Novels by MayorGeorge

The scent of wildflowers lingered in the air, the soft breeze carrying their perfume through the flourishing village now pulsing with life and laughter. A year had passed since the day Aria and Kai had pledged themselves to each other, not out of duty, but out of choice. And in that year, Moonfall had blossomed.The once-guarded warriors now trained with purpose, not out of fear, but to protect something precious. The children played freely in the sun-drenched fields, their laughter echoing across the hills. The borders no longer bristled with unease. Instead, they welcomed traders, allies, and the occasional wanderer curious about the once-fractured pack that had somehow become a beacon of peace.And Aria? She was finally learning how to rest.The constant fight that had defined so much of her life had settled into a quiet rhythm. The nights were no longer haunted by strategies or the weight of impending war. Instead, they were filled with stories by the fire, shared meals, and soft

The morning after the family dinner dawned crisp and golden, sunlight spilling over the training grounds where the morning mist still clung to the grass. Aria found herself waking with a strange weightlessness in her chest, a feeling she hadn’t known in years.There was no looming crisis waiting for her, no immediate fire to put out. Just the steady rhythm of Moonfall slowly knitting itself whole again.And Kai.She found him waiting for her in the courtyard, their staffs already laid out. His expression was open, patient, like he’d been expecting her all along.“Thought we agreed on training at dawn,” Aria called out as she approached, her steps light.“You’re late,” Kai teased, spinning his staff with ease.“I’m never late,” she shot back, taking up her position opposite him. “I arrive exactly when I mean to.”His grin deepened. “You’ve been spending too much time with Jayden.”They fell into their familiar rhythm, the clack of staffs and the sharp thud of boots on stone filling the

The rhythm of Moonfall was steadier now.The chaos had quieted, the wounds were slowly stitching themselves closed, and with each passing day, Aria found herself breathing a little easier. Her nights weren’t as restless. Her mornings didn’t weigh as heavily on her chest. And maybe—just maybe—she was starting to believe she could build something here again. Not just for the people she led, but for herself. For her family.For Kai.Their days fell into a quiet rhythm.They trained together in the mornings, just as they used to—not as adversaries or guarded allies, but as two people who knew each other’s rhythms better than anyone else. Their sparring sessions had become something of an unspoken ritual, a shared space where words weren’t necessary.The clash of their wooden staffs echoed through the courtyard, the thrum of muscle and breath filling the space between them.Aria struck low, quick, her movements sharp.Kai parried, his grip steady, the corner of his mouth tugging in a famil

Moonfall was healing.Not quickly. Not perfectly. But it was healing all the same.The damage Silverfang had wrought lingered—fractured alliances, scarred territory, trust that needed careful mending—but the people of Moonfall did what they had always done.They endured.And this time, Aria wasn’t carrying the weight of it alone.Kai had decided to stay with her, slipping into their rhythm with an ease that surprised even her. He didn’t arrive as the sharp-edged enforcer he’d once been. He came as something steadier. Softer, though no less formidable. And somehow, that made all the difference.He didn’t push. He didn’t pry.He simply stayed.When Aria rose at dawn to survey the perimeter, he was already waiting with two cups of bitterroot tea—one for her, one for himself.When she sparred with the new recruits, he joined the drills without hesitation, his movements sharp but never showy, his corrections firm but patient.When Council matters threatened to drown her, he didn’t offer em

Time didn’t heal all wounds. Aria had learned that much.But time, at least, softened the sharpest edges.The weeks that followed her discovery in the archives passed in a strange blur. She returned to her duties, attended Council briefings, led training exercises, made her reports—all the motions expected of her—but a quiet shift had begun beneath her skin.The ache that had once been a raw, festering thing had begun to settle. Still painful. Still present. But no longer the iron chain around her throat.Every morning, she told herself the same thing:Ethan made his choices. And she had to live with hers.She still visited the cliffs, still held the bundle of his letters, but the weight of them had changed. No longer an anchor. Now they were something else—something lighter. A memory, not a monument.And with that softening, something else began to stir.The space where her grief had once suffocated everything… it wasn’t empty anymore.Kai.She’d kept him at a careful distance, too a

