Novels by Bree

IVY’S POVThe idea was stupid. Reckless. Completely irresponsible.Which, of course, made it perfect.“Okay, so what do we do? How do we leave undetected?” I asked her inside my head.I felt her smirk ghost across my lips, sly and wicked, like a secret slipping through the dark.“First things first,” she said, her voice curling with amusement. “We need to change that outfit. Right now, you look like an escaped patient from a Victorian asylum…all oversized gown and tragic backstory.”I barely resisted the urge to punch the air in frustration. ‘If you’re going to insult me, I think we better abort this mission, I snapped, folding my arms and flopping back onto the bed dramatically.’“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, princess.” She snickered and I hissed. Loudly."Alright, Ivy, fine…I apologize for my unruly behavior. But can you really blame me?" her voice crackled with restless energy, like a storm barely contained."I’ve been trapped inside you for what feels like an eternity. I want to live. T

Ivy’s POVThe next few days were… bizarre, if you ask me.Not in the typical there’s-a-wolf-inside-me-and-my-emotions-trigger-furniture-destruction kind of bizarre…though that was happening too…but in a slow, domestic, everything-is-normal-but-not-really kind of way.The maid recovered. She’d been sedated and a bit shaky when she finally spoke, but her story? Let’s just say it took some serious willpower not to let Nyxara claw her face off.Apparently, she met the man at the subway. Said he promised her great sex if she helped sedate me. Claimed it was just so her screams wouldn’t alert anyone and get her fired…which, okay, I almost pitied her… until she admitted she had no idea he planned something dangerous.No idea? Girl, you slipped something in my tea based on promises of orgasms?Even Nyxara was stunned into silence.My father and Uncle Marcus didn’t say a word the entire time she spoke. But from the hard lines on their faces, the flared nostrils, the way their fists clenched at

Ivy’s POVEven before Daniel could block my path again, I was gone.It felt as though my feet barely touched the stairs. I was nothing but a streak of movement, wind biting at my face, shadows blurring past. The pounding of Daniel’s feet followed closely behind, his voice a low, urgent plea: “Ivy, wait—don’t let your wolf take over—restrain her!”But his words were static. White noise. Distant. I couldn’t hear anything over the hammering in my chest and the ringing in my ears.I rounded the corner to the living room—Rosa.She was there, frozen mid-scream, a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables spilled at her feet like an offering to chaos. A maid scrambled on her knees, frantically picking apples, squash, and tomatoes off the polished floors.The moment Rosa saw me, her voice broke into an emotional cry, and she rushed across the room, bypassing the mess entirely.“¡Ay, Dios mío, mi niña! Gracias a Dios, estás bien!” (Oh my God, my child! Thank God you're okay!) she sobbed, throwing

Ivy’s POVI snapped towards the figure looming over me, baring my fangs before I could think. The person flinched, then held both hands up, retreating with a cocky grin.“Woah, tigress. Easy now. It’s me,” he said. “Daniel.”Daniel?That smug, irritating guy who teased me constantly. The one I didn’t remember knowing but always had something sly to say. My eyes narrowed, watching his every breath. But my wolf... she responded differently.“You look… majestic. Glorious,” he whispered, almost reverently.Nyxara purred under his gaze.I swear to the Moon, she tilted her head and posed. She actually posed.“Okay, now try changing back,” Daniel said, his tone dipping into something serious. “It’s important you do that now. We can’t risk anyone else seeing you like this.”I tilted my neck, uncertain. How? How do I change back?My tail twitched. I looked down at my paws and then back at him, feeling the first trickle of panic rise in my chest.“Hey,” he said gently, kneeling. “It’s okay. Foc

