Novels by Soter Precious

It’s been four days in NorthHill and Lumina feels her sanity slowly slipping, like the steady pull of the tide tugging at her. It’s suffocating, this place. Every corner seems to echo with his presence. Theon. His scent is everywhere—familiar, possessive, inescapable. The walls, the bed, the air she breathes—all of it drenched in him.She’s spent all four days in his room, locked away. Not that she’d tried to leave. Every time she even thought of stepping outside, the air shifted, the shadows lengthened. His presence was always there, like an invisible chain wrapped around her. The pack is too surrounded, the walls too thick, and he’s everywhere, watching.She’s curled up on the edge of his bed, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the cold, barren wall. She won’t look at him. She can’t. Not after everything. Not after—Her thoughts screech to a halt, but it’s too late. The memories flood her.The blood.The pain.The rejection.She suddenly begins to wonder just how cruel the moon g

She doesn’t breathe for a moment. As much as she wants to understand the situation she’s in, the scent coming from him is undeniably real, even without a wolf she knows that’s a mate’s scent… He smelled better than Orion, and that scared her more.That voice—her mother’s warning—echoes too loud in her head, drowning out everything else. Her heart pounds a slow, painful rhythm in her chest, pressing against her ribs. Her body screams for her to move. To get up. To run. But she doesn’t. She can’t move. Because he’s still standing there, she stares blankly at Theon.The name carries weight. Not just as the Lycan Prince, but as the son of the monster who led the Great Purge.She swallows hard. Her mouth is dry.“You’re quiet,” Theon says, his voice lower now, quieter, he sounds like a calm man but Lumina refused to let his soft behavior make her forget he is probably as brutal as his father. “Do you remember what happened?”She doesn’t answer.Instead, her eyes stay on him, scanning the f

She wakes slowly, like surfacing from a deep and punishing sea. Her limbs are heavy, her mouth dry, and her body sore in places she can’t explain. A dull throb pulses at the base of her spine. Her stomach aches. Her ribs feel bruised. But it’s the scent that stirs her fully.It hits her first—thick and intoxicating.Smoked leather. Chocolate musk. Warm, wild, alive.It’s the kind of scent that lingers under your skin, that makes the air feel too close, too charged. It coils around her senses, dragging her consciousness forward.Her eyes open slowly.She’s not in her room. Not in any place she recognizes.The high ceiling contains soft matte panels which direct recessed lighting that gradually illuminates the area with a golden-toned glow. The black stone tiles form a smooth wall which contains an integrated fireplace that displays burning amber flames through glass. The top portion of this wall features an unpowered smooth black screen. Beyond the sheer black curtains the room reveals

“Get the healer!” Theon’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade as the car screeches to a stop in front of the pack house. Gravel crunches under his boots as he swings the door open and steps out, holding her close, her blood soaking deeper into his clothes.She’s limp in his arms, but her pulse—faint, weak—is still there. He hears it. Barely. Thanks to his Lycan senses, he can hear even the faintest sound.Theon doesn’t wait for anyone. He doesn’t care if the guards are startled, if his family is asleep, if the whole damn world is watching. He pushes through the front doors with one thing on his mind.Her.“What is going on?” His mother’s voice comes sharp from the stairs, her robe clutched around her, hair tied back in a quick knot. She stops mid-step when she sees the girl in his arms, eyes going wide. “Who is that? What happened to her?”“Call the healer. Now,” he snaps, not even looking at her.She gasps but turns quickly, hurrying down the hall.By the time the old healer

