Novels by Kimelda Govender

Olivia POV:I watched him sleep. For the first time since I’d known Damien, there was no tension carved into his face, no shadow of pain tightening his jaw. His breathing was slow, even, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath my cheek. He looked younger like this. Softer. Human in a way that made my heart ache. His words replayed in my mind—not loud, not dramatic, just true. I had felt them settle into the bond, warm and certain, but certainty didn’t erase danger. If anything, it sharpened it. My father’s voice echoed in my memory, smooth and cruel beneath its mockery. They will come for him through you. I closed my eyes briefly, swallowing the knot in my throat. "I won’t let them," I whispered, more vow than thought. My gaze drifted to the floor. The dagger lay there where it had fallen earlier, half-caught in the firelight. The flames licked along its edge, turning the steel molten gold for a heartbeat before it dimmed again. It wasn’t just a weapon—I could feel it. Old magic

Damien POV:My wolf was healing by just holding her in my arms, and my strength had returned tenfold. She slowly pulled away from me, her chin lifting towards me and her eyes darkened with something that only mates could understand. I leaned closer into her and she didn't stop me. Why would she? As soon as our lips touched, my entire body exploded with electricity and I pulled her deeper into the kiss. I could feel her body soften in my arms and I wanted her, I wanted her to know that I never stopped thinking about her and that everything I did in the past, the mistakes I made, I was never going to repeat them. I got down on my knees in front of her. "What are you doing?" She asked, looking down at me. I smiled at her seductively, as I lifted her leg, trailing butterfly kisses upwards towards her thigh. She inhaled sharply when I lifted her leg, her hands instinctively finding my shoulders—not to stop me, but to steady herself. The bond hummed between us, alive and radiant, stitching

Olivia POV:I felt the buzzing again as my eyes flew open, the sensation crawling beneath my skin like static. My fingers were locked tight around the dagger’s hilt, the sapphires warm now—too warm—as if they had been resting against my pulse instead of cold metal.I sucked in a sharp breath and pushed myself upright. I was no longer in the garden. I looked around and, to my horror, I was outside my old home. I rushed forward toward the territory line, and I was hit with his scent. Damien. I was overwhelmed with emotions now.Fear. Loss. Heartbreak. Guilt.They crashed over me all at once, so sharp and sudden that my knees nearly buckled. My fingers tightened instinctively around the dagger, the buzzing flaring in response, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was him.Damien.His scent clung to the air like a wound that had never healed—warm earth and smoke, something wild threaded with sorrow. It wrapped around my chest and squeezed until breathing hurt. Memories I had buried deep

Olivia POV:It was dark, but I could feel the cool grass under my palms, damp with night dew. My body ached dully, the pain blooming in slow, unwelcome waves as I tried to piece together what had happened. My head throbbed, every pulse sending a sharp reminder through my skull. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and immediately regretted it. The world tilted, shadows blurring into one another. Stone walls loomed nearby—old, worn smooth by time—and towering hedges pressed in on all sides. Wherever I was, it wasn’t the garden I had been walking toward earlier. That much I knew with chilling certainty. "Dimitri…" I whispered, the name slipping out before I could stop it. The memory came back in fragments. Moonlight. The promise of meeting him. A presence —powerful, too fast. A sharp sting at my neck, followed by cold spreading through my veins like ice water. Panic. Then nothing.My fingers brushed my throat. The skin there was tender, sore, but unbroken. Whatever they’d done, it hadn’t b

Dimitri POV:Her hands wrapped coldly around my neck, her thick scented perfume filling my nostrils. "Just for a little bit," she cooed, and I grabbed her wrists, removing them from my neck. "I am not interested Nila." The smile on her face disappeared and she hissed with anger. "Why!?" She snapped, her eyes glowing red with anger, "because of that mutt bitch!" I stared at her under my cool gaze. She wanted a rise, but she wasn't going to get it. "You should leave, I have things to do." I closed the thick leather book that was in front of me and stood up, smoothing my dark cloak. "Bullshit!" She shouted, "You just want to get back to her!" The emphasis of her that came out of her mouth was laced with venom. I grabbed her by her throat and lifted her feet off the ground, "You are forgetting your place in my nest."Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my grip, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. For a heartbeat, the room was silent except for the crackle of the fire and the shallow rasp of

Olivia POV:I sat beneath the great oak, its ancient branches stretching wide above me like a silent guardian, leaves whispering softly as the night wind passed through them. The sky overhead was a deep velvet black, scattered with stars that seemed too distant, too indifferent. I hugged my knees to my chest, the cool grass seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. Dimitri was supposed to meet me here after his meeting.He was late.I told myself not to read into it. Meetings ran long. Responsibilities pulled at him from every direction now. Still, unease curled low in my stomach, the earlier buzzing returning as a faint, persistent hum beneath my skin. My wolf shifted restlessly, ears pricked toward the path that led back to the estate. "Any minute now," I murmured to myself, tracing the rough bark of the oak with my fingers. The tree felt solid. Real. I wished I felt the same. Time stretched, measured only by the slow drift of clouds across the moon. I glanced up again, then back