Ivy’s POVI turned.No one.Just the empty hallway.So I just shook it off. Probably a servant.Back to the screen. Minutes passed. Then—Another sound. A softer rustling.From the kitchen hallway. As though someone was tiptoeing towards me.My heart picked up, but I forced a breath.No need to panic. It’s probably just a servant, trying to stay quiet so they don’t disturb me.I took another bite, washing it down with cocoa.And then the dizziness began.Slow.Heavy.My limbs started to sag.I stood, intending to head back to bed—But my legs wouldn’t obey. Too heavy. Too slow.So I curled back into the couch, eyes drooping.The tray sat untouched now. And then—Two shadows walked in and were standing in front of me.One leaned in.A voice—whisper-soft, male—breathed against my face.“Is she out now?”I wanted to move. To at least fight back.But my body wouldn’t obey.Footsteps circled me—light, efficient. I felt something cold against my wrist.Metal. A snap. A click.Handcuff

Ivy’s POVThe forest was alive.But not with birdsong. Not with rustling leaves or moonlight.No—this forest breathed shadows.Thick. Suffocating. Alive.They slithered behind me, circling like wolves in the dark, whispering my name in voices I didn’t recognize. Every time I turned to look, they vanished—slipping behind the trees like smoke.I ran.Barefoot. Branches slicing across my skin, my lungs burning. The ground was wet and uneven, pulling at my feet, like it didn’t want to let me go.Pain bloomed in my neck—sharp and electric. I stumbled with a cry I couldn’t hear.Then it vanished.But before I could catch my breath, another pain—hotter, crueler—shot through my ribs, knocking me down. My cheek slammed against the cold earth.I tried to get up.I couldn’t.The shadows closed in.Invisible hands gripped my arms, my throat, dragging me backward into the brush as I screamed—silently. My voice wouldn’t come.That’s when I saw her.Me.Standing in the clearing ahead.Same face. Sam

CASSIAN’S POVHe stifled his giggling, straightening his back.“Boss, she didn’t mean any harm. She genuinely thought that… but I’ve cleared the misunderstanding, and…”He was already making excuses for the maid, probably thinking I’d fly off the handle and order her head served on a silver platter. And honestly, that wasn’t a bad idea. But I had other plans.“Just get her back here, Lucas,” I snapped.Lucas flinched like I’d smacked him, then turned sharply toward the door, heels clicking as he vanished down the hall.Minutes passed.Silence folded in around me like a fog, dense and unsettling.I looked down at my hands. At the fabric I’d torn and folded…Reina’s nightgown and one of my shirts, pressed together, warm with the heat of my palm like some desperate token of obsession.What the hell am I doing?What would the maid think of me if I handed this to her? Some deranged lover? A clingy lunatic who needed a temple spell to keep a woman by his side?I didn’t need any divinity to k

CASSIAN’S POVBoth of us drew our guns and moved with quiet precision. A single nod passed between us…Lucas already knew the drill. He dropped low and looked under the door.The shadow was still there. Still waiting. Still breathing.A beat passed. Then another.I clenched the door knob and gently shifted my weight, staying behind the door, signaling Lucas with a twitch of my fingers.One.Two.Now.I flung the door open with force and stayed behind it as Lucas aimed his gun at the figure directly in front of us. The sound that followed wasn’t a gunshot.It was a scream.High-pitched. Startled. Female.A pile of freshly washed and neatly ironed bedsheets tumbled to the floor, followed by the wide-eyed face of a maid with both hands lifted in surrender.Her mouth trembled. “I—I didn’t mean to—please!”Did she hear?The part where I could walk? About the plan? Was she sent by Jonah?What the hell does she know?I don’t like torturing women. Not my thing. Not really my forte. But I’ve ma

CASSIAN’S POV“One more thing,” I said, my voice calm…too calm…as a brilliant idea stitched itself together inside my mind like the makings of a masterpiece.Lucas turned back fully, eyes alert now, like a hound catching the scent of something deliciously wicked.“I need you to set something in motion immediately.”He said nothing. Just waited.“But first…” I steepled my fingers beneath my chin. “How is our fake Jonah doing?”Lucas’s jaw ticked slightly. “Still holding onto the same story. Marco insists he never saw the man’s face. Says he was threatened…the life of his daughter in exchange for playing the role. Claims the man knew everything…where she goes to school, her ballet recital time, the name of the teddy bear she sleeps with. Every damn detail.”Of course he did.I said nothing, only listened as Lucas continued.“He said he’s seen you fall apart once… after Bella. Said he wouldn’t wish that kind of grief on anyone. He cooperated and followed every instruction he was given b