The air in Moonfall was thinner now. Aria could feel it pressing against her lungs as she walked the familiar halls, her boots echoing in the silence. The walls, once symbols of justice and tradition, now felt like cages, their stone facades suffocating beneath the weight of lies she could no longer unsee.Kai’s revelations clawed at her every step. She had to know for herself. She had to peel back the layers, even if it meant tearing apart the pieces of Ethan she had fought to preserve.She didn’t tell Kai where she was going. She needed to do this alone.The pack archives were rarely visited outside of formal audits. Dust coated the high shelves, the scent of parchment and aged leather heavy in the air. Aria lit a lantern, its soft glow dancing across the rows of records that chronicled generations of alliances, debts, and betrayals.She began where Kai had told her to: the debt ledgers.Ethan’s name appeared far too often.Her fingers skimmed the worn pages, tracing the entries. Th

Sansa’s POVWhen Winston said he had a plan, I didn't know what to expect. He was a man of his words and the kind that knew just how to fix things. But Killian was a touchy subject for him. I didn't know what to expect. I spent the drive down to Wolfe Incorporated all tense, carefully smoothing my cream silk dress, running fingers through my hair. Winston had squeezed my hand before we got into the car and stared into my eyes. “It’ll be fine.”He didn’t lie or show how much he meant it. But I knew it would be fine. Surely. By the time we arrived, the boardroom was packed. Directors, family friends, Winston’s legal team and a few junior staff. We had barely sat down when Killian walked into the room. But he wasn't alone. He literally had half the press in the city right inside the large conference hall. Cameras hovered at the door. He walked in quietly but his eyes flickered once between Winston and me, a mix of shame and disgust on his face.Winston barely spared him a glance

Sansa’s POVIt was the next morning. I yawned softly and stretched against the warm body next to me. Winston. He'd showed me just how much he wanted me. But again, he hasn't slept with me. I begged. I cried. I threw a tantrum. But he said I wasn't ready. That didn't stop him from pleasuring me in ways I didn't even know existed. I was sore, weak and panting by the end of the night. “Hello, sunshine," his raspy voice whispered in my ears and I jerked. “Hey, are you okay?" I turned to him with a pout. “No. And you know it." He smiled. “I've done everything you wanted, woman. What else do you want?" I turned away. “Well, you said you'd…” I trailed off. "I said I'd fuck you. Yes. And I will. But I want it to be special. I want you to remember it for the rest of your life.” I scoffed. "Stop being poetic. I hate it when you torture me. It's been months! Gosh! Are you really making me beg?” He flipped me under him and smiled. "You see what you do to me?” He asked, grinding agains

Sansa’s POV The front door clicked shut behind me and I leaned against the wall of the living room. My high heels was a little loud against the marble floor as I made my way upstairs, arms wrapped around the bags I’d brought back. I was still a little shaky from the experience with Astrid earlier. All she said left me doubting everything I've ever thought I knew. She was my best friend. She was honest. She was my rock when I lost everything in that car crash that claimed my parents. And still, she was the end of my happiness. Or so I'd thought. “I did it all for you." She'd said. And I knew deep within, that she wasn't lying. The entire house was quiet and I pulled off my heels as I snuck into my bedroom without any noise. My bathrobe hung on the back of the bedroom door, as if waiting, and I slipped out of my clothes and into it. I stood for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of lavender and fresh linen. My heart still felt unsteady. I needed clarity. I needed relief

Sansa’s POVIt was the next day and I felt well rested. My eyelids fluttered open to morning light filtering through silk curtains as I was curled against Winston’s chest, the scent of his cologne comforting as I burrowed into him. For a moment, the world felt perfect: safe, warm, right.Then my mind caught up quickly. The events of the previous night came rushing back. The shopping, Astrid, that card in my purse. Anxiety seeped in like water into my nerves. I gently disentangled myself and slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Winston.A glance at the clock told me it was still early. 7:15 AM. Winston must be out in fifteen to sign some important deal he mentioned. I didn't know the details but he said it was huge.I took a steadying breath and threw on a night robe as I went into the bathroom. I spent a few minutes soaking in the warm scented water and couldn't help but ponder on a lot of things. I had to meet Astrid. This was my past calling and if I didn't find out why she

