Novels by Soter Precious

Blaze“You better not fucking burn this place down,” I say, eyeing Carlo like he’s some ticking time bomb with a goddamn lighter in his hand.He just laughs, carrying a couple of shopping bags into the kitchen like he owns the goddamn world. Well, technically he owns this fucking house, so maybe he does.“I ain’t that bad, baby,” he smirks, dropping the bags on the counter like it’s nothing. “I can cook… a little.”“Yeah, fucking right,” I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. “You were raised with a goddamn silver spoon shoved so far up your ass, I’m surprised you even know what a stove looks like.”He chuckles again, that deep fucking sound that rattles straight into my bones. “Then I’ll assist, chef Blaze.”I roll my eyes but I can’t help the way my mouth pulls into a fucking smile. God, I’m a mess for this asshole.As I’m pulling out some veggies to start chopping, he’s unloading shit—meat, pasta, some fancy-ass sauce, even a goddamn bottle of wine. He looks so fucking proud of h

Blaze“You fucking serious right now?” Alexi says, kicking off her shoes and flopping down on the oversized couch like she owns the place.I throw a cushion at her. “Don’t get your nasty feet on my new shit, Alexi.”She flips me off without missing a beat. “Whatever. So you chose the scumbag, huh?”I grunt, dragging my hand through my hair. “I didn’t fucking choose him. It’s my stupid ass heart that did.”Alexi snorts like she doesn’t believe me. And maybe I don’t even believe myself, fuck. I mean, yeah, Carlo’s a manipulative piece of shit. But I seem to fucking enjoy his shit, it’s twisted. That’s the fucking problem.The mansion’s too damn big. Echoes of our voices bounce off the fancy-ass walls like reminders that I don’t even belong here. This whole place—every fucking thing—was bought by Carlo. Because I refused to stay in his goddamn penthouse like some kept little toy. And somehow… this felt less shitty. Like I could breathe here. Like I still had my own space.“You know your

CarloAfter one month of the accident that made Blaze consider my pathetic love, if I had known that was the solution I would have bumped into a tree a long time ago… I am back to the office.“If you don’t give me that fucking hotel, I’m gonna send the second drive to dad. And this one has more than just company shit, Carlo… this one proves you’re fucking a man. The heir to Davenport, the golden boy, the one he’s been grooming since we were kids… balls deep in a fucking guy. Think about that.”That’s how William walks into my fucking office at 7AM.No fucking good morning, not like we have good relationship to say pleasantries anyway, but straight up blackmailing me is fucking insane. Just like him.I lean back slowly in my chair, trying to pretend my head isn’t already throbbing from everything else going on. My jaw clenches, and I force my voice to stay calm even though every muscle in me is screaming to fucking pounce on him.“You’re bluffing.”“Am I?” William smirks, tossing a fla

Blaze“Felix’s drunk ass is at my bar again. You might wanna come get him before he breaks something.”That’s the fucking call I get at 1:34 a.m. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. I’m lying in bed, staring at the goddamn ceiling, half replaying Carlo’s bullshit from earlier and half trying to pretend I don’t care. But then that call comes in and all my attempts at peace flush straight down the fucking toilet.I drag myself out of bed, throw on whatever hoodie I can find, and head out. It’s not even about wanting to go. It’s guilt. It’s instinct. It’s… fuck, I don’t even know anymore. All I know is, Felix is at his worst, and I’m the only person who probably still gives a damn.By the time I get to the bar, it’s exactly what I expected. Dim lights, sticky floor, music too loud for this dead hour, and Felix slumped at the edge of the counter, head half in a glass, mumbling to himself. His face is flushed, eyes glassy. It’s that mix of broken and belligerent that onl

Blaze“Dude, that bike looks like it was smashed into a rock, the fall was messy,” Alexi continues to rant as we walk to the shop together, but my feet fucking freeze the moment we get to the front.“Woah, what a fucking handsome rich dude, he looks like the wealthy God from Greek. Damn, I suddenly remember I have a working pussy,” she whispers, eyes wide and stuck to the tall figure casually smoking in front of my shop like he owns the place.“What the hell, Alexi… Thought you were the top and you’re not into ‘dicks’?” I ask, forcing a smile, but the truth is, my stomach is in knots, flipping like it’s on crack.“Yeah, but trying it once with that gorgeous figure is an achievement,” she mutters. I don’t laugh. I can’t even move a fucking muscle.Carlo. That stupidly gorgeous bastard. His shirt is slightly open, tattoos on full display, hair slicked perfectly to the side, fucking polished from head to toe like he belongs in a mafia fantasy. His head’s down, so he hasn’t seen us yet, b

Blaze“You actually suck at this. Move. Let me do it.”Alexi snatches the wrench from my hand like I just committed some kind of sacred sin, and I don’t even fight her on it. I step back, wiping sweat from my neck with the back of my hand, watching her lean over the greasy engine like she owns the damn thing.“You know I’m still recovering from rich-boy trauma, right?” I mutter, lighting a cigarette and squinting at her through the smoke. “Three weeks out and I still flinch every time I see marble floors.”She snorts. “Yeah, well, this ain’t no penthouse, sugar. This is grease, fuel, and freedom. Welcome back to the land of the living.”I smirk a little.Three months. That’s how long it’s been since I walked out of Carlo’s place and didn’t look back. Since I shoved every memory, every fucked-up emotion, and every craving for his touch into a goddamn box and tossed it somewhere far away.This new place? It’s loud, rough, smells like gasoline and old tires, and I fucking love it. I open

