Novels by Kristina Angels

Kevin The pain comes like a knife. I suck in a sharp breath as heat burns under my ribs. My hand flies to my side, and when I lift my shirt, a dark bruise is already forming. The ache isn’t mine—it’s Irene’s. Kay, my wolf, growls inside me. Breathe. Don’t drown in it. Hold it steady. I grit my teeth, forcing air through my lungs until the pain settles into a dull, steady throb. Functional. Barely. The living room is lit by harsh electric light. The long table in the center is covered with a large paper map, notes scribbled in pencil, a few pins stuck in the corners. Cassian stands at the head, both hands gripping the wood. Rowan sits half-leaning in a chair, pretending to look relaxed but his jaw is tight. Elias hovers by the window, shoulders tense, twisting a bandage roll between his fingers. “She’s in his house,” Cassian says, voice rough. “Our scout smelled Jack on the porch. He’s guarding it with his life.” “She is there,” I answer. I don’t even leave space for do

Irene The door creaks open, and I stiffen, ready for Tom’s venom. But it’s not him. It’s Jack. He fills the doorway with smug ease, arms folded, eyes glinting like a wolf who knows the rabbit is cornered. He shuts the door behind him, the lock clicking, and strides into the room as though it belongs to him—because in his mind, it does. “Trying to crawl out through the window?” he drawls, tilting his head. “Clever girl. But not clever enough.” I stand, shoulders straight despite the ache in my ribs. “Let me go. You have no right—” He cuts me off with a laugh, amused, not angry. “No right? I have every right. You’re mine now, whether you admit it or not.” “I’m not yours,” I snap. “I belong to Cassian, Rowan, Elias, and Kevin. They are my mates. Nothing you say will ever change that.” He steps closer, grin widening. “Defiant. I like that. But you should learn something, Irene: defiance only entertains me for so long.” I don’t flinch as his eyes narrow, though my stoma

Irene The door slams shut behind Tom, leaving me curled on the floor, clutching my ribs. Every breath feels jagged, like knives scraping inside me. My body shakes, not just from the blows but from the weight of his words. We’ve been here before, Aria whispers, her voice trembling but steady. They tried to break us once. They failed. They’ll fail again. “I can’t,” I choke out, rocking slightly. “Not again. I can’t live like this.” Then we don’t live like this, she says fiercely. We run. We find a way. We survive. I press my forehead to the cold stone floor, tears stinging my eyes. “How? They’ve locked me up like an animal. Every corner is guarded. Jack watches me like I’m his crown jewel. Tom—” My voice cracks. “Tom hates me so much he’d rather kill me than look at me.” Then we don’t ask him for mercy, Aria insists. We don’t wait for rescue. We take it. Look. Search. There’s always a crack, always a weakness. Find it. Her determination floods into me, burning through the haze o

Tom I slam the door behind me, the lock clanging like a sentence. Irene flinches, her eyes wide, her back pressed against the wall. She looks too calm, too certain, as if she thinks Jack’s fascination is enough to shield her. It makes me sick. “You think you’ve won,” I snarl, stalking toward her. “You think because he looks at you, you’ve stolen everything I built. But you haven’t. Not yet.” “I didn’t take anything from you,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I never asked for this—” “Liar.” The word rips out of me as I kick her in the stomach. The sound of her breath exploding from her lungs is a sick kind of satisfaction. She folds to her knees, gasping, clutching at herself. “You’re nothing,” I hiss, pacing in front of her like a wolf in a cage. “And I’ll prove it. I’ll make you disappear if I have to.” She coughs, trying to drag air back into her lungs. “If you hurt me—Jack will—” I cut her off with another kick, this one lower, into her ribs. She cries out, the

Kevin The window latch is stubborn, the wood swollen from summer heat. I wedge the hammer against the frame, muttering curses under my breath. A sharp crack finally gives way and I grin—until the smile dies in my throat. Something punches into my chest. Not pain exactly, but pressure. Crushing, suffocating. My breath staggers. Sweat beads down my spine even though the air is still and warm. I drop the hammer. It clatters across the floorboards. My heart slams against my ribs like it wants out. “Irene,” I whisper, because her name is the only thing that makes sense. The pressure sharpens. My pulse races. The air feels too thin. I grip my chest with both hands, knuckles white. My knees almost buckle. Something’s wrong. “Irene!” My voice cracks as I stumble into the hall. The sound echoes through the house, desperate. “Irene!” Doors fly open. Rowan barrels from the kitchen, knife still in his hand. Cassian storms in through the back, sweat and dirt on his arms from patr

Irene The lock scrapes. I look up from the corner where I’ve been pacing like a caged wolf. My heart always leaps when the door opens, even though I know it’s foolish. I want it to be Rowan’s eyes, Cassian’s strength, Elias’s steady silence, Kevin’s calm presence. I want rescue. Instead, it’s Tom. He stalks into the room with a tray in his hands. His movements are sharp, impatient. He slams the tray down on the table so hard the cup tips and spills water across the wood. “Eat,” he snaps. I blink, startled by the venom in his voice. “What did I ever do to you?” His glare cuts into me. “Breathe.” My chest tightens. “That’s not fair. I’ve done nothing but sit in this room, and you treat me like—” “Like what you are,” he interrupts, stepping closer. His voice is low, harsh. “A distraction. A problem. Something that doesn’t belong.” I step back instinctively, my shoulders brushing the cold stone wall. His presence presses forward, filling the space until I can hardly br