“I appreciate your presence in today’s Gala…”The Alpha’s voice fades into the background as Theon pushes open the glass doors of the hall, the cool night air wrapping around him like a needed blanket. He doesn’t care much for formalities. Not tonight. His steps are calm, almost lazy, but his thoughts are far from still.His father, Alpha Lowell of NorthHill Pack, had sent him here with an agenda. “You will be crowned in a few days, but not without a mate,” he’d said like it was a business deal.Theon scoffs softly at the memory. Finding a mate wasn’t something he could force. He wasn’t one of those desperate males sniffing around every woman for a hint of a bond.“Theon, the Alpha of the pack, just began the event, you can’t leave…”The voice breaks through his thoughts, and Theon doesn’t need to turn to know who it is.“Please Ben… The place is too crowded and noisy…” Theon says, not slowing his steps.Bernardo, his future Beta and Nathan’s only son, runs up beside him, panting slig

Warning: Please note that from this point, we will have a bit of matured content unlike Nana and Lowell's story.Orion pulls out of Lumina, his breath ragged as he dumps himself on the side of the bed. His hand reaches lazily for his phone, checking the time with a frown. He knows he can’t stall any longer. The Moon Gala downstairs is in full swing, and his absence would already be raising questions.He drags himself up, picking out a fresh outfit from his wardrobe. His movements are unhurried, almost careless, as if the world outside this room barely matters to him.Lumina watches him quietly, her heart pounding so hard it hurts. The words she needs to say sit at the edge of her lips, trembling with fear. She doesn’t know which is worse — telling him or staying silent. Either way, she is scared."I sent the maid to get you a cup of wine," Orion says, breaking the thick silence as he shrugs out of his wrinkled shirt.As if on cue, a light knock comes at the door. A maid steps in with

Blaze “Are you really gonna be quiet the whole damn morning?” Alexi throws a towel at me from across the kitchen, her voice sharp but familiar. I don’t answer. I just sit there, elbows on the counter, coffee untouched, stomach in knots. It’s too fucking early for her voice, too early for this kind of energy. My mind’s already doing laps around Route 419 and choking itself on every sharp corner. Alexi kicks a chair out and drops into it, her long legs sprawled, jaw tight, wearing one of her stupid cutoff hoodies that says Built Not Bought. She eyes me like she’s trying to read through my skin. “You haven’t said shit since last night.” “Nothing to say,” I mutter, keeping my eyes on the mug like it’s gonna offer some fucking answers. “You’re two hours out from the biggest race of your fucking life and you got nothing to say?” I shoot her a look. “You want a fucking monologue, Lex?” She rolls her eyes and leans back, arms folded. “No. I want you to stop acting like today doesn’t mat

Blaze“We all started racing and training together to help Blaze.”That’s what Alexi tells some random dude last night when we stopped at the gas station for energy drinks. I was halfway in my own head, helmet still on, but I caught that line. And weirdly, it stuck. Not because she said it out loud like we’re in some after-school special. But because it hit me. That it’s not just about getting back into racing. It’s about having people who give a shit. Who aren’t here to fuck me over or look at me like I’m broken merchandise.It’s been a week since the news dropped. Carlo and his porcelain Barbie. And yeah, I thought it’d haunt me longer. Thought it’d live under my skin for a while like all his other bullshit. But then Route 419 happened. The second Alexi said the name, something in my brain clicked. Like an old fuse reconnected and suddenly I could breathe again. That circuit was mine. Before everything fell apart. Before the crash, the limp, the ghost of who I used to be.So now we

Blaze"The fuck is this?"I mutter it before I even realize I’m saying it. The TV’s on, volume low, but loud enough that I can hear the words I don’t want to hear. Power couple… Carlo Davenport and his fiancée Rebecca stunned guests last night at the charity gala with the official announcement of their engagement…It’s all over the screen—photos, videos, flashes. Carlo in a black tux, arm locked around her waist, fake fucking smile on his face. Rebecca beaming like she just won a goddamn prize. Their hands held together like it’s all sweet and perfect, and I just sit there watching like some bitter idiot who can’t stop staring at a slow car crash.There’s a weird ringing in my ears. My chest tightens. Not in a way that makes me want to cry—I’m past that shit—but it makes me want to break something. The glass in my hand trembles just a little before I drop it back on the table.It feels real now.Not that it wasn’t before. But this… the news coverage, the smiles, the way everyone’s eat

