Novels by Dominion Ogode

Alina Pov:I made it downstairs with Valerian in one piece, after our bath and a quick stop by my room to grab a change of clothes. Before making our way toward the group, I silently wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole—after he caught me staring at him, and now my face was as red as a tomato.'Really, thank you for trying to give this a chance," Kaia giggled inside my head, and I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to my Lycan. "Being my mate, fate or not, is enough to make me want you. Tell me you didn’t swoon when you heard it," she added, her voice teasing. The fuck?"No, I didn’t," I gritted out 'And why was he so sure I'd fall in love with him? I can't...I couldn't.""I don’t think you understand the meaning of giving this a chance. It means being true and open to love," Kaia chimed in. “Whatever,” I muttered. The sooner I got out of here, the sooner I’d be away from him. He was walking silently behind me, his presence impossible for me to ignore. I stil

Valerian Pov: Strands of her hair floated in the breeze. She stood there, doing nothing, and yet—I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching her. I moved closer, resting my hands on the railings beside her. That warmth again—just being near her made everything inside me feel less cold. I followed her gaze to what held her attention. “Creys and Ryan are sparring,” I whispered. “Oh,” she said, her lips forming the word softly. An awkward silence settled between us. One I so wanted to rip apart with my bare hands. Being here with her should feel easy, and not uncomfortable or awkward. I wanted her to feel comfortable when she was around me. I wanted her to need me. Without thinking, my fingers found a lock of her hair again. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. She stilled, her eyes shifting from me to my fingers. She looked like she was ready to pull away. “Do you hate me?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. I never cared about who ha

Valerian Pov:I Somehow, during the night, she'd ended up sprawled on top of me, her body soft and warm, tucked perfectly into mine. One of my arms had wound around her waist in sleep—or maybe not by accident—and now she lay there, her cheek resting on my chest like she belonged thereI lost track of time watching her, and now it's almost done, but I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. Not when she was this close, breathing softly, lashes fanned against her cheeks. I spent the hours memorizing every angle of her face, the way her brows pinched slightly like she was dreaming something bothersome, the subtle pout of her lips. She’d probably frown at me, if she knew I spent the whole night watching her.Her lashes fluttered. She stirred.Her lips parted in a soft yawn as her eyes cracked open, blinking blearily against my bare chest. I watched the exact second her mind caught up with her body—when the realization dawned that she was lying on me.But then… she shocked me Instead of scrambling off, s

Valerian Pov:She was curled toward me now.Despite her stubborn insistence hours ago—making a dramatic show of claiming the farthest corner of the bed, spine stiff, arms folded like a fortress—she’d turned in her sleep. At some point during the night, her body had betrayed her resolve. Her knees nearly brushed mine beneath the sheets, her breath warm against my chest.I wasn’t sure when my fingers had found her hair.But they had—absentmindedly winding a lock around my knuckle, again and again. It was soft. Softer than I’d imagined—though I’d never admit to imagining it at all.I felt at peace watching her. I didn’t know when that started, but here I was, fingers gently twirling a strand like it was the most natural thing in the world.A frown crept across my face. My gaze drifted to the door, fingers still tangled in her hair. I withdrew them slowly, as if the strands might protest. Something flickered in my expression—there and gone—before I sat up.Quietly, I slipped out of bed, r

Valerian Pov: I tried—gods, I tried—to hold back my laughter as my little mate glared at me like I’d just insulted her bloodline. She shoved at my chest, trying to push me across the threshold of her room like I was some stray mutt that had wandered in.“It’s not funny,” she snapped.It absolutely was. Especially the way she huffed, cheeks flushed, lips still slightly swollen from our kiss. A kiss I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since it happened.I let the laugh slip out anyway. “You’re adorable when you’re mad.” she froze when she heard it, but I don't regret saying it, it was the first thought that came to mind as I stared at her across the door frame. The imprint of her still burned on my lips, her scent tangled in my clothes. I could still feel the way her body molded against mine like she was made to fit there.I wanted more.God, I wanted all of her. Her touch, her voice, her taste—I wanted to drink her in like she was the only thing keeping me alive.I could still

Alina pov:I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, breathing hard.My heart was racing. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I slid down to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest, trying to ground myself. But the second I closed my eyes, it was him again—his hands, his mouth on mine, the way I wanted him so badly it scared me.My chest tightened. I sucked in a breath.It didn’t help.Another breath.Still no relief.I was supposed to close my eyes in these situations, taking one breath after the other and calm my nerves, but I could not do thatmy breathing surfaced faster, my heart pounding so viciously, my eyes stung, maybe it was all a dream, yes, a nightmare that felt more real than the others that was all But then I could still taste him on my tongue and his scent was deeply mixed with mine My throat was constricted, like I was choking on air. My limbs tingled with panic, cold sweat prickling down my back'Alina- Kaia calls, trying to reach me, but I increased the