Novels by Ameerah ZB

Edrick’s POV.“What’s going on?” Alina asked, looking between me and Mary.‘Mary.’ Of course she changed her name to Mary. How else would she go around acting like an innocent person?Seeing her standing there alone made my stomach churn. Every hair on my body stood on end.No.It couldn't be her.How dare she? How dare she worm her way into Alina's life?“Edrick? Mary?” Alina called again, and this time, it broke the staring competition between us.I was the first to tear my gaze away.“Alina, this woman is dangerous,” I whispered, loud enough for ‘Mary’ to hear.Alina’s frown turned to confusion.“No, Mary is a good person.”But I wasn’t listening to that.“I don’t want any trouble. I will leave once Clover is found.” She was almost in tears, but there was no way I was buying those crocodile tears. Not today.“Pack your bags and leave this city this instant! Your presence disgusts me!” I spat, and I swear she flinched back at the intensity of my voice.“NO!” Alina stood between us,

Adrian’s POV.“You really want me around, don’t you?” Those were the first words Annalise greeted me with the moment I stepped into the house.She was sprawled across the couch, one leg hanging over the armrest as she lazily munched on a bag of chips, looking far too comfortable for someone who was supposed to be gone.“I asked you to leave a few days ago.” I sighed, dropped my work bag on the stand as I took off my shoes.Of course, her eyes travelled to the bag, staring at it as she fought back a gulp. I snatched the bag from the table and tightened my grip around it. If I know anything about Anna, it’s that she can pounce on me anytime just to get her drugs from me.That is what has kept her in my home for so long. The drugs.She won’t leave until I give it to her, and I refuse to do that.“Adrian,” she said my name in that tone. That tone that made it sound like a melodic chant.No.I shook my head, trying to chase away the dangerous warmth her voice stirred inside me before I did

Edrick’s POVWhat did I do? What have I been doing wrong? So wrong to ever make her feel uncertain?I asked myself the same question over and over again as I watched Alina slowly drift to sleep.Oh, Alina. My Alina.I hate that I was not clear enough with my intentions, that I did not reassure her enough, or put confidence in her. That I made her fear what life would be after the chaos was over.The look in her eyes when she had walked in still haunted me.They keep trying to break her, and I hate that I have not put an end to all this shenanigans already.I took a deep breath, my hands playing with her hair softly.Her cheek was pressed against my chest, her face softly relaxed in what I prayed was peace.She looked so peaceful in her dreams that I wished I could restore that peace. I wanted my baby to live the life she deserved with no fear, no chaos.> > > I did not know when or how I had fallen asleep. My eyes pushed open and immediately met with bright blue eyes. Alina was sitti

Alina’s POVMy chest burned so badly that I thought my heart had stopped working. It was hard to breathe. Hard to swallow. Even standing felt impossible. I wanted to scream until my throat bled, but no sound could carry the weight of what I was feeling.I was still in her arms, letting the bullshit she had just said replay in my head.“We can fix this. We can make her bring your daughter back. You will leave her marriage alone. That’s all we need for peace to reign.”Was this just a joke to her? Or did I just matter so little to her?I wanted to push her and scream in her face. Scream that her beloved got me kidnapped, tortured, and had no problem burning me alive. That same beloved has my daughter now, doing whatever lunatic ideas she had on her. She could do worse to my princess. My baby is innocent. She has no business in this mess. But no matter how loud I screamed this in Mom's ears, she would still find a way to support Aria.“Leave her marriage alone,” she had said.Replaying t

Alina’s POVI said it.I said it, and I was still in disbelief with myself. I let my guard down, and now I was here, crying in my mother's arms. I did not regret it one bit.She was crying, crying for me. She wants me. She doesn’t want me dead.The realization was enough to bring peace to my aching heart.“How, Alina? They said you died.” Her lips trembled as she spoke.The maids had escorted us to an empty room for the sake of our privacy. Now, sitting on the lush sofa, all I wanted to do was lie in my mom’s arms with the hope that this nightmare would end.“I survived, Mom.” The amount of crying I had done was making it hard to speak.“I survived. It was hard, but I did it. I survived.”“Oh, Alina.” Her hands cupped either side of my cheeks. “I thought I had lost you forever.”[But you never cared.] I wanted to say those words, remembering the last time I saw her, how she sent me away. Hell, she did not even want to let me in. But I bit my tongue.It did not matter.Not anymore. She

EDRICK’S POV“Edrick, you are nuts!” Dad yelled.“Yes! I am nuts! I am nuts! Aria kidnapped my daughter and her life is at risk!”Yes. I said it. I said it out loud. I said it out loud like it would sound less crazy.Alina stood there, eyes wide in horror. I watched her, waiting for her to tell me it was a lie, that Clover was not my daughter. That she did not hide her for seven damn years. That even after they came back, she didn’t keep the truth from me.Dad stood there, mouth wide open, as if what I was saying was a lie. As if he was in pure disbelief. Then, he shook his head and his shock was replaced with annoyance.“Come take Jaime to his room!” he fired at one of the workers.The moment Jaime and the workers were out of sight, he turned to face us, his eyes travelling bitterly between Alina and me.“I know you have been distracted. But I never thought you had lost it completely.”I could see, with the veins popping on the sides of his head, how hard he was trying not to explode

