Novels by Perchibie

The dim light flickered overhead as I set the small table in the hideout. My hands moved mechanically, placing two plates of hastily prepared pasta, steam curling into the silence. It felt surreal to be here, especially after the whirlwind that had led to my divorce. The air was thick with unspoken words, a tension that settled heavily in my chest. Harreld lounged against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips that hinted at mischief. “Is this your idea of a romantic dinner?” he teased, his tone playful yet charged. I shot him a glare, crossing my arms tightly. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is just sustenance.” The words were defensive, a shield against the pull he had on me. He chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “Sustenance for what? A new chapter in your life?” I felt my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and something else—something more dangerous. “You think I want this? You think I enjoy this twisted situation?” “Maybe we’re both trapped,” he said, his voice shi

The sun was setting as I leaned against the balcony railing, staring out at the city skyline. My thoughts were a chaotic swirl, much like the colors of the sunset. I had left Claymon behind—his coldness, the hurt, the pity that clung to us like an unwanted shadow. Now, standing here, I felt the weight of uncertainty lifting, even if just slightly.Harreld was inside, his presence both comforting and electrifying. Ever since our unexpected connection, everything felt different. But there was something lurking beneath the surface—a tension I couldn’t quite place.“Marissa!” Harreld’s voice called from the living room, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see him emerging, a playful smirk on his face, but his eyes held a seriousness that contradicted it.“Yeah?” I replied, trying to keep my tone light, even as my heart raced.“Come here. I need your opinion on something.” He gestured toward a large map spread across the coffee table, littered with notes and marked locations.Curiosit

The neon lights of the club flickered as I pushed through the heavy door, the bass thumping like my heart. I hadn’t intended to come here again, but something about the chaos felt comforting after everything with Claymon. The bartender's startled look reminded me I was stepping back into a world I thought I had left behind."Marissa!" he called, but I waved him off, already scanning the room for a familiar face. I wasn’t here for him—I was here for Harreld.He was leaning against his sleek black car outside, arms crossed, a figure of calm in the chaos around him. As I approached, I could see the tension in his shoulders. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.“Traffic,” I replied, smirking, but I could sense he wasn’t in the mood for jokes.“Let’s talk,” he said, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “I need to know what happened with Claymon.”I sighed, the weight of my recent conversations flooding back. “We talked. It’s over. He… he doesn’t love me, and I

Harreld’s presence had shifted something inside me, igniting a flame I thought was extinguished. I stepped into the sleek, black car he had waiting, and as I settled into the leather seat, I caught his gaze—intense, almost protective.“Where to?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the weight of our recent conversations.“Somewhere we can talk privately,” he replied, his voice low and serious.The drive was filled with electric tension, the kind that buzzed just beneath the surface. I knew Harreld was a mafia boss, a powerful figure who commanded respect and fear. But right now, it was his gentleness that intrigued me. I could sense the complexity behind his rugged exterior.“Are you worried about Claymon?” he asked, breaking the silence. His eyes flickered toward me, gauging my reaction.“I’m not worried about him,” I said firmly. “I’m more concerned about what comes next for me. I’m done with that chapter.” Harreld nodded, though his expression remained serious. “Good. Y

The wind whipped through my hair as I leaned against the railing of the balcony, staring out at the sprawling landscape below. The mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks dusted with snow, while the sun dipped low in the sky, painting everything in hues of orange and purple. This place was a far cry from the chaos of my life back home.Harreld stood beside me, his presence both comforting and intense. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, a stark contrast to the chill in the air. I had always felt a connection with him, a spark that ignited something deep inside me, but I was still grappling with the remnants of my past. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice low and smooth. I nodded, trying to push aside the thoughts of Claymon and the mess we left behind. "It is. I never thought I’d find peace like this."Harreld turned to me, his gaze piercing. "You deserve this, Marissa. You deserve to be happy."There was a sincerity in his tone that made my heart flutter, yet I

I sat at a corner table in the café, swirling my coffee and watching the steam rise. Claymon walked in, looking as disheveled as I felt. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Did he really think he could waltz back into my life after everything? When he approached, I gestured for him to sit, but I felt a strange sense of detachment. “So, you decided to show up,” I said, leaning back in my chair, feigning nonchalance.“Yeah, I thought we should talk,” he replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.I sipped my coffee, the warmth only reminding me of how cold our relationship had become. “Talk? About what? How you decided to cheat on your wife while I was right in front of you?”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know I messed up, Marissa. I didn’t want it to end up like this.”“Didn’t want what?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow. “To hurt me? Or to have me finally see you for what you are?”He winced, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of guilt. But it quickly faded. “I