Carlo“Stand up straight, smile like you mean it, and don’t embarrass me tonight.”That’s the first thing Rebecca says to me when I meet her by the car.I let out a small laugh, not because it’s funny, but because this whole shit feels like a punishment I signed up for. And maybe I did. Maybe I fucking deserve this.She’s got this fake-ass smile plastered on her face like she’s walking a goddamn runway instead of heading into a room full of people who care more about money than anything else. I don’t say a word. Just adjust my jacket and offer my arm like the perfect little puppet everyone expects me to be.Tonight’s gala is packed. Cameras flash the second we step in. People whisper. Rebecca clings to my arm like she’s actually proud of being with me. She leans in, presses her lips to my ear, and says, “Don’t make me regret showing up with you.”I force a smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”They introduce us as “the soon-to-be Davenports.” Someone clinks a glass, another raises a toast. T

Carlo"Why the hell did you do this to him?"I don’t even get a chance to breathe before the yelling starts. I don't need to ask who's on the line. Alexi. Her voice is sharp, pissed, and underneath all that? Wrecked.The call just came through, and the moment I picked up, she was already screaming. I almost hang up. Almost. But then I hear a faint noise behind her, a groan, something muffled. A voice. His voice.Fuck.I blink at the empty screen in front of me, try to gather the shitstorm brewing in my head, but I’m already spiraling. My body tightens at the sound of Blaze in the background. He's not okay. I don’t need anyone to tell me that—I can feel it crawl under my skin."Alexi," I say, low, flat, trying to hold it together. "I told you not to call me.""Yeah? And I told you to stop being a goddamn asshole!" she fires back. "You said you loved him?! What the actual fuck does that even mean, Carlo?"Then his voice comes through again. Faint. Hoarse. “Alexi, stop…”He sounds like s

Blaze“You fuck me when you were gonna marry another woman?”The words keep echoing in my head like some sick joke on repeat. I don’t even know if I actually said them out loud or if they’re just bouncing around in my skull, trying to fucking shatter me from the inside.I stare at the empty room.He’s gone.Gone like none of it meant shit.Gone like I wasn’t enough.My lips part, and I laugh. Loud, sharp, bitter. The kind of laugh that tastes like blood. I run a hand through my hair and pull hard. “God, you’re such a fucking idiot,” I mutter to myself. “Fucking idiot.”I stand there, bare, sticky, shaking.His cum’s still dripping down my thigh.I hate it. I hate that he touched me. I hate that I let him. I hate that I wanted him so goddamn bad, I didn’t care about the signs, the silence, the hesitation in his touch, the lies curled behind his tongue.I wrap my arms around myself like that’s gonna hold anything in. Like I’m not already split wide open.I walk to the bathroom.My legs

The living room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and occasional laughter, the warmth of companionship wrapping around me like a familiar blanket.Navian sat beside me, his eyes reflecting both relief and concern. I glanced around at the others—Rita, Mikel, and someone I hadn’t expected to see—Elena, Navian’s fiancée.Having Elena in the room made me feel off and it only got worse when she took a step forward, the atmosphere thickening. Her eyelids were puffy and her cheeks were crimson.It looked like she had been sobbing non-stop for many hours. I studied her with caution because I didn’t know what to anticipate.Elena said with a trembling voice, "Anna." “I—I need to apologize. For everything.”I frowned, glancing at Navian for an explanation, but he nodded, silently urging me to hear her out.“I—worked with Hannah to get you and Owen kidnapped,” she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.“I was jealous and insecure. I thought—thought Navian still had feelings for

