Novels by Barbara Margaret

VIMON’S POVThe scent of blood clung to the walls like a second skin.Even after the chaos had quieted, and Wally had been dragged away in chains, Vimon’s heart refused to calm. Something still buzzed in the air something ancient, angry, and unfinished.She stood silently just outside the Alpha’s chambers, her eyes scanning the shattered marble floor, the blood-streaked tapestry, the remnants of violence that no cleansing spell could erase. Aegon sat hunched near the hearth, his arm bandaged, his face grim. Ingrid was beside him, shaken but strong, the bat still clutched in her fingers as though she didn’t trust anyone else to finish the job if Wally rose again.Kane had taken the guards aside for debriefing.But Vimon?She was still listening to the shadows.And the shadows were whispering back.Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, unsettled. Not by fear but by recognition.That weapon Wally wielded… it wasn’t just powered by the sacred jewel.It called to something older than their ki

Break her before......WALLY’S POVThe Night Before the Full MoonThe wind howled through the crumbling ruins of the old stone temple like a cry from the dead. It was fitting, really. The place had once been sacred, blessed by the ancient wolves who had forged peace between the supernatural and the mortal. But now, under my hands, it was nothing more than a decaying monument, a sanctuary turned slaughterhouse.I stood beneath the broken arch of the moon altar, clutching the Jewel of Light in my gloved palm. Even through the fabric, I could feel the pulse of power vibrating through it. It sang to me, soft at first, but growing louder with each day. It was restless… eager. Like me.The ritual couldn’t be completed until tomorrow night. The full moon would rise high over Hoia Baciu Forest, and when it did, the final weapon would be born. With the Jewel fused into the relic I had crafted, and Ingrid’s life extinguished through the broken mate bond, there would be no stopping me.I gritted

I will do itIngrid’s POVI could still feel the Jewel humming beneath my skin.It wasn’t just a stone anymore, it had become a part of me. A second heartbeat. A curse. A promise. I pressed my palm lightly to where it rested beneath the covers, warm like blood, like flame. The energy coiled within it was calmer now, dormant. But I knew that was a lie. A storm was only quiet before it tore the sky open.I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours after Vimon left.Everything she said made sense. And yet… nothing felt real.Aegon.His name used to feel like home. Now it felt like a blade pressed to my throat.I had loved him through every rejection, every cruel word, every silence that screamed louder than thunder. I’d believed in the boy who once held my hand when I cried, the one who whispered secrets into my hair and promised to never let me go.But that boy was gone.What remained was a man too easily seduced, too easily lost to the shadows of his own guilt.And yet…He was sti

Don't trust him anymore Aegon's POV We got her back to the manor before the first rays of dawn touched the mountains. Vimon and Kane were already waiting, both shaken to the core. Vimon rushed to her side the moment she saw her, hands glowing with a gentle blue light as she began her healing.Kane pulled me aside, his face grim. “I felt the surge. The Jewel woke.”I nodded. “And nearly killed her in the process.”He glanced toward Ingrid, lying pale on the bed, Nico hovering beside her like a hawk. “But she survived. That says something.”“It says she’s stronger than all of us,” I said bitterly. “And I didn’t deserve her.”He didn’t argue.I didn’t expect him to.Later that night, I sat by her bedside alone. The room was dim, moonlight slanting through the curtains like quiet ghosts. She hadn’t woken.But her chest rose and fell steadily now. That was something.I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“You once told me that love wasn’t about protection,” I whispered.

Turning the jewei against himNico’s POV (continued)Aegon’s eyes locked on mine, gold flaring with both fury and fear. I could feel the shift in him no longer just a wolf, or even a mate. He was becoming something else under the pressure of it all. But there was no time to analyze the change. Not now.“She’s in danger, Aegon,” I said, voice low. “And not just from Wally or Dagna. The Jewel, the mate bond, the timing its all connected.”He narrowed his eyes. “Speak clearly, Nico.”I nodded once, then pulled out the brittle scroll I’d found. “This ancient text it talks about the Jewel of Light needing a ‘marked sacrifice’ to awaken fully. Someone bound by pain, by love. Wally wants to kill Ingrid, yes but not just physically. He’s using your bond. Every time you give in to Dagna, Ingrid suffers. If you do it a third time… it might end her.”His fists clenched, jaw tight. “You’re saying......"“Yes,” I cut in. “That was never a coincidence. Dagna seduced you because Wally planned it. An

Ingrid's POV Protector of the jeweiThe texts spoke of an ancient guardian tied to the Jewel of Light. A protector no, a curse bearer. One who fell from grace when the first pact between humans and wolves was broken centuries ago.And I, somehow, had triggered that story’s next chapter.But why?What made me different?Why had the jewel called to me?The door creaked open behind me.I turned instantly, muscles tense, wolf alert. But it wasn’t an intruder.It was Vimon.She didn’t speak right away. Just stepped inside and shut the door behind her with a soft thud.“I know you’re not okay,” she said quietly.I bit my lip, fighting the urge to cry again. I was so tired of crying.“I don’t want to talk about him.”“I wasn’t going to bring him up,” she said, walking closer. “I came because I found something.”She reached into the folds of her cloak and pulled out a small, jagged shard blue, glowing faintly.My breath caught.“That’s from the jewel,” I whispered.Vimon nodded. “And it reek