Days had passed, and I could feel it in the smallest shifts of my body, the subtle warmth that had been growing inside me. At first, I had ignored it, thinking it was just fatigue, the aftermath of our intense nights and the constant tug-of-war between training, mates, and my own powers. But the truth was undeniable, whispering in quiet pulses through my body: I was pregnant.I didn’t know how to feel. Happiness, fear, and an overwhelming surge of protectiveness collided in me like a storm. I had never imagined carrying life, not like this, not with all of them… all of my mates, all of them entwined with me in ways deeper than I had ever dared. And yet, the knowledge made my heart swell, trembling with both terror and joy.The first to notice wasn’t any of my mates. It was Geri. We had spent the day training lightly, or rather, I had been practicing with all five of them watching, each lending me strength, guiding my movements, correcting my technique. And then he paused mid-step, his

I blinked, staring at the five men surrounding me on the bed. My heart thudded so hard it felt like it could crack my ribs. Cristof leaned close, his eyes dark with desire and something softer I couldn’t name, Cole’s arms were draped possessively around my waist, Geri’s hand pressed against mine like it anchored him to me, and Radolf and Cloud… their expressions were impossibly tender, yet there was fire hidden behind the calm.I couldn’t help the question that spilled from me, trembling despite my resolve. “Why… why are all of you acting like I belong to each of you?”Cristof, as always, was first. His fingers cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks softly. “Because you do,” he murmured. His voice was low, rasped with emotion. “You’re a Luna, Bam. A strong Luna like you… it’s never about belonging to just one man. Not when your strength… your life… demands more than one.”I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. His words made sense in some twisted way, but my heart still wobbled under t

Morning sunlight broke through the curtains like it owned the place, and I realized only then that I had woken up tangled between three living heaters. Cristof, Cole, and Geri didn’t look like the terrifying Alphas everyone feared. They looked… peaceful. Too peaceful. If the world saw them this soft, they might actually faint.Cristof’s arm was still around my waist. His fingers twitched like he was already prepared to pull me closer if anyone tried to steal me. Cole, annoyingly sweet even when asleep, had his face buried in the crook of my neck, breathing warm and steady. Geri’s head rested on my thigh again, like he refused to move an inch away as long as he was breathing.For a moment, I just let myself exist in their warmth. No wars. No rival hunters. No blood memories eating inside my chest. Just three men who, against every rule nature probably had, wanted me. A dangerous comfort.Then my brain decided it was time to panic. “What is my life,” I whispered into the air.Cristof mu

Bam’s POVNights had become dangerous in a new way. Not the kind with claws or blood or shadows hunting us from the trees. No. This danger breathed softly against my neck, wrapped arms around my waist, and fought for the right to sleep closest to me. Cristof. Cole. Geri.Three warm bodies sharing a bed with me like it was the most natural thing in the world now. And somehow, I hadn’t died from embarrassment. Yet. Weeks had. The training continued every morning until afternoon, pushing my bones to crack and my muscles to scream. But every night… every single night… they turned soft. Feverish. Too intimate. The kind of closeness that made it impossible to pretend none of this was happening. Tonight was no different. The lamp by the bed flickered low, painting shadows across the room. I was in the center, like a treasure the three wanted to guard. Or steal. Or both. Cristof’s fingers traced patterns on my arm lazily, a touch so gentle I almost forgot he had claws. On my other side, Cole

Third Person POVThe training field was silent except for the rustle of leaves overhead. The moon hung high, silver and cold. Bam and Yance had left for the night, heading back to rest after their long and exhausting day. In their absence, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Every stare sharpened. Every heartbeat became loud.The five males stood in a loose circle like predators pretending they weren’t ready to lunge. Cristof folded his arms first, leaning his shoulder lazily against a tree, though his eyes were anything but lazy. Geri stood opposite him, tense and already glaring as if just waiting for Cristof to breathe wrong. Cole looked calm, too calm, hands in his pockets while he measured each of them like a chessboard. Radolf and Cloud stood slightly apart, exchanging uncertain glances.It was Radolf who broke the silence. “We need to talk,” he said, voice steady but low. “All of us.”“Oh?” Cristof arched a brow. “A secret council of ridiculousness. How exciting.”Geri snarled li

The forest was quiet now, but the tension in the air still hung thick, almost tangible. My body still tingled from the heat of the night, the lingering memory of touches that shouldn’t have happened, but did. Cristof’s possessive aura, Cole’s dark, desperate desire, and Geri’s dominant, playful energy-each left their mark on me, literally and figuratively. My skin still burned from the lingering touches, and my chest tightened with emotions I wasn’t even sure I could name.I stepped carefully between the trees, still in my training clothes, my hair tangled from the sparring session earlier. Cristof walked a little ahead of me, his expression unreadable, protective. Cole lingered just a few steps behind, his eyes always on me, always assessing, always waiting for my smallest movement. Geri walked beside me, exuding confidence, teasing, and possessiveness all at once.I had no idea how to process it. How could I possibly sort through feelings for three men at once-three men who claimed