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

AVERY’S POV:All this time, Baron and the rest of the guards stood still—positioned with militant stillness, their eyes never drifting from Axel and Ryan. They weren’t statues, though. You could feel the readiness in their posture, in the way fingers hovered just near triggers, how Baron’s gaze scanned every shadow like he expected a war to break out.Me? I kept scanning too. Old habits. But I didn’t feel cornered. Not with Axel here—and not with the numbers we brought. He’d made sure we had enough men. If this turned bloody, it wouldn’t end well for Ryan.Still, something in the air told me we were far from done.Defensively, Ryan snapped, “Her father kept her a secret to shield her from attacks.”Axel’s brows narrowed. “If you found yourself a mafia princess, why couldn’t you stick with her? Build your alliances the right way instead of giving away my daughter?” His voice turned lethal. “If her father is truly who you claim, then why not use that leverage?”Ryan’s jaw flexed. “Becau

AVERY’S POV:“No peace is worth her dignity,” I snapped, my fists clenched so tightly they ached. “You sealed her fate to get yourself out of trouble.”Ryan shook his head violently. “Don’t twist this. You weren’t here. Enemies were striking from all sides. The Russians in Tampa. The East Coast Syndicates in Italy. Everyone thought Axel was dead and Miami was up for grabs. I was just a name. They smelled weakness.”“You were weak,” Axel snapped. “And stupid. You believed that dirty-bag wouldn't touch her? You believed some overweight, power-drunk animal wouldn’t lay hands on my daughter the second she was his?”Ryan’s lip curled. “You think I didn’t struggle with it? That I didn’t weigh every option? I was desperate, Axel. Desperate to hold together what was left of your kingdom while you were dead. I didn’t have the luxury of morals. I had to survive. We all did.”“And for that,” Axel said slowly, stepping toward him until they were nearly nose-to-nose, “you offered her like a gift o

AVERY’S POV:Thank God I didn’t listen.Something told me not to. The moment Axel walked out that door, tension still rolling off his back, I couldn’t sit still. My body wouldn’t let me. So I grabbed my bag, ignored the hesitant grumbles from his guards, and followed.Good thing I did.If I’d been a minute late—hell, a second—who knows what that fat slob would’ve done to our daughter or to Axel.As soon as I reached Axel, I caught him saving him from collapsing. He was trembling. The man who once bathed in the blood of enemies without flinching now couldn’t stomach the sight of one dead body. The irony was bitter.The place was chaos. Screams echoed from the hallway. People tripped over chairs, others bolted for the exits. The guards outside barked orders, trying to herd the crowd into some kind of formation, but it was like trying to sweep water uphill.I stayed inside, watching the mess unfold from behind the glass balcony window above. The moment was frozen in chaos—and then my eye

AXEL’S POVAs I leaned back in that leather chair, the scent of sandalwood and fresh polish settled into my nose. The office was polished. Immaculate. A clean display of taste, ambition, and new money. But my gaze wasn’t interested in decor—it anchored to the walls, to the shelves, to the little details most wouldn’t notice but I did.The picture frames.Dozens of them.Sea.Just Sea.Her tiny fingers wrapped around a paintbrush as she sat cross-legged in an art class. Sea grinning beside Ryan at a science museum, both wearing matching safety goggles. Her in a frilly tutu, mid-spin on a recital stage, wings on her back like some kind of seraphim. Ryan, lifting her on his shoulders as they fed a giraffe. Sea asleep on a couch with a book clutched in hand. Sea in a football jersey, cheering from the sidelines. And then Sea again—older—taller, her baby face giving way to teenage edges, beaming next to a golden trophy. Every phase of her life, etched in photographs, trapped behind glass.

AXEL’S POV:Clearing my throat, “Cedric,” I said, my tone shifting as I stood up, brushing invisible dust from my slacks, “we have more to talk about. But for now, I have somewhere to be. Some examples to set.”I nodded toward him in thanks. “Thaddeus will take you back. I appreciate your help.”Avery blinked as I moved, her joy giving way to confusion. She stood too. “Wait—we’re leaving already? I thought…”I turned toward her, placing both hands gently on her shoulders. “Avery, there’s no ‘we.’ You’re staying home. Rest. I’ve been careless with you—almost lost you one too many times. I won’t make that mistake again. Take care of my child.”She tilted her head, stubbornness rising behind her eyes. “Axel… we’re a team. It’s you and I against the world. You’re not going anywhere without me.” “Avery, remember what I told you the first time we met?” I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping. “I. Hate. Repeating. Myself. Stay home and relax. We’ve been through heaven and hell.”She exhaled

AXEL'S POV:Settling in had been strangely easy. Too easy. After everything, Avery and I managed to freshen up and slip into something lighter. She moved around the house like she already belonged here, her bare feet silent against the polished floors as she prepared a simple fruit bowl for us. It wasn’t a feast, but it was enough—a bowl of sliced strawberries, bananas, blueberries, and cold watermelon. We sat side by side on the couch, snacking between tired conversations, trying to pretend we weren't waiting for the next battle to hit our doorstep.But the peace didn’t last long.Thaddeus arrived, the door buzzing once before the security system confirmed him. I rose to meet him at the entrance, Avery trailing just behind me, wiping her hands on a napkin.He wasn’t alone.Standing beside Thaddeus was Cedric—alive, breathing, and looking one wrong move away from bolting. His hands twitched slightly at his sides, and his face was set somewhere between disbelief and anger like he had