Sansa’s POVI stood in the softly lit boutique, surrounded by racks of expensive silks, frilly skirts, and jewelry that sparkled like little stars. These would cost a fortune. Just by seeing it, I knew it. I didn't have to get to the cash register. But Winston had personally recommended this place and so I had to check it out. My fingers traced down hangers of colored blouses and tailored blazers, and every time I lifted something to eye it, my mind was confused with indecision.“Do I really need this?" I mumbled inaudibly to myself. But Ellen must have noticed my dilemma and she came closer. “How long are you going to stand there like a kid in a candy store?” She teased, leaning in beside me with a grin. She was holding up two identical blouses, one in light pink color that almost looked like blush, the other in ivory. “Pick one already.”I blinked at them. “I’m trying, Ellen,” I replied, voice tight. “It’s just that everything is so pretty.”She rolled her eyes, tsked dramatica

Sansa’s POVThe world seemed to stop moving for a second. All I could see was her face. Her perfect nose. Her dyed blonde hair. A friend. An enemy. The reason for my misery. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was the girl I’d loved like a sister, my confidante, my partner in secrets and laughter. But betrayal had flipped our bond into poison on the anniversary of my birthday. She had left me broken, distraught and totally destroyed and vanished into Killian’s arms. I couldn't believe Astrid would ever leave me. She was there when I lost my family. She was there when I couldn't help myself. She was there when I had nightmares and couldn't sleep. And yet, she was the same woman who stole my husband. She took Killian from me. She broke me. She left me questioning everyone and everything I'd ever known. I could never trust her again.Seeing her again was like a slap. I didn't know when I missed my step and staggered backwards. Immediately, Ellen held me from behind. Winston mus

Three Years Later(Sarah's POV)The late afternoon sun bathed the backyard in a golden glow, the air humming with the lazy buzz of summer.Laughter floated through the open doors of the house—the high, sweet giggle of a toddler, the low rumble of a man who had found his peace, the musical chatter of a little girl who had grown into her role as big sister like she was born for it.I leaned against the porch railing, a glass of lemonade in my hand, watching my family.Our family.Adrian was down on the grass, his hair a little longer than when we first met, his white T-shirt grass-stained and wrinkled.He didn’t care.He only cared about the tiny whirlwind currently chasing him in uneven circles, her curly brown hair tied up in two messy pigtails, her squeals of delight loud enough to make the birds scatter."Catch Daddy, Eliana!" Nora shouted from her perch on the swing set."I’m trying!" Eliana cried back, her little legs pumping furiously, her chubby hands reaching for Adrian with th

Sarah’s POV(Final Chapter)The day our baby was born didn’t start with fireworks.It started with rain.Soft, misty rain that painted the windows in silvery patterns and made everything feel quiet. Holy, almost. Like even the world itself was holding its breath.I woke up around four in the morning with a dull ache low in my back. Nothing urgent, nothing dramatic—just a slow, steady tightening that made me blink up at the ceiling and wonder if this was it.Adrian was dead asleep beside me, one hand resting lightly on my belly as he had every night for the past few months.I lay there for a while, listening to the rain, to the sound of his breathing, to the tiny thump of our baby’s heartbeat inside me.Alive.Strong.A miracle.Eventually, I shifted, and Adrian stirred immediately, like he could sense something even in sleep."Sarah?" he rasped, his voice thick with sleep."I think…" I hesitated, pressing my hand to my stomach as another tightening wave rolled through me. "I think it’

Sarah’s POVSeven months laterI should have said something earlier.I should have told Adrian that the cramps were getting worse. That the dizzy spells weren’t going away. That I felt...off in a way I couldn’t explain.But I didn’t want to worry him.He already did so much, already hovered over me with this mixture of awe and terror like I was the most precious thing in the world.So I smiled. I reassured him. I told myself it was normal.Until it wasn’t.Until I was standing in the kitchen one afternoon, laughing at something Nora said, and the world tilted dangerously.Until I felt a sharp pain—low and deep—and the next thing I knew, I was crumpling to the floor, gasping for air."Mommy?" Nora's tiny voice was the last thing I heard before everything blurred.*When I came to, I was lying on the couch, Adrian’s hands cupping my face, his voice sharp with panic."Sarah, sweetheart, stay with me, okay? I’m calling an ambulance—""No," I croaked, grabbing his wrist weakly. "Just...hos

