Novels by Sal.Abk

I see it in his eyes, and I feel the fury he tries to bottle in flow out of his body in waves. Then something else flashes in his eyes—fear and protectiveness—as he runs his gaze over my body quickly to make sure I'm unhurt. Then they return to his usual cold demeanor before his head snaps in Anna's direction.She's glued herself to the wall, looking from him to me, flustered and afraid. Louis’s rage simmers a little at her expression before he speaks through gritted teeth.“Do you have any idea what could have happened if I didn't arrive when I did?” Louis asks, and Anna shrinks deeper into herself.“I-I d-didn’t do that on purpose,” Anna squeaks out, and my eyes narrow at her.I'm still too shocked to speak. The look in her eyes when she pushed me was sick, and I didn't do much just now to provoke an out-of-the-spur moment.It feels intentional, but I don’t want to think too deeply into it. She's hurting, and she thinks it's all because of me.I sigh shakily. “It’s alright. I'm alri

Rino’s lips remain only a breath away from mine. He lifts his darkened eyes to mine like he’s searching through my soul.My body jerks at the hot, warm feel of his lips against mine. I inhale sharply when he suckles on my lips, my brain working overtime.His tongue darts out to swipe against the sensitive injury on my lip. My eyes widen even further at the act.Before I can process anything, Rino steps away from me, and I find myself breathing hard. My fingers lift to touch my lips.“W-what did you just do?” I breathe out.“Don’t do that to your lips.” Rino’s eyes continue to flicker from my lips to my eyes like he’s trying to rein himself in.He just suckled at the injury on my lips.He watches me like prey for a moment longer before dashing out of the kitchen.If I still couldn’t feel his hot lips on mine, I’d have thought I just imagined this moment.Rosa clearing her throat from the front door causes me to jump.“Help me out with setting the table, will you?” she says with a sly s

Mario left the mansion not too long ago, and the loneliness of this place threatens to swallow me whole.I decide to find as much information as I can about what happened here while I was away, and I start with Mrs. Willow. She wasn’t here when I left a few years ago, but she’s the only opening I have—I need to start somewhere at least.“Mrs. Willow,” I call out, peeking my head into the kitchen. A broad smile spreads across my face; I try to look as cool as I can possibly afford to in times like this.“Yes, Mrs. Garcia?” Mrs. Willow’s eyes widen in surprise at my presence.“Oh, what can I do for you?” she says hurriedly, and I refrain from cringing at her tone and discomfort from having me here.“I was hoping I could join you in preparing dinner.” Mrs. Willow looks even more startled than before.“Oh no, you don’t have to, Mrs. Garcia—you shouldn’t even be in here.” She flails her hands around nervously to make her point.“I insist. I’ve been bored out of my mind, and I need somethin

“What do you mean?” Mario asks.“A week after I returned here, someone called me to tell me that they knew about Alfredo,” I mumble out anxiously, my eyes going to him.“You also only knew about just Alfredo, didn't you?” I ask, and Mario nods distractedly at me.“When I was attacked, someone left me a handwritten message. It said my grandson was still alive. I wasn't certain—thought it was just some joke—but your reaction at the hospital confirmed it.” I let out a strangled breath at his words.“W-what if they sent something to Rino too?” I ask, holding my breath as I place my palm against my belly anxiously.Mario's eyes meet mine. “If my son even as much as suspected that his kids were alive, he would have combed through the earth to find them, Freya,” Mario tells me, his features twisting into one of discomfort.“It would be foolish of you to underestimate my son's ability to read people and pick a lie. He definitely knows you're hiding something—he just might not know what. And k

