Novels by anablackwood08

CHAPTER 5|| Author's POV ||A lone figure, wrapped in a dark, hooded cloak, moved through its belly, their steps quick and unsteady.They stumbled over a gnarled root, a sharp gasp swallowed by the thick night air. With a shaky hand, they righted themselves, pressing on with a desperate urgency that seemed to fight against the clinging undergrowth.Finally, they broke into a small clearing, a patch of weak moonlight filtering through the canopy. The figure... Eirlys... stood panting, her head whipping from side to side, searching the oppressive darkness.“You’re getting clumsy, Eirlys.”The voice, low and smooth, came from the trees directly behind her. She jumped, a hand flying to her chest as she spun around.Thyron stepped out of the shadows, his expression one of mild amusement. Eirlys let out a long, shuddering sigh, the tension draining from her shoulders for just a second.“Gods, you scared the life out of me,” she breathed.“Then perhaps we should meet somewhere less… dramati

CHAPTER 4|| David Calisto's POV ||The lovely Luna..!The words echoed in my skull as every instinct screamed to lunge across the heavy table and wipe that smug look off his face with my fists.. to show him exactly what happened to uninvited guests who sniffed around what was mine.But I was the Alpha. This was my throne room, my pack and my rules. I forced a breath into my lungs, unclenched my jaw and strode to the head of the table.The high-backed chair felt less like a throne and more like a rack designed to stretch me apart. I sat and leveled a gaze at my brother that promised violence, later.“Shall we begin?” I said, my voice a low growl that brooked no argument. “Or did you just come here to discuss my wife’s social calendar?”Marcello chuckled and finally took a seat opposite me, his two hulking Lycan escorts looming behind him like grim statues.“Always so hostile, brother. I’m here for business. The unpleasant kind.”My Beta, Gavin, seated to my right, cleared his throat.

CHAPTER 3|| David Calisto's POV ||Gods, I hated this..!The air in the throne room usually full of my own authority now stank of.. of him.Marcello.. My brother..The word itself was a bitter pill I’d never wanted to swallow again. He stood there as if he owned the space with his Lycan escort at his back but I was the Alpha here. This was my pack, my territory and that woman, standing frozen in the doorway like a startled doe, was my Luna. My wife..!He was looking at her and not just looking. That smirk… it was a private joke, a silent communication that excluded everyone else in the room, especially me. It was the look of a predator who’d just found the most interesting plaything.A hot, possessive anger coiled in my gut, tight and dangerous as I crossed the room in three strides. I didn’t look at him. My focus was entirely on Ashina.She seemed pale, her eyes wide and I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her firmly into my side. She felt small against me and stiff but I held h

CHAPTER 2|| Ashina Lockwood's POV ||For a long, terrible minute, I just lay there on the cold staring at the canopy as I imagined a hundred different outcomes, each more disastrous than the last.Exile. Public shaming. Being locked in a tower for a century.David Calisto had never raised a hand to me but he didn’t need to. His sheer disappointment was a punishment all its own and crossing him? Only a fool would try and I’d just proven myself the biggest fool in the entire Darktail Brotherhood..!With fear and trembling, I forced myself up. I splashed cold water on my face, the shock of it helping to ground me and my hands shook so badly I could barely pin up my hair. I chose a high-necked, formal gown and I dabbed a little more of perfume scent on my wrists.The walk to the throne room was the longest of my life. I pushed the doors open, forcing my lips into a pleasant, neutral smile I did not feel.The room was full. David sat on his throne and his council of elders and betas flank

CHAPTER 1|| Ashina Lockwood's POV ||Have you ever been devoured in the best possible way? Like, so thoroughly devoured that the idea of never moving from this spot seems not just logical but the only sane course of action?I stretched with a delicious ache between my legs and a slow lazy turn of my head confirmed the source of that wonderful soreness. And oh, what a source he was!He was still asleep with the sheets tangled around his bottom, revealing a back with enough muscle to make a sculptor weep.The memories of the night flashed behind my eyes like a sudden dirty and delightful play I was watching. The way his hands had gripped my back, the low growl in his ear and the absolute toe-curling, mind-blowing…My brain screeched to a halt. Right. He was not my husband.The warm fuzzies vanished, replaced by a cold jolt of reality. The first slivers of dawn were already lightening the sky outside the grimy window of the inn and so I had to move now.I slid out of bed with the grace