Adrian’s POVSaturday evening came faster than I expected.Our house smelled like roasted chicken, fresh bread, and something sweet Sarah had been tinkering with all afternoon. She insisted on doing most of it herself, humming as she moved around the kitchen, a hand occasionally drifting to her still-flat stomach without even realizing it.I couldn't stop watching her.There was a new glow to her, yes—but it was deeper than that. It was peace. Wholeness. Like she was finally standing on steady ground again.At five-thirty sharp, the doorbell rang.I beat her to it.Emily stood there, holding Lily with one hand, Alex gripping her other hand, and a diaper bag hanging off her shoulder like a badge of honor."Hey, Uncle A!" Alex grinned up at me, missing one of his front teeth."Hey, bud," I said, ruffling his hair.Lily repeated the same thing, allowing me scoop her up. "You’re my favorite now," Emily teased, slipping inside. "Saved me from my pack mule life."Sarah appeared from the ki

Sarah’s POVThe morning sun stretched wide over the city as I pulled into the parking lot of The Haven.I sat for a moment, hand brushing lightly across my still-flat stomach. No real bump yet, but the knowledge of the life growing inside me made every breath feel a little deeper. A little more sacred.The Haven had become more than just a project. It was a refuge—for the women we took in, and honestly, for me too.When I pushed open the front doors, I was hit immediately by the smell of coffee and the soft hum of laughter coming from the kitchen."Morning, Mrs. Blackwood!" Dana called from across the common room, her blonde hair a messy halo around her head.I smiled warmly. "Good morning, Dana. And please, it’s just Sarah."She grinned and returned to helping another girl sort through a box of donated clothes.There were almost ten women — and a baby — living here now. Ten beautiful, messy, complicated lives. And the house showed it: sneakers tossed by the door, mugs abandoned on th

Adrian’s POVIt was strange, walking through the halls of the Blackwood estate again—this time with peace in my chest, and my family by my side.Nora clutched my hand tightly, her Birthday Queen sash still proudly slung across her shoulder. She was buzzing with excitement, peppering me with questions about what Grandpa Richard had planned for her special dinner.“Do you think he’ll have chocolate cake again?” she asked. “The one with the crunchy layers?”“I’m sure he will,” I said, glancing down at her. “You’re the birthday girl. You call the shots.”She grinned and swung our hands as we walked. Behind us, Sarah moved with careful grace, her free hand resting gently on her still-flat stomach.I slowed my pace to match hers and looked over my shoulder. She met my eyes and gave me a soft, reassuring smile.“You okay?” I mouthed.She nodded, but I could feel her tension. Not just because of the dinner, but because of who’d be at the table.Anne.She’d made no real attempt to hide her dis

★★EVENING★★The news had gotten to everyone that the king was organising a party in his palace.Everyone had a mixed feeling about the party. While some were happy and just could not wait to enjoy the fun of it, some were curious, because it was unlike the king to throw a party.Some women gathered at a spot to gossip and also discussed how they felt.Amongst these women was madam Kate."Listen, you should not stress yourselves about this issue," a lady amongst them said."Why shouldn't we? the king is suddenly calling a party and you are happy, what party exactly?" Madan Kate scoffed."Then why are you getting yourself worked up? He might have seen us struggling and decided to ease our burden by throwing a party," another replied."You are right," the lady supported."What will party do? Instead of sharing money to us, he is busy wasting them on parties," madam Kate hissed.She moved away from them and started walking back home."Take a look at madam Kate," a lady amongst them laughe