I watched as Landen cradled Owen in his arms and rocked him back and forth like a baby. I could see the tenderness in his gaze as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Seeing him this protective and caring kind of guy reminded me of their planned connection. "He's so peaceful when he sleeps." I walked over to them and whispered, “Like all the pain and chaos we’ve been through never touched him.”Landen glanced up at me, his eyes shining with a warmth I hadn’t seen in years. “It’s because of you, Anna. You’ve always protected him, kept him safe when I couldn’t.”I smiled softly, reaching out to brush my fingers through Owen’s hair. “We both protected him, Landen. We’re both his parents.”A flicker of something—guilt, regret—crossed his face. He looked down at Owen, his jaw tightening.“I failed him. I failed both of you. I let you go… let you suffer alone because I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”“Landen,” I whispered, my voice gentle but firm. “We’ve been throug

Anna's POVI found myself in the middle of the pack house, surveying the crowd spread before me. Some faces were known to me, while a few were unknown but friendly faces, filled with respect and warmth.It was heartwarming to hear Landen’s voice echo around the room, announcing my presence after such a long time.“Today, we acknowledge what should have never been questioned,” Landen declared, his gaze steady on me.“Anna is the rightful Luna of the Moonlight Pack. Her strength, courage, and unwavering loyalty have proven that time and again. And,” he paused, his voice softening as he looked at Owen, “our son, Owen, is the true heir of this pack.”Around us, cheers broke out. I felt a wave of emotions rush through me as a result of the music. I blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes while maintaining a straight face. I had believed I had lost this moment and this realization forever.I glanced over at Owen, who was standing beside Landen, a proud smile on his sma

I wasn’t separated from Anna for hours it seemed like I had been watching over her the whole day. Each day washed the other away, sleepless nights and hours of waiting where the days became a blur. I sat by her bedside and only got up occasionally to attend to Owen or get something I needed.It mattered not whether the roof above was made of iron or gold; it mattered not whether the earth below was stone or sand; it didn’t matter whether the food on the table was plain or grand; the only thing that was important was to be here with her, waiting for her to wake up and give me her smile once again, to hear her laughter, to hear her say “I’m fine.”It was very silent in that room, the only audible noises were the …beeping of the heart monitor, and the sound of the equipment. I saw how Anna’s chest was moving up and down, but she was so weak, so slim, so unlike the woman I had married.I reached out and touched her gently on her hand, afraid to grip it too firmly lest she break.“Anna,” I

Gerald was finally behind bars, I was standing just outside of the cell, looking at him across the heavy barred iron, I looked at him that way.He looked right back at me and his eyes were filled with anger and hate that had been brewed deep within him.“You think this is over, Landen?” Gerald sneered, his lips curling back. “You may have won this round, but you’ll never truly defeat me. The bond I have with Anna—”“Shut your mouth,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “You lost, Gerald. There’s no bond, no claim. You’ll rot in this cell for the rest of your miserable life.”I turned on my heel, walking away before I could do something I’d regret. I couldn’t afford to let Gerald’s words affect me now. Not when Anna’s life still hung in the balance. I glanced at the pack warriors standing guard.“No one goes in or out without my express permission,” I ordered. “He doesn’t get to speak to anyone. Understood?”“Yes, Alpha,” they replied in unison, their stances firm and unyielding.Sa

I glanced up as the two warriors dragged a struggling, screaming Hannah towards me. Her screams broke through the mayhem and blood that had marred the evening, resonating throughout the warehouse.My so-called wife, the one who had destroyed all I had ever held dear, was the object of my unwavering gaze.“What is the meaning of this?” I growled, narrowing my eyes at the warriors.My voice came out low and dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. Anger coursed through my veins like fire. “You dare to handle my wife like that?”The words slipped out before I could stop them, but even as I said them, they felt foreign on my tongue. I didn’t recognize them as mine.Was she really my wife? Could I even call her that when Anna—my true mate—was lying on the cold ground, bleeding out in front of me?“We apologize, Alpha, but…” One of the warriors hesitated, glancing at his partner before meeting my gaze again.“We saw the Luna pull the trigger that just shot Lady Anna.”All I could feel was cold, a