinted outside, ignoring Albert’s warning. Hell, I’d rather beg on the streets than step foot in the Myers mansion—or any place where I had no idea what would happen to me.Theodore might’ve been my husband, but it was only on paper.“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to go anywhere.” I didn’t look back. Albert was still pushing Theodore’s wheelchair—I could feel it.“Mrs. Myers, you’re going to regret this.” Albert’s voice didn’t carry even a flicker of panic.I didn’t get far.A few more men in black appeared ahead. One look was enough. They were Theodore’s guards.Fuck. Why the hell did he have more guards? It’s not like he came here for a damn war.Or… did he expect I’d run like this?“We don’t want to force you, Madam,” one of them said.And no matter how hot-blooded I was, I knew I couldn’t outrun men built like that.One of them stepped forward. I backed away instinctively, toes skidding on gravel. My breathing spiked, chest tight. Another guard moved to flank me

Irene Jones POV I jumped to my feet, heart hammering at the sound of a voice that didn’t belong to any of the men already inside my apartment.“Young master,” they bowed in unison, heads lowered, and I turned sharply to see who they were talking about.Albert stood near the doorway, pushing a wheelchair into the room. Seated in it was a man dressed in all black—lavish fabrics draped over his rigid frame, a black mask covering his face so completely I couldn’t even glimpse his eyes.“Who are you?” The words slipped out, shaky, useless—but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.“Your husband. Theodore Myers.”The voice came from him.Goosebumps erupted across my skin. Fear coiled tight in my chest.Even Cyril hadn’t scared me this much. But Theodore—my husband, a man I’d never even met—radiated something colder than anything I could explain."Mrs. Myers," Albert said, calm as ever, his polished tone steady, "I told you before—you needed to shift to the mansion. But you ran away. Tha

Irene Jones POV“No thanks.” I stared him down, heat rising up my chest. How the fuck could he dare congratulate me—now, of all times?Screw the whole Myers family. Screw the Jones family too.“We’re going. I need to take you to the Myers mansion.” He snatched the papers from my hands like he had the right.Somehow, he managed to be polite and rude at the same time—maybe because even he knew I was just a substitute.I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going back to my apartment.”He opened his mouth, but I turned and walked off before he could get a word in.No way life could be this cruel—could it?I needed air. Space. I might be trapped in this marriage, but that didn’t mean I’d chain myself to the damn Myers estate.I’d already clawed my way out of the Jones family’s mess. Scraped and fought for every inch of freedom until I finally had a tiny apartment of my own.Only my dead body is going back into the cage of these rich-family politics.Sometimes I wonder—if my mom ha

Irene Jones POV “Why should I leave you?” Did he really just ask that? I didn’t even know this man, and he was way too close. “I should be asking why the hell you’re doing this. What’s wrong with you?” “Because I want to sleep with you," he said with a smirk. My stomach twisted. My soul was ready to leave my body. The audacity of this guy needed to be studied. "I’m your brother’s bride. How can you even talk like this?" I shoved at his chest, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head. Pain shot through my back as I arched away from him. His lips curled, pleased. "Yet to be a bride. And a substitute at that." The back of his knuckles grazed my jaw, featherlight. "And what's the issue in sleeping with a handsome man like me? A man who has more value than my disabled cousin?" The words hit harder than any shove. Why does everything always come down to looks or money? The Myers family was shaping up to be just as bad—if not worse—than mine. I clenched my jaw. "Liste

Irene Jones POV My heart pounded as I struggled to respond, voice trembling. "Yes?" "Miss, the Young Master would like to meet you." The man gave a slight bow. Formal. Firm. "I’m Albert, his bodyguard. I’ve been sent to escort you." For a moment, I stood frozen. "Are you coming, Miss Jones?" Calm, but insistent. The question snapped me back. I nodded—mute, numb. The gown clung like a second skin—too tight, too heavy, as if it knew I didn’t belong here. Every step away felt like peeling off parts of myself, leaving behind pieces of a woman I was never allowed to become. I wanted to stop him. Ask what was happening. Why? But the words wouldn’t form. My throat locked shut. I didn’t know him. I couldn’t trust him. And worst of all—I had the sinking feeling that trust wouldn’t matter here. The double doors of the hall opened behind us. A sleek black SUV waited by the curb. Tinted windows. Engine humming low. Albert gestured to it. "He is inside." He opened the door. A broad

Irene Jones POV "Bring her to the altar!" The heavy veil pressed against my face, suffocating. Outside the door, footsteps thudded. Voices sharpened into commands. I didn’t move. Barely breathed. Beneath the layers of silk and lace, no one saw the way my hands trembled—or the way my heart screamed. The door creaked open. --- Three hours earlier… "Dad, I can't marry him! Please!" Misha’s voice—high, frantic—sliced through the walls, unraveling. I stood by the door, stiff as a board, each word a fresh blade against my skin. Then again, how could I feel bad for her when she never once did for me? When I was the one who always got treated worse? "We can’t afford to upset the Myers family, Misha," my stepfather, Leo, said—calm, deliberate, like he was discussing the weather. "This marriage matters to all of us. Try to understand.” "Then let Irene marry him!" Miley—my mother—snapped, her voice like a whip: sharp, cruel, final. My stomach lurched. Of course. Throw