CASSIAN’S POVI woke up with a start, my eyes snapping open to a suffocating stillness.The space beside me was cold. Empty.Her scent was fading from the sheets.I didn’t need to look to know she was gone.And still, I reached—dragged my hand over the place she should’ve been, my fingers curling into the soft fabric that no longer held her warmth. The sting in my chest came sharp and fast—but oddly, it satisfied me. Like ripping off a scab just to feel the throb underneath.Where the fuck did she go?Then I remembered.Leon’s report.Her reinstatement at the hospital.A bitter laugh climbed up my throat, dry and sharp.Of all the ways she could’ve disobeyed me, this—this fucking act of independence, of trying to live a normal life, of pretending like I hadn’t already claimed her in every way that mattered…was the one that made my blood boil the hardest.I should chain her to the goddamn bed.Not metaphorically.Literally.My plan was simple: ruin her. Wreck her until every bone in he

REINA’S POVMy voice trembled with steel. “Get away from me.”He leaned in, the stench from his breath making me choke. “You’ve gotten prettier… since the last time I held you,” he rasped, voice gravel-slick and rotten with something darker.“You need help,” I said, stepping away from him, my fingers clenched so tightly they ached. “And not the kind I can give.”He grabbed my wrist.I didn’t scream.I snapped.One hard twist and I broke out of his grip. Months of being prey had taught me something useful: when you stop running, you have to be ready to tear the monster’s throat out.His breath stuttered. His eyes searched mine like he was trying to find the girl he’d once cornered.She wasn’t there anymore.“If you take another step, I swear I’ll scream. Do you realize there are CCTV cameras everywhere in this hallway?”His face flushed in panic, but he recovered immediately.“Oh, I’m going to enjoy watching you bleed for what you’ve done,” he snarled, eyes gleaming with venom. “Slow.

REINA’S POVMy breath caught.Mr. Lance.David Lance’s son. The man whose name I never knew—but whose eyes I could never forget. The man who kidnapped me. Who nearly ended me.And now he stood there. Just feet away.I blinked, hoping—praying—I was wrong.But it was him.Same height. Same walk. That same eerie calm that always felt like the hush before a hurricane. He hadn’t seen me yet. But I am sure he would.And when he did—God.My pulse kicked like a trapped animal.Was he the one that did this to the woman?Was this his doing?Another crime?Another mindless revenge scheme on someone else?Another sick twisted performance with blood on the floor and the whole hospital as an audience?“Coming through!”The front doors burst open again as two nurses wheeled in a second gurney.A child this time. A boy—maybe five or six—limp and silent, a bloody gash across his forehead, legs covered in scrapes. I saw the torn Spider-Man socks and my heart twisted painfully.Was it an accident?I

Ava’s POVThe crisp autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I stood before Richard’s tomb, dressed in a flowing white dress that billowed around my ankles. It had been over two years since the chaos, since the battles that tested our strength, our love, and our resilience. Two years since we lost the man who gave me—gave all of us—a new chance at life. A chance at love, at family, at something real. I felt a gentle press against my hand and turned slightly, meeting the warm gaze of my mother-in-law. Without words, I passed her a knowing smile and squeezed her hand back. We had arranged this ceremony not to mourn, but as a reunion. A day to celebrate Richard’s life rather than grieve his absence. Laughter and quiet conversations floated through the cemetery as familiar faces gathered. Holly stood a few feet away, her phone in hand, a small, amused smile playing on her lips as she typed away. I narrowed my eyes, curiosity sparking in my chest. Was she texting… a boy? I

