Novels by Blu

The soft rays of the morning sun painted the room in a warm golden hue as Lana cradled her newborn daughter, Kaylida, in her arms. She was a replica of her father, Tyler but had gotten her mother's hair. She was the best gift to the United pack, loved by all.The little one cooed gently, her tiny fingers grasping at the air. Tyler stood beside Lana, his eyes filled with awe and love for the precious gift they had been blessed with.Nine months had passed since Kaylida's arrival, and the family decided to celebrate by going on a picnic. They invited Kamala, to join them. The tranquility of the pack's garden provided the perfect setting for a relaxing day under the azure sky.As they set up their picnic spot, Lana saw the memorial stand nearby. It bore the names of fallen loved ones: Elijah, Kaylee, Katida, and many others. A wave of bittersweet memories washed over her, and she felt compelled to honor their memory.Lana turned to Tyler, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm glad we decid

Several months later...Months have passed with Tyler and his community doing nothing but rebuilding. He had Kamala brought over to join them. The land has brought together several packs focused on making the King's pack unmatchable.Lana agreed to have everything attributed to her past buried as it was a long time. A few times, she heard from Jack and Alpha Raven.Amid the reimagined Pure Crescent pack, a vibrant tapestry of unity and diversity unfolded. The once desolate lands had transformed into a breathtaking haven of life and serenity. As Tyler and Lana strolled together, their footsteps accompanied by the gentle rustling of leaves and the sweet scent of blooming flowers, their eyes beheld the beauty that surrounded them.Fields of wildflowers stretched as far as the eye could see, their colors blending harmoniously, painting the landscape with hues of crimson, gold, and azure. The air was alive with the melodic chorus of birdsong, and the delicate whispers of the wind through t

Afterward, he clasped her against him so tightly, it was to the point of pain. She needed it and wanted him to squeeze her even harder.They had no idea how long they remained like that, hearts thundering together, his hips softly rocking. Hours might have passed. When the now aggressive air began to flog their skin through the open window. "Is there a bathroom here?" Tyler questioned.Lana nodded pointing to the closed door on the left.Tyler didn't pull out. He carried her, with him buried deep in her straight to the bathroom. It was a simple one with a shower head, bathtub, and toilet area which was demarcated by a transparent glass. There was a cabinet with toiletries and towels and a bug full-length mirror.Tyler carried Lana under the showerhead, switching in the water with a free hand. The water from the showerhead began sputtering. Nonchalantly, he gave both of them a rinse without pulling away.Lana giggled, her breathing hoarse. "You do know that we need a proper bath after

Like an addict yearning for her drugs, Lana shuddered as Tyler teased.Once she managed to reach the heavy weight of his cock, he rasped, “Use it.”She rocked her hips up as she pulled his shaft to her. When the head made contact with her pussy, he bit out a curse, his length jerking in her hand. Panting, she ran the crown up and down between her swollen, flaring lips.“So slick,” he growled. “So ready for me.”As she petted her clit with the bulbous tip, his towering body shuddered with need. “Enough teasing. Wanted this too long.”He covered her hand with his own, fitting the crown against her entrance, pressing forward just a fraction. As soon as she knew without any doubt that she was about to have the best moment of her life that has been denied for months, she relaxed.He pulled their hands away, then began easing deeper, wedging the broad head inside. Her gasp was cut off by his lips, hungry and insistent as he sank his cock farther. Each inch forced her to stretch more and mo

The whole place was still in a frenzy as the dead and injured were being carried out. As Lana swayed her hips ahead of Tyler trying to help in whatever way she could, Tyler pulled her aside.Cupping her face with both of his hands, he brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “I need you," he whispered against her ears, and his breathing quickened."I need you too," Lana replied. "However, the pack needs us more. We need to put things in place. We have to decide where everyone would settle before we can have our moment," Lana reminded him as she ran her slender fingers through his now lengthy hair.The last thing as having a haircut and trimming his beard has been at the far corner of Tyler's head due to the whole commotion.He burrowed his stare into Lana's eyes, smiling proudly at her. He couldn't believe that he had almost given up such a wonderful soul due to anger. He was beyond glad that they found their way back to each other.With a calm face, he wrapped his hand around Lana's w

As the smoke cleared and the victorious warriors gathered, Lana and Tyler stood on the grand balcony overlooking the battlefield, the weight of their recent triumph heavy on their shoulders. Annik knelt by their side, his eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and anger. The gathered wolves, both from the Pure Crescent pack and other clans that had come to their aid, watched with bated breath, their attention fixed on the trio who had emerged triumphant. The wounds of the battle were evident on their bodies, but their spirits burned with newfound hope. With a commanding voice that resonated across the assembled wolves, Tyler spoke, his words carrying the weight of authority and compassion. "Today, we have emerged victorious, not just as separate packs, but as one united force. We have proven that when we stand together, there is no darkness we cannot overcome." A chorus of howls echoed in response, a symbol of unity and agreement from the wolves who had fought valiantly side by side