> If there's anything Cat hates more than dirt, it's dark, cluttered places. Sadly, she was stuck in both. She leaned on the door and kept knocking and knocking and knocking, hoping they would pity her and open it. But Alpha Coal was long gone and she was all on her own.She stood to her feet, cleaning the last bits of tears. She would not let this keep happening to her. They made her cry at Vancouley Hills, and now, here, they also wanted to do the same.She tried to move around, but she could not see a thing. It felt like it was nighttime in the room.She boldly took one step, then two. By her fifth step, she was hit by the wall. Was the room that small?She put her hands on the wall that was made of old castle rocks. She kept touching and moving until her hands met something wooden.A window.She gave it a strong push.It didn't budge.Then she tried again, and again. And again. She lost count of the number of times she was hitting the window with all her might, but one thing she k

“Stop.”Coal didn’t even know when and how that word left his mouth.Slowly, he dropped the bloody knife on the table.Betty stared in confusion, while Cat, Cat had a glimmer of hope in her eyes.But all that was not his problem. His problem was that the closer he got to her, the stronger the sensation got, the same sensation that had pushed him to say, "Stop!"He reached where they were standing, and he could feel her shrinking in fear. Her lush brown hair covered most of her face. He wanted to see it, he wanted to see her. More of her. He had never felt anything like the waves surging through his veins.He leaned closer, then with one finger, grabbed the edge of her chin and lifted her head.Their eyes finally met, and for that split moment, there was no one else in the room except her.His chest squeezed hard, and there was a mix of pleasure and pain in whatever it was he was feeling.He did not know what he was feeling. He had never felt it before. But he wanted more of it.It too

Cat had no idea how long she has been walking in the dark, thick bushes. That driver really ruined things by bringing her to this side of the border. How was she supposed to survive wolfless in this thick ass forest with tall trees. She kept walking even though there was no sign of an end to the trees. She ouldn't go back, and she couldn't stop. Not until her poor knees failed and she fell to the damp ground. "ughh," She cried out, the pain in her knees was traveling up her whole body. Was it just exhaustion? Or was it side effects of the terrible things that just happened to her. Knowing she would not be able to move any further in this condition, she leaned on the nearest tree trunk. Her eye lids closed shut slowly. All she could see were the events that happened earlier. With her eyes shut, she tried to call out for her wolf. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to contact her. She really can't be gone, right? But after several trials, she gave up, accepting her pathetic f

She opened her eyes to the worried eyes of her mother and sister. Not just them, kneeling a bit too close to her, was Draven. Her ex husband. Her ex mate. The man who hurt her, who killed her babies and cheated on her. But as he leaned closer, she could see softness in his eyes. The softness he used to have for her in the past. “Why did you do it? I told you not to do it.” His hands cupped her chin. “You should have listened to me.”She moved back a bit. She wanted to spit at him. To tell him she was sick of listening to him. To tell him he was a monster, and she hated that she loved him. That now, as he stared at her with his olive green eyes, she could only wish they could fix it and be together. She wished he wasn’t so terrible. “Cat,” Blair squeezed her hands. There was nothing but pain but in her eyes. “What are they going to do to you?” she cried. “I’ll be fine, Blair.” She said. “That’s enough!” Veronica waked down the stage to where they were. Flared nostrils and all.

She did not give them time to think. “SCRATCH THAT!” She said again, this time loud and slow. “I Cat Bamford, Eldest daughter of the second strongest wolf bloodline in Vancouley hills, daughter of the Beta, and the great grant daughter of the fighters for our pack’s freedom. I hereby denounce Draven Vancouley as my mate and I demand divorce.”“You fool!” she heard her father’s voice followed by her mother’s sobs. But she wasn’t done. She plunged out her claws, whispered a short sorry to herself, then split the skin where her mate mark sat on her neck, cutting the mark in half. At the same time, she chanted, “Let the mate bond be broken, let Draven and Cat be broken from each other forever. On the grounds on infidelity and betrayal.” Murmurs, screams, boos, curses everything filled the hall. It was so noisy, but she could clearly differentiate her mother’s cries and her father’s yells. The noise become the least of her problems when a sharp pain attacks her neck. Then her heart.

The night was cold and dark. As she stepped out of the building, she kept looking back, hoping, maybe Draven would follow her. She didn’t want to believe their marriage was nothing. She didn’t want to believe their mate bond meant nothing. She didn’t want to believe he didn’t love. She didn’t want to believe he would harm her. Ever. But that was reality. She booked a ride back to her parent’s house. The door opened on her third knock. “Luna,” the maid bowed then let her in. “Cat?” her mother’s voiced echoed through the halls when she saw her. She didn’t want this attention. Not tonight at least. But she had no where else to go. “What is this? What is going on here? What are you doing here?” Her father, The almighty George Bamford fired at her. “Cat, what’s wrong, were you crying?” Her mother said as she inched closer. “What happened?” she questioned further. “Don’t tell me you lost another child!” her father fired. She hadn’t told her family about the current pregnancy. An