Eva’s POV Sunlight spills across the room, warming the sheets as I wake beside Theo. His arm drapes over me, fingers brushing my shoulder, and for a moment, the world is still, quiet, perfect. I stir, letting him nuzzle my neck, breathing in his warmth. “Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” I whisper back, pressing closer, savoring the simple intimacy. Then laughter—sharp, bright, irresistible—drifts from the garden. My eyes snap open. I frown, curiosity pulling me toward the balcony. Below, chaos unfolds like a scene from a painting I can’t stop staring at. Lenny is sprawled on the grass, Paris crouched atop him, roaring with laughter as he tackles him again and again. My young son—my heart wrapped in small human form—is gleefully squealing, delighted by every second. His name, my tribute to a man who once became like a father to me, feels weighty and full of meaning as I watch him. His tiny fists slap at Lenny’s shoulders as he giggles uncontrollably. Sonia

Eva’s POV The castle is buzzing, brighter than it has in decades. Every hallway smells of fresh flowers, incense, and a hint of warm honey from the kitchens. Theo has spared no detail. The coronation party is not just a celebration—it’s a declaration: I am his queen, and my place is beside him. I pace the corridor outside the grand hall, taking a deep breath, letting the energy of anticipation fill me. Sonia adjusts my veil, her fingers gentle but firm. “You look radiant,” she says, her smile soft but proud. I glance at her, at Trixie smoothing her own gown, at Samantha fussing slightly over the folds of her dress. “I feel like I’ve stepped into a dream,” I admit. Trixie grins. “Then let’s make it a perfect one. No fainting, no crying too early, just pure queen energy.” Samantha laughs, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “You are already perfect, Eva. No coronation could add more.” Just then, the doors swing open, and my heart skips. Mary enters, cradling her tiny

Eva’s POV The castle towers rise above the trees like a memory I once tried to bury. For so long, I thought I would never return here. And yet, here I am, and I am not alone. Our convoy rolls slowly into the courtyard, Theo at the forefront with Sonia and Michael hand in hand, Parker with Trixie, Lenny with Elias, all of us riding together, a united front. The engines cut off, and immediately, the castle’s inhabitants bow low in respect—warriors, servants, even children kneeling, heads lowered. The sight steals the air from my lungs. I glance around, taking in the familiar faces of my friends and mate, and the weight of home hits me full force. Sonia gives me a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Michael grins, Parker winks at Trixie, and Lenny leans slightly into Elias. I swallow hard, overwhelmed by how right it feels to be surrounded by them all. “Eva!” Samantha’s voice cuts through the quiet awe. “Carl!” My mother and father burst through the castle doors, running across the cour

Nathaniel’s POV The garden is quiet this afternoon. The sun filters through branches heavy with blossoms, and the air carries the faint perfume of lavender and rosemary. I follow the path between the hedges until I see them. Isabella sits on a stone bench, her hair loose over her shoulders, her fingers idly weaving a crown of daisies. Beside her, Simone kneels on the grass, laughing softly as a butterfly lands on her hand. For a moment, I stop walking. They look like a painting—mother and daughter, bound by blood and love, healing together. I clear my throat gently. “May I join you?” Isabella looks up, her smile blooming like the flowers around her. “Nathaniel. Of course.” Simone waves, her eyes bright. “Uncle!” She still says the word with wonder, as if tasting it on her tongue. I sit opposite them, folding my hands. “I’ve come with news. Good news, this time.” Isabella arches a brow. “Good news is rare from your lips. Tell us quickly before it changes.” I chuckle. “Your cove

Nathaniel’s POV The camp feels alive again. Children run between the cabins, sparring partners laugh as they drop their wooden swords, and the summer breeze carries the smell of pine and fresh bread from the kitchens. For once, there is no darkness pressing down on us—only anticipation. I stand in the training hall, sunlight slanting through the tall windows. Before me, chairs are set in a loose circle. Slowly, they fill. Samantha and Carl enter first, side by side, though Carl keeps glancing at her as if making sure she isn’t about to vanish. Selene and Zach follow, Zach’s hand resting protectively on her back. They sit across from each other, exchanging polite nods but also that nervous, shared curiosity that binds all parents when they wait for news. When the room settles into silence, I take a breath. “Thank you all for coming. I know you’ve been waiting, and today I can finally give you answers.” Samantha leans forward, her hands trembling in her lap. “It’s about Eva, isn’t i

Paris’s POV The engines rumble like restless beasts as four jeeps wait at the gate. The courtyard is quieter than usual, the laughter from yesterday’s feast already feeling like a distant echo. Today, my home will feel emptier. “Ready?” I ask, though my voice doesn’t quite hold steady. Michael throws his bag into the back of a jeep, rolling his eyes. “As ready as we’ll ever be. Beds, here I come.” Lenny groans. “Finally.” They try to lighten the air, but even their banter can’t cut through the heaviness pressing down on us all. Kostas stands stiff beside me, jaw tight, eyes burning holes into the ground. Lily hovers near him, her hand brushing his, steadying him in ways words can’t. Eva hugs Katerina first, then Nikos, then Kristina. When she turns to me, her eyes shine, though she blinks quickly as if to hide it. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For welcoming me. For making me feel… like I belong.” I place a hand on her shoulder, forcing myself to smile. “Family is not alw