Novels by Iruoma

To call dinner awkward would’ve been putting it lightly. The tension around the table was thick enough to slice with a knife. Every time I glanced up from my untouched plate of pasta, I found Kai’s eyes locked on me, steady, unreadable, and far too intense. It made my skin crawl, not because it was unpleasant, but because it stirred something deeper, something dangerous. I couldn’t remember every word I spat at him at the bar last night, but judging by the glint in his eye, he did, and he was enjoying the memory.Florence, his mother, was surprisingly warm and chatty. Her kindness was almost suffocating. I was used to being overlooked, forgotten at tables like this, but she wouldn't allow it. She pulled me into every conversation she could, constantly directing questions my way, making me the center of attention. I could feel the storm brewing in my father’s jaw every time she spoke my name. That familiar tick of his cheek, the way he gritted his teeth, it told me everything. He hated

Casey’s POV. “Would you like a refill ma’am?” I nodded my head once to the bartender. I wasn’t even the least drunk as I wanted but I wasn’t in the mood for Heathingways whiskey, I needed something stronger especially after my conversation with my father. Just the remembrance of his words made me almost gag all the alcohol I had consumed. “What- What do you mean by marriage?” I asked, my heart was beginning to thump so fast in my chest and I was beginning to feel drowsy. I hoped and prayed to any god that cared to listen that it wasn’t what I was thinking. My father relaxed into the chair, his fingers interlocked together and he stared at me. “You are to get married by the full moon.” He said. “M-Me?” I stuttered, my eyes widened. “Yes Casey. You. Or is there someone else here?” He bit back. I swallowed, anger already replacing the blood in my veins. “What do you mean by that father. I don’t even have anyone willing to marry me.” I chuckled dryly hoping that he would tell me

Casey’s POVSome might call it luck. Others might call it fate, another could call it a privilege but I knew what it was. It was hard work and sacrifice. I had lived all my life trying to please my parents. My father being the Alpha king always wanted a son instead, one who would take his place as the next king after he was gone but unfortunately he got a girl. No he didn’t hate me, but he doesn’t love me either. I had sacrificed a lot and gotten a lot of work done to actually be recognized by him and by the clan at large. I knew I had more foes than friends and that was my fault. I have being called proud, insolent and full of myself depending on the group you asked and where I should care about their opinions especially since I was the Alpha’s only child, but I do not. I stopped caring many years ago. I was lucky to be born to the richest family in my clan, the most famous parents who were not really attentive to me but they didn’t neglect me either. They let me do anything I