Lowell feels it the moment it happens.It’s not something he sees, not something he hears, but he knows. Like a fucking knife slicing through his gut, like claws ripping into his chest.His mate.Marco is touching his mate.The bond may be weak, strained by distance, but it’s still there. And right now, it’s screaming at him. His whole body tenses, his breath catches, and for a moment, he sways on his feet like the air around him has been sucked away.His hands curl into fists, his nails digging into his palms. The pain keeps him from losing his mind.“Nana,” he breathes, his voice a ghost of a whisper.But she’s too far away to hear him. Too far for him to stop whatever the fuck Marco is doing to her.Lowell has never felt so helpless in his entire life.His jaw clenches, his muscles coiling tight as his pulse pounds against his temples. He grits his teeth so hard his skull aches. His breath shakes.He shouldn’t have left.Even if she begged him to run.Even if she swore she’d be fin

Marco’s fingers dig deep into Nana’s skin, bruising her throat, closing his fingers as tight as it will go around her neck. As he looks at the mark on her neck, rage and frustration burns in his face. He has his nose bleeding again, a thick, black line from his nostril to his upper lip. Cursing under his breath, he swipes it away with the back of his hand.The Lycan covers his mate in his scent to keep her away from other men, if any tries to go close, their nose bleeds. Marco knows but he doesn’t care.“Fucking bitch,” he snarls, shaking her. “You think that fucking Lycan means shit? You think you’re not mine anymore?”Nana doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t even blink. She stares up at the ceiling, her face blank, her body still.Marco’s lip curls. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”Nothing.He slaps her, hard. Her head snaps to the side, her cheek stinging red, but she doesn’t react. She doesn’t cry, doesn’t scream, and doesn’t beg. Just stare at nothing.His jaw tightens. His pulse po

Lowell spits blood, his vision hazy, but his body refuses to fall. His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving from the bullet wounds scattered across his torso and the one deep in his chest. The pain barely registers. His Lycan blood burns through the damage, sealing the wounds almost as fast as they come. But he’s fucking exhausted.The bodies of Marco’s men litter the ground around him—ripped apart, their blood staining his claws, his face, his fucking soul. He lost count of how many he killed.But it’s not enough.More men surround him, their guns clicking as they reload. Weaklings. They need weapons to fight him, but even bullets can’t put him down.Marco watches from a distance, arms crossed, amused. “The bastard is enjoying this.” Nana mutters, watching as her body trembles in fear of the disaster before her.“Is that all you got, prince?” Marco calls out, grinning. “I thought Lycans were supposed to be unstoppable.”Lowell growls, wiping the blood from his mouth. “Step in, then

Nana and Lowell revel in their bliss, despite knowing danger lurks behind them. The forest around them is quiet, but their world is filled with soft laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered promises. For the first time, Nana feels free. Even lying on the rough ground, draped over Lowell’s body, she has never felt more at peaceLowell’s hand moves lazily down her back, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on her skin.“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against her temple.Nana smiles, shifting so she can look at him. “Even covered in dirt?”He chuckles, rolling her onto her back. “Especially like this.”She laughs, pulling him down for another kiss. It’s deep, slow, intoxicating“You know we’re in the middle of the fucking woods, right?” she murmurs, pressing her lips against his jaw.Lowell smirks, running a lazy hand down her back. “And?”“And maybe this isn’t exactly the best place to be acting like two lovesick fools,” she teases, her fingers tracing the hard lines o

Lowell and Nana have finally put enough distance between themselves and Marco’s men. The thick forest stretches behind them, endless and dark, but they don’t stop until they reach a small cave. It’s quiet, hidden, safe enough for the night. But neither of them thinks about rest.“We ran for hours,” Nana breathes out, her body still trembling. “Are they still following?”“No.” Lowell stands at the entrance, eyes scanning the distance he uses his heightened sense to detect any danger as his eyes glow red, sniffing the distance for any danger coming from miles. “They won’t find us here.”Her knees feel weak. The chase, the fear, the desperation—it’s all catching up to her. She sinks down against the cave wall, trying to steady her heartbeat. Lowell had been carrying her on his huge Lycan back, she remembers just how sturdy his Lycan form felt.Not even one of Marco’s men was able to throw a pin at him even with their heavy weapons.Lowell turns to her, his expression unreadable. “You did

Marco’s men continue to go after Lowell, more men sent out, the entire packhouse thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and rage. Tension hangs heavily in the air yet Marco ignores it all. He marches into the room with heavy footsteps while his muscles remain clenched and his mouth tight shut. Right now he doesn’t care about the blood stains or the dirt that still clings to his hands.Melissa lies on the bed in a pit of tears which produce powerful howls similar to an epic tragedy in a theater. Her face glimmers with tears while her tangled hair spills down her shoulders.With her voice broken she says “I thought you loved me Marco.”Marco lets out a groaning sound as he removes his shirt before dropping it onto the floor. The low-toned words escape his throat with a noticeable roughness when he speaks. The stress from his current situation has drained all of his energy so he doesn’t have room for this conversation. Before heading to the bathroom Marco removes his boots and unsheathe

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