Novels by Brey Mitchylle

Catherine’s POVThere was something about power that bent people. I had seen it too many times to pretend otherwise. Fear was the simplest form of it. It pushed people into line, made them lower their heads, made them obey even when every part of them resisted. Fear could control a room, could silence voices, could make grown men hesitate before speaking out of turn.But fear only lasted as long as the threat was present.Money was different.Money did not need to shout. It did not need to raise a hand or make a scene. It worked quietly, steadily, reshaping people from the inside until they no longer needed to be told what to do. It made them choose obedience. It made them justify things they would have once questioned. It turned loyalty into something that could be bought, measured, and replaced the moment it became inconvenient.Fear could force a person to kneel. Money made them stay there, and believe it was their own decision.And men like Simon? He would do everything to have th

Catherine’s POVThe engine had already gone silent, but my hands were still locked around the steering wheel.I didn’t move.The house stood right in front of me, its tall windows glowing with warm light that should have felt like home. Instead, it looked like a place I had just returned to out of obligation, not belonging.My fingers tightened.My palms were damp, and the leather beneath them felt slick as I tried to steady my breathing. It wasn’t working. It felt like my body hadn’t caught up with the fact that I was no longer underground, no longer standing in front of something that could have ended me with a single word.The Beast.The thought alone made my chest tighten again.I had actually gone there.Not just thought about it. Not just considered it out of anger or desperation. I had walked into his territory, sat in that room, and spoken to him like I had the right to be there.My stomach twisted.What the hell was I thinking?A part of me wanted to laugh at myself. Another

Catherine’s POVSo… this is where the rogues live.I followed the person sent to guide me through a maze of damp, lightless tunnels that smelled of rusted iron and stagnant water, feeling the weight of the city pressing down on my shoulders with every stepThe pathway leading underground felt like a descent into another world where the laws of Solaria no longer applied.I had already undergone three separate security checks, each one more invasive than the last, involving silent men with electronic scanners that seemed to peel away every layer of my disguise down to my skin.There was a reason why the Beast was known as the King of Rogues and was silently acknowledged by all packs as a force that could not be tamed or broken.He owned this entire sprawl of concrete and shadow, making him the single biggest threat to the established pack hierarchies who had learned to stay out of his way to avoid a war they knew they could not win.I swallowed hard as the man leading me finally stopped

Catherine’s POVI can’t keep on doing this.The cold condensation from the glass seeped into my palm as I stared at the milkshake before me, the sweet vanilla scent doing absolutely nothing to settle the frantic churning of my stomach.My face heated up until it felt like it was glowing, a deep flush that had nothing to do with the humid afternoon air outside the cafe and everything to do with the memories I couldn't seem to scrub from my mind.I cursed myself under my breath for still recalling every wretched detail of what happened in the study two days ago, the ghost of Ethan’s touch still feeling like a brand against my skin that no amount of scrubbing in the shower could ever truly remove. Speaking of that devil…“Are you even listening to me, or has that milkshake suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world?”The voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts, forcing me to blink and look up at the woman sitting across from me.Samantha was watching me with a look of intens

Catherine’s POVThe doorknob turned, and the world seemed to tilt.Before I could even process the panic, Ethan’s hand was a vice around my waist, hauling me backward. Without saying a word, he dragged me into the narrow, shadowed space behind the towering mahogany bookshelf that lined the far wall.It was a space that barely fit one person, let alone two, and as we pressed into the dark, the smell of old parchment and dust mingled with the intoxicating scent of rain still clinging to his skin.I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart hammering so hard I was certain it would echo off the wood. A bitter thought flickered through the fear. I didn't understand why I was hiding inside my own study, in my own house, like a common thief.I was the one who had built this pack’s wealth, yet here I was, cowering in the dark because my husband’s brother had his hands on me.But before I could linger on that thought, the door creaked open.“That bitch is too calculating,” Simon’s voice spat, the sound

Catherine’s POV“You didn’t have to do all that,” I said, turning my head away the moment the study door closed behind us.Only minutes earlier, Simon had stormed out with Mina at his side, fury rolling off him. He had not left quietly either. He had pointed at me like I was something he intended to deal with later.Mina had followed close beside him, murmuring for him to calm down, but there had been something satisfied in the way she looked back at me before the door shut behind them. The threat lingered long after their footsteps disappeared down the hall.Ethan did not answer me at once.Instead, he reached behind him and shut the door fully.The soft click seemed louder than it should have in the sudden stillness of my study.My shoulders tightened. “You should leave.”He ignored that and stayed where he was for a moment, one hand still resting on the doorknob, as if he had already decided he was not going anywhere. Then he turned and walked further into the room with the same ea