AXEL’S POV:The sky had begun to get extremely day only illuminated by stars and the lanterns, but our day—our moment—still shimmered in full glory. The music was soft now, guests rising to mingle under string lights and glowing candles, waves whispering their rhythm as the reception began. They enjoyed their meals.Avery leaned into me as we walked toward the long table under the palms, her belly nestled against my side, her laugh sleepy, warm.“I still can’t believe you tricked me into getting married today,” she teased, tugging at my hand.“You cried.”“I did not.”“You did. Sea has a recording.”“Ugh. You’re lucky I love you, Axel Grayson—”Then she froze.Her eyes widened.A hand flew to her belly.“…No,” she breathed. “No, no, no, not today.”I turned to her, gripping her arms. “What is it? Avery?”She gritted her teeth, the next breath sharp and shallow. “My water just broke.”My world tilted. “What?”She grabbed my collar. “You did this! With your surprise wedding and your vow

AXEL’S POV:Orion had never looked more beautiful.The beach shimmered beneath the golden spill of twilight, soft waves caressing the shore like a lullaby. A stretch of ivory sand had been transformed into something sacred—our altar of renewal.Tall, curved archways framed the ocean view. Silk chiffon in pale champagne rippled in the breeze like whispers from the gods, woven with orchids, sunroses, and baby’s breath. Glass lanterns floated midair, enchanted by Kaius himself, each shining with soft golden flames.And above us? A sky bruised in lavender and soft peach, the clouds scattered like spilled petals.Pulling this off wasn't easy but it was worth it. I'd asked for Wilder’s blessings a while ago, spoken to Kaius, and have Ryan and Thaddeus set this whole thing up.I stood at the end of the aisle, barefoot in the sand, in a suit the color of the first snowfall—fitted to perfection. No tie. No chains. Just me, heart bared, waiting for the woman who had ripped down my walls and mad

AVERY’S POV:The fruit bowl was half gone, and so were my tears. I sniffled dramatically as the lead actress in the rom-com finally realized she’d been in love with her best friend all along. Typical. Predictable. Still… somehow it got me.Katie walked in, arms crossed, an unamused expression riding her usually kind features.“Seriously, Avery?” she sighed, snatching the remote from beside me and pointing it like a weapon. “You’re sobbing over a woman who spent the entire movie avoiding basic communication. You’re going to stress yourself and this baby into an early delivery.”“I can’t help it,” I mumbled between mouthfuls of kiwi and mango. “He made her a scrapbook, Katie. A scrapbook!”She rolled her eyes so hard I was sure they touched the back of her skull, then flicked the channel without hesitation.The screen jumped to a live news broadcast.“…and there he is—Axel Grayson, CEO of AXEVY SEA STUFFY—officially opening their third East Coast distribution center…”And there he was.

AXEL’S POV:The Last Month Later…The morning sunlight spilled across the floors of our new bedroom in Maryland, making beautiful golden beams on everything it touched. I stood before the tall mirror, fastening the final button on my deep charcoal suit jacket. My once-short hair was longer, combed back with a natural wave, a nod to this gentler chapter of my life.For the first time in a long time, I saw a man in the mirror I actually recognized—peaceful, grounded, changed.These past three months hadn’t just been healing. They’d been transformational.Avery and I used them to rebuild—our bond, our routine, our very foundation. We talked through the pain. The secrets. The violence. And somehow, my respect for her deepened every single day.She was the one who’d stayed strong when I broke.She carried our name, our daughter, our unborn child, our legacy—through war, death, and fire.She stood where I couldn't. And she fought like hell.How could I not fall deeper in love with a woman l

AVERY’S POV:The temple had quieted. The bloodshed, the chaos, the rage—it all seemed to fade.Axel was beside me, his fingers intertwined with mine, our bodies aching, yet upright.And then… he walked in.The stranger. The man with the dagger. The one who had ended it all.My eyes widened when I truly saw his face—clean now than the first time I saw him. He was the same man I'd met in the bushes after Axel, Sea and I got lost walking back from the beach. The one that warned me about Akira.But now… now I understood.“You,” I whispered, breath catching in my throat.He gave a soft nod, a kind smile pressing into the corners of his lips. “You remember.”Axel and I stood to face him, a mutual gratitude threading silently between us.“Thank you,” I said, stepping forward. “For everything. For saving us.”He gave a slight bow, humble yet firm. “You shouldn’t thank me. I simply did what I was meant to do.”“How did you do it?” Axel asked. “How did you know?”He paused, his gaze sweeping ac

AXEL’S POV:Pain.There are no words strong enough for what I felt. My shoulder had been twisted backward. Ribs cracked like branches under foot. One knee felt like it had been shattered from the inside out, and every breath I took dragged a thousand knives across my lungs. My vision faded but I kept my eyes on my wife.She was suspended in the air, her limbs trembling, her screams fading into shallow whimpers. Her hand stretched over her stomach as if trying to protect the child we made with love and desperation. That sight tore through the agony.Something inside me roared to life, louder than the bones grinding in my body. Stronger than death whispering in my ear. I had to get to her.I tried to stand.My left leg gave out.I forced it back under me.And then—the temple doors exploded.Light surged in like a divine reckoning, and a silhouette darted through the dust.A man. Young. Wild-eyed. Fast.He raised his arm and threw a dagger, its blade glinting like silver lightning.“The