Vera's POVThe first thing I heard was the continuous beep of a machine. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the white ceiling above making me sqùint. I blinked again, my vision adjusting to the brightness around me. I felt cold air touching my cheeks, the light smell of antiseptic in the air.I was so confused, trying to remember where I was and how I got here. Then it hit me. The white walls, the machine, the faint smell of antiseptic, I was in the hospital. But why?Just then, a rush of my memories came back. I had been with Reymond at home, eating, talking, laughing and just enjoying a meal as a married couple when I felt the weakness in my hands, then my chest had gotten tight, my vision became blurry and I couldn't feel my hands again. Then darkness. The last thing I saw was Reymond's panicked face.Speaking of–My eyes drifted to my side, and there he was.Reymond.Asleep in the chair beside my bed, his head laying backwards on the chair. He looked tired and exhausted. He was in hi

Diana's POVI stood frozen, the chill of the evening breeze enveloping around me like a cool blanket. There she was, my mother standing at my doorstep with tears in her eyes. She held her purse to her chest like she had a huge sum of money in it and was trying to protect it at all cost.I wanted to tease her or laugh but this wasn't a laughing matter. She would only cry more."Diana," she said, almost in a whisper. "Why haven’t you been answering my calls? I was worried."I rolled my eyes. I'm not in the mood for this at all. "If you came here to scold me or tell me how disappointed you are, don’t bother. I already know."Her face fell. Her eyes were full of emotion as she stepped closer. "No, baby, no. That’s not why I’m here. I just… I needed to see you. I needed to be sure you were okay. I'm your mother after all." Her voice cracked, She was shivering too, and just like that, my walls crumbled. I couldn't leave her like that. I opened the door wider and stepped aside. "Come in."S

Vera's POVI stood in front of the glass-paneled building Reymond had dropped me off at. It had several floors above, the morning light reflecting off the sleek tall glass building. I took a moment to take a deep breath. I was so excited and nervous at the same time.I pushed the glass door open and entered the building. The place was really beautiful and elegant. It had cream marble floors, a long desk sat at the far end with a woman seated behind it, typing on a sleek keyboard. Then on the other side was a door leading to the other sides, I guess.Framed photos of models in different, unique poses covers lined the walls. Places they also featured in magazines, shows and events were also lined up in picture frames on the wall.At the other side were chairs, a long roll of chairs for people to sit down.From the look of things, the woman sitting there was the receptionist given she was the only person I saw so I approached her.“Good morning,” I said as I got to the desk.The recept

Vera's POVAnna's eyes sparkled the moment I told her I was pregnant. Her face lit up, and she reached across the table to hold my hand. She couldn't stop smiling and her smile put me in a very happy mood.She was basically more happy than I and Reymond combined, the parents of the child.It felt so good to have her back "Vera! That's amazing news! Oh my God, congratulations!" she said, grinning from ear to ear.I laughed softly, feeling warmth spread across my chest. "Thanks. I haven't told a people yet, but I just... I wanted you to know.""I'm so honored! This is big, girl! And Reymond? He must be over the moon!"“Yes, we both are.”Anna squeezed my hand again. "I'm happy for you. You deserve this happiness. After everything you've been through.""Thank you," I said quietly, smiling at her.“I'm sure it's going to be a pretty baby girl just like You.”Woah. I had not even thought about that“Let's not go that far, Anna.”“Okayy.” We laughed. Dinner continued after, with laughter

Diana's POVThe walls of my apartment felt like they were closing in, I saw curled up on the couch, a half empty glass of wine in my hand. I have been consuming a lot of wine lately and I couldn't care less, it calmed me down. My phone lay face up on the table, still and silent. I had called Francis five times now and he was still ignoring my calls.Each ring that ended in voicemail felt like a knife being twisted deep into my chest. I tossed the phone aside and sighed. He was a coward, I couldn't care less if he picked my call or not.“Bastard,” I hissed. “Spineless, weak coward.”All this because of that silly video. I had counted on Francis to handle Vera, to bury her and everything she stood for. Instead, he left me so alone and was angry, how stupid of him. And Reymond? I am going to get you back for what he did.We made a promise. He had sworn that no matter how bad things got, he won't expose me. That video was supposed to be between us and now he uploaded it and ruined my repu

Vera's POVThe internet had a way of making things feel unreal until they weren’t. For the past few weeks, I’d carried a huge weight I couldn't name, one that pressed against my chest every time I opened my phone and saw that message of losing my modelling contract. But now… the silence is gone.It was replaced by something else—relief. Real, honest relief.Reymond had posted the video.And just like that, the truth was out.People had seen the part where I had defended myself against Diana. The damage to Diana’s lie was slow and sharp. And best of all, my name was finally cleared.I sat at the edge of the bed, my phone in my hand. Notifications kept pouring in, but I ignored them for now. All I could do was sit there and breathe.Reymond came into the room, towel in hand, drying his face. “You saw it?”I looked up at him, smiled, and nodded. “Yes. I did. Thank you.”He crossed over to me and knelt down, resting his head on my thighs. “Don’t thank me. You didn’t deserve any of what Di