Naya quickly stood up from her bed, she covered Enola's mouth so tight."Must you scream?" She groaned spanking her head.Enola let out a sharp wince and she let go of her mouth."Naya! A king!" She screamed again.Naya sighed in frustration feeling like killing and burying her right there.This time, she didn't bother to cover her mouth instead she just kept staring at her in frustration."I'm sorry," Enola mumbled after she had realised what she did."You are just one stupid soul I'm not ready to lose. If not senselessness, how would you not know that you stupid screams could put us in trouble, specifically me," she groaned.Enola chuckled lightly, pulling her to sit down."Tell me, did you guys get there?" She grinned naughtily."Get where?" Naya asked pretending not to understand what she meant."There, Naya. You both explore each other right?" She grinned."You naughty girl," Naya blushed hitting the pillow at her."What! You guys did it already? Then you must be pregnant," Enola

"My lord," she suddenly called like she remembered something."Yes," alpha Rohan replied, still not letting go of her waist."Why didn't you punish me earlier, I did something wrong," she mumbled under her breath."Don't mind that. I know you would not beat her up, if she didn't provoke you," he replied."Thank you my lord," Naya smiled happily."But your punishment will definitely be later," he said.The smile on her face dropped as she stared at him."Huh?" She muttered in disbelief."Yes, you won't be able to walk when I'm done with you," he winked naughtily."But my lord, will you be cutting off my leg?" She asked fearfully with widened eyes.Alpha rohan chuckled at her wild thoughts. Why will he be cutting off her legs when he is not mad."No, I won't," he replied."Then what did you mean by I won't be able to walk," she asked."Because I'm going to bury myself inside of you," he replied naughtily and she gasped."My lord," she made to pulled away from the position they were in,

Naya turned to Enola with a chuckle."Why on earth did you think I will make out with Seth. Gosh," she scoffed.She walked out of the bathroom whilst Enola followed suit having a guilty look on her face.Naya breathed in before walking to her wardrobe and she threw a long sleeve on her body.She walked back to sleep on her bed whilst turning her back against Enola.That's the sign they often give themselves anytime they are mad at each other."I'm sorry Naya, please," Enola pleaded sitting on her bed.Naya sighed before turning and sitting up on her bed."It seems you don't trust me enough to have such a thought against me. I am your friend and I'm expected to understand you the most more than anyone and that is exactly what I'm trying to do!""Did you think I can stoop that low to comfort you and give you hope of being with that guy and still go behind your back to have something to do with him? Did you think I'm that cheap of a person?!" She yelled at Enola.Enola shifted uncomforta

Naya met Alpha Rohan in the parlour, his back was facing her as he focused on the report he was reading.She breathed in and out before walking closer to him."Im here, my lord," she bowed when she got to him.Alpha Rohan lifted his face from the report he was reading. He stared at her for a while."Sit," he ordered."Huh?" Naya raised her head in shock.She thought she was there for her punishment, so offering her a seat is the last thing she expected from him at the moment."Sit down, naya," he said more calmly.Naya stared at him with the corner of her eyes before staring back at the floor."Yes, my lord," she bowed taking her seat.Alpha Rohan smiled after she has taken a seat. He opened the report he was going through largely before looking up at Naya."Come closer," he whispered to her.Naya stared at him with a creased brow."Why is he acting like nothing happened?" Her wolf whispered."I don't know either," she replied in her mind."Now, I'm scared because I don't know when he

ALPHA ROHAN'S SUITEAlpha Rohan raised his head from the complaint that was sent to him by his chiefs."Seth," he called.Seth, who was standing at one side of his parlour, rushed to him."My lord," he bowed when he got to him."Call Naya for me," he ordered."Yes, my lord," Seth bowed.He turned and walked out of his suite.Naya was in her room sitting beside Enola, who kept pestering her if the rumours are true that she had beaten up a maid.Because as far as she is concerned, Naya had never replied someone harshly, talk more of beating up someone."It is true, but I don't know how it happened either," Naya half yelled at her."Oh my! My friend is changing. Now, I love this new change," Enola gushed.Naya scoffed."Tell me, how did you do it? Did you slap her first?" Enola pressed on, giggling as she did."Enola!" Naya half yelled and Enola frowned."Just gist me about it since I wasn't there," Naya grumbled."Fine, I don't know how it happened, happy now?" Naya snapped."What is it