Epilogue Orion stood alone on the balcony of the penthouse, the cool morning air brushing against his skin as his thoughts drifted to the past. He had sold the mansion—the one he and Ava once called home. The memories that filled those walls had become too painful to bear. The haunting image of that particular morning played in his mind, unbidden and relentless. Ava in his arms, blood staining her dress as she struggled to breathe, coughing up blood. “Don’t talk, Ava. Please… just stay with me. Somebody get the ambulance!” His frantic cries echoed in his ears as the paramedics wheeled her away, her weak hand reaching out, telling him with her eyes to let her go. Despite the terror in his chest, he listened to her wish and watched her leave, helpless to follow. Uncle Theo had dragged him away, his voice hollow, urging him to pull himself together. “Ava, your wife, will want you here,” Theo had said. Those words, heavy with unspoken meaning, drove him to storm into the conference ha

Ava’s POVThe incessant ringing of our phones jolted us awake. I stirred, unwilling to leave the warmth of Orion's arms. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for his phone on the headboard. His body stiffened as he listened to whoever was on the other end. Suddenly, he shot upright. “What do you mean by that?” he barked into the phone, his tone sharp and commanding. My curiosity piqued, I sat up and watched him intently. “Schedule a meeting for today,” he ordered before tossing the phone aside and raking his hand through his disheveled hair. “What happened?” I asked, my voice cautious. He turned to look at me, his expression softening. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, just some… minor concern at my company,” he replied, placing a reassuring kiss on my hand. His lips then trailed from my hand to my arm, my shoulder, my neck, and finally to my ear. “Stop,” I said, smiling as I half-heartedly pushed him away. But before things could go further, my own phone rang. Orion

Orion’s POV“Holly?” I called out, my voice laced with shock. Ava’s head snapped toward the door, and in an instant, she was on her feet, rushing to her sister. Pulling Holly into a tight embrace, Ava clung to her as if letting go would make her disappear. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. “What happened? Why are you crying?” Holly asked, her voice filled with confusion. “I just missed you,” Ava whispered, her voice soft but thick with emotion. Rose stepped forward, her brow furrowed. “Holly, why are you here so suddenly? Your bodyguard didn’t notify me about this visit.” Holly’s next words landed like a thunderclap. “That’s because he’s dead.” “What?” Ava gasped, pulling back from her sister. Her posture straightened as the words sank in. “What do you mean? What happened? When did this happen?” she asked, her voice rising with urgency. Holly’s gaze dropped, her hands trembling as she whispered, “It’s Dad.” She looked directly at Ava, fear etched

Orion’s POVCradling Ava's limp form against me, her body cold and still, the past week came crashing into my mind like a relentless tide, dragging me back to the darkest moments. Chloe’s voice, as clear as if she were standing right here, played over and over in my head.I closed my eyes, fighting the flood of memories, but they came anyway. The first time she’d called after the scandal had faded—her calm, unnervingly calculated tone—it had felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Something insidious.“I want you there at six,” she'd threatened, her voice oozing venom masked as sweetness. “Or I’ll make sure this goes public. Think I’m bluffing? I’ve got a video that’ll destroy you, Orion. Imagine how she’ll react when she sees it. All those nights... How do you think she’ll feel watching our sex video?”The poison in her words sank into my skin, the memory of that call still fresh. “Remember Chicago?” Chloe had murmured, her breath deliberate, every word a careful caress. “I

Ava’s POV Mason.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice curious as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. He didn’t respond, but only walked further into the room.“I was just about to call you, but…” My words trailed off as I took in his appearance. He was still wearing the same turtleneck and coat I’d seen him in yesterday. In the middle of summer. I frowned. "Mason, it’s sweltering outside. Why are you still dressed like this? You could at least lose the coat. I know this is a corporate setting, but I would never question you even if you didn’t dress so formally.”Mason smirked faintly, brushing off my comment, but before he could respond, Orion spoke, his voice laced with suspicion and accusation. “Why are you wearing so many layers in this weather?” He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “Orion,” I warned, my tone firm. “That’s enough.” Mason’s smirk twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with Orion. “You don’t