Novels by Oderah

Mia’s POV“Vote for her!” Cass’s dramatic announcement had frozen me on the spot, my ears ringing from the way she’d bellowed my name like I was some holy relic.I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear, but of course that wasn’t how fate worked for me because one thing led to another.Samantha’s face had twitched, hardly holding her smile, while the crowd mumbled in confusion now that their attention was split. Aaand… Cass was still shouting.Seriously! I was still internally dying, thinking of how to escape this situation when… Axelair happened. I could have been hallucinating. But I knew this was Axelair's pack. He could walk in at any time. You see, the man didn’t walk; he prowled into the scene like he had been waiting for this exact kind of problem to unfold.His dark eyes went from Samantha to me, and the crowd went silent at once. “What’s this?” His voice was low, and dangerous, but there was that glint of amusement I hated. “Comparisons? Trials before the trial?” H

Alex's POVI laughed then, low and humorless, because the idea of bedding a woman I hated as a strategy made me want to gouge my eyes out. You see, I was looking for Meliora for reasons known to me.Not to use and dumb later. “You think I’d sell Meliora like a trinket, Daphne? Use her and toss her away?” The word ‘use’ tasted like bile. “I’d sooner burn this whole rotten line to the ground.”Her smile thinned. “You… how noble. How very… naive.” She tilted her head as if studying me the way a bored child studies ants on the stone. “You’re gotten worse than I thought, Alexander Desori. You pretend to be some sweet savior, but you’d bend to whoever promised you something greater than the Desori Blood and Claw pack. You want the South Ridge power, too. Don’t pretend you’re above it.”I stepped closer until the iron chainbit of her ankle scraped against my boot. Up close, the smell of her… old sweat and something metallic, hit me. I could see the fine tremor in the corner of her eye w

Alex's POV “But then I learned what my parents never told me. Tristan wasn’t even their blood. That bastard was adopted when he was five, dragged into our family because two Alphas couldn’t produce an Alpha heir. Such a pathetic excuse for a family. And as if fate wanted to mock me, after they took him in, they conceived me.”She gave a bitter, humorless laugh. “Instead of placing me on the throne where I belonged, they chose him. Tristan, the outsider. The adopted wolf. Do you know what that does to a child’s pride?”I didn’t answer. I just watched her, face unreadable. She really did know how to cuss… another side of Daphne I hadn’t seen before.She went on, her voice smooth even as her words cut deep. “I could have swallowed that. Maybe. But fate wasn’t done being cruel. Tristan’s mate turned out to be Meliora. My Meliora. My friend. The anger… the betrayal… it burned everything clean. How could my friend betray me like that? They’d been seeing each other in secret, longing for ea

Alex's POV The guard tightened the shackles on her ankles and the hot metal bit into skin. She winced. “Every time you hesitate,” I said, “I take something away. Maybe a finger. Maybe an ear. Or maybe something worse, you don’t get to pick.” Warren shifted behind me but didn’t speak. He knew better. “Why are you doing this?” Daphne muttered finally. “Because your brother owes me,” I snapped. “And because you’re the only thing left that hurts him. Don’t pretend you don’t know why you’re here.” She stared at the table. “Look at me when I’m talking.” My voice was sharp now. She lifted her gaze slowly. “Good,” I said. “Now, let’s make this simple. Tell me where he’s hiding.” “I can’t.” “You mean you won’t.” Silence. I nodded to the guard. This time, they yanked her head back by the hair… enough to make her cry out. “That was nothing,” I said flatly. “You’ll wish I stopped at pain if you keep testing me.” Her breathing grew uneven. I leaned back, crossing m

Alex's POV But I shoved whatever I was thinking out the window. Fear was useful to her, not me I signaled to the guards. “Make sure she’s presentable. No bruises where they’ll show. I don't want to see a wreck.” “Yes, Alpha.” “Presentable?” The woman asked loudly. I froze. Well, that's surprising. This woman just caught one of my many signals. To say that I was impressed was an overstatement. This just confirmed to me that she was a bitch and I was just starting with her. “You’re hilarious. All this, just to parade me like a prize.” she finished with a shake of her head. Warren’s shoulders stiffened. He opened his mouth, then closed it. That's right. I didn’t need his doubt spilling out right now. I forced myself to keep my expression neutral, but my thoughts were anything but calm. All she had to do was think she’s winning with these little treatments. Let her think her little jokes matter and soon enough, she’ll understand exactly what she is to me. A fucking nobody. T

Alex's POVThe moment I stepped into the basement, the smell of rot and damp stone wrapped around us like a dirty blanket."Goddess, hell…” Warren cussed, disgusted.I chuckled. Basements were similar to dungeons. They weren’t meant to be comfortable."Feels like generations since we’ve been down here,” he muttered too, jumping over a puddle of water.The walls sweated moisture—the type that soaked into your clothes and stayed there. Warren grimaced. “I’m sure that’s slime.”For a Gamma, he was extremely observant.Note my sarcasm.But to the business at hand…"Tell the guards to clean the prisoner up,” I said without slowing.Warren’s steps faltered for half a second before he obeyed, heading down the stairs to relay the order. He didn’t even ask why.Good.From the glass platform above, I leaned on the rail, staring down at the wreck of a wolf chained to the floor. They were a heap of grime and matted hair, a barely human shape—even the guards hesitated when they dragged the prison