Novel-novel oleh Zoe Daniels

Evelyn's POV The day before the ball is spent on dress shopping and getting my hair done. I do it alone because Wren and Nika have their hands full with preparation for the ball.I would have fallen into that category if Astria hadn't taken a look at me the moment I entered her chambers and told me to fuck off.Pleasantly delightful.I think she knows something is up or if she doesn't know, she definitely suspects something. But I dond care. I'm literally on cloud nine and I don't think anything can bring me down.Do I feel like an asshole for being a potential homewrecker?Absolutely yes!But, you only get one chance at happiness and as Laudia would say, “You grab it with your two hands and shake that booty as you walk away.”Lycans rarely find their erasthai, most choosing to mate someone else after waiting for a long time. So in lycan law, the treaty would have been annulled once Arkan and I met if politics was not a major factor in play.The baby is turning out to be a blessing

Evelyn’s POV Somebody kill me…. Please!I lean over the waste bowl again, retching until my stomach feels raw. The acidic burn lingers in my throat, and my hands shake as I hold myself steady.This is the third time this morning.My body has made it clear: whatever it is, it isn’t welcome.Goddess save me….I can’t understand what is happening to me. Is it the food? Something in the air? Finally, I sink to the floor beside the bowl, back pressed against the cold wall. I let my head rest there, eyelids heavy. The world spins lazily around me, and all I can do is breathe shallowly and wait.Ugh! This sucks.The door creaks open. Wren and Nika poke their heads into the wooden stall I'm in, concern written across their faces.“Evelyn?” Wren speaks gently, voice a mix of curiosity and worry. “Are you… okay?”I force a small shrug, not trusting my voice to work properly. “I… I think so,” I sigh in exhaustion. “Just… not feeling well.”Nika places the back of her hand on my forehead. “Yo

Evelyn's POV Have you ever let your emotions take over and later look back and ask yourself…. What the hell did I just do…?The fireplace crackles, embers flying out as the fire warms the study.I’m still tangled in the sheets on the large couch, body heavy with exhaustion. I should feel at peace, the kind of softness that comes after intimacy. Yet my mind still paces like it has claws, scratching at every thought that dares to settle.Arkan is by the fireplace, shirtless, kneeling slightly as he feeds another log into the flame. He pokes at the logs, shoulder tense.He knows what's coming. It's a talk we just can't avoid.“You didn’t have to attack Roan like that,” I start.He doesn’t look at me. “I didn’t attack him.”“You nearly killed him,” I shoot back.“He’s still breathing, isn’t he?” he replies, voice calm but edged with irritation.I sit up slightly, the blanket slipping a little lower. “You tried to kill him,” I exclaim.“I didn't try.” He dust his palms off and finally st

Evelyn's POV Livid is too small to describe his expression. This is bonfire rage licking skyward.He’s seething.His jaw is locked. His eyes are wider than usual, hazel burning with anger. Black bleeding into hazel. His lycan is at the surface.I can hear his pulse, fast like a man after running a marathon. “What did I say?” he growls. His voice is low, jaw clenching. “What did I tell you?”I struggle, trying to pull my hand free, but his grip is iron. “You don’t get to tell me that!” I shoot back, my voice breaking in desperation. “You don’t get to tell me who I care about, or what I…”“You’re reckless!” he roars, squeezing my hand suddenly. Pain shoots up my wrist. I cry out, instinctively trying to pull back, but his strength pins me further against the wall. My heart races, my tears falling freely. “Do you understand what you’re doing? You’re risking EVERYTHING!”“I don’t care! I can’t care about the council or the treaties or any of this!” I spit, my words trembling but raw. “I

Evelyn’s POVOne lap. Two. Ten. Twenty. I don’t know.Livid!That's the only word that can be used to describe the emotion warming me up from within.A mating ball. For my mate.How?!What happened to fighting for us? What happened to choosing me?!Four days!In four days I'm going to lose the man given to me to my cousin.My cousin!Goddess, you really do hate me…Ugh!I drag a hand through my hair. Pip is still giving me the silent treatment, sitting on the table, eyes tracking me as I pace the length of the room. I half expected her to leave the room when I entered. I want to scream at her too, but even my anger feels too heavy to share.I flop onto my bed, burying my face into the pillow. Why didn’t he speak to the council? He promised me he would fix it. He said he would talk to them. He said he would make sure the elders accepted me before any public event linked to him.I look up, eyes catching the coin bag on the table beside Pip. Roan had sent it through Nika after I ran aw

Evelyn's POVWhat in the goddess tits is going on?!Back home, it was absolutely rare to see someone shift into their wolf or lycan except during celebrations where everyone goes for a run in shifted form, to honour the moon goddess. My father was all about not letting your inner beast control you.But over here… It's barbaric. Everyone at my table ducks as the wolf is launched over our head and crashes into the table where foods are displayed behind us. The half-shifted lycan who had thrown the werewolf into the table beside us lets out a loud roar. The table beside us, filled with young noble men, erupts into cheers.Like I said… barbaric. But…To be able to let your beast free anytime, to watch justice be dished out by the wronged individual instead of waiting for the law to give out minor punishments, it's exhilarating to be honest. Freeing. Primal.Take for instance, what just happened now. The werewolf, who is a server mind you, tried to flirt with the lycan's mate. Bad cho