I took in a long breath, my eyes on the man in front of me, my shaking fingers gripping the bed tightly as I mutter, “Get out.” I force my eyes to slither daggers at the man in question.Rino raises an amused brow at me but otherwise remains quiet as he saunters out of the room like the predator he was and still is.I collapse onto my bed the second I'm alone, the back of my eyes burning with unshed tears and my heart racing at his words.His coldness should mean nothing to me, but I'm unable to ignore the ache in my heart, and the helpless way he makes me feel makes me hate him even more.~*~*~*~*I wake up the next morning with as much a heavy heart as the night before, and I decide that the only way I can save myself is to start looking for answers as soon as possible.I sit in front of the window, looking out at the most peaceful view as my head spins around, trying to make any of this make sense.I think back to all that has happened since I got here—the accusation of me motherin

I wake up to the feeling of drowning, like something hard is pressing against my chest. I can't breathe.The Crowlers.My eyes fly open at the reminder of how I ended up in this situation, my breathing labored and heavy as I pant, my eyes scanning my surroundings to find it pitch black. But the feel of the beddings tells me I’m in Rino's room—our room.The heaving of my chest calms, knowing I didn't get taken by the scum of a woman who attacked me. I'm as safe as I can be under Rino's roof and breathing.My body tenses, goosebumps flare up my arms, and I know he's somewhere in the dark room—watching me."Rino?" I whisper, my tongue pulling out to wet my parched and sensitive lips.He doesn't respond, and I hear no movement. I sigh, pushing myself up to lean on the headboard, but my lower side flares up in pain and I groan out.My eyes snap to my belly to find that I'm only wearing a tiny shirt that fully exposes my stomach, which has a bandage wrapped around the side.How?"You got cu

"Joan.” I groaned out in pain, my shaking hand lifting up to hold her's over the silver that was sticking out of my stomach.“Will my death finally give you peace?” I croaked out, coughing up blood in between.Joan did not need to say a word, the determined look in her eyes was answer enough.I owed my entire existence to Joan's parents, she might have not been the best sister to me but they were the best parents to me. They saved me and they loved me unconditionally.I pushed both of our hands and the knife sank deeper into me, more blood pulled at my lips, Joan's widened eyes looked up at me in shock.My lips trembled, I wanted my hate for her to consume me so badly too, I needed someone to blame too but I was so tired of fighting, I couldn't go on like this. I wanted it all to just be over now.Joan was suddenly ripped off of me, she landed against a tree before falling unconscious onto the grass.The smell of citrus and sandalwood occupied my senses. His ferocious growl made the t

My body stiffened from the surge of power accompanied by that voice, forcing us all to bow to a higher hierarchy—the King.I could feel the pack members dropping weakly to their knees around me, unable to withstand the crackling force of this immense power. The suffocating mix of their terror hummed in the air.My face paled when I felt a defiant urge within me fighting the force to kneel. I stayed hunched forward, sweat trickling down the side of my face, my breaths coming out in pants. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I felt it.The force was nearer—it was heading straight for me. I whimpered, searching for a way out. Nothing was under my control, not even my own body.I clenched my eyes shut, knowing the crippling force was now standing right in front of me.This is where I die—at the hands of the terrifying King.I could hear his harsh breathing over my own and feel his burning, slithering gaze moving over my entire body as if he wanted to see into my soul.If I was

I sat in the rattling prison cell that reeked of damp stones, stale sweat, and death. The walls were made of scorching silver bars. This wasn't a place to just hold werewolves; it was made to break one.The only sound was the faint drip of water somewhere in the darkness, with only a faint light flickering along the creepy walls.The cell door was left wide open, my hands unrestrained—an attempt from the guards to showcase how weak and a mutt they knew I was. Yet I was still being accused of killing a fully trained Luna.I could barely fight an infant with my inability to shift. I had no werewolf side to possess the strength that they had. I would have doubted my genes if my foster parents and the Luna hadn't assured me numerous times that I smelled like a werewolf and therefore had to be one.I hugged my hands around myself as I felt my red eyes beneath the green lenses I always wore glowing in the dark. I dug my nails into my palms tightly, forcing them to stop, afraid of myself.Th

“Murderer!!”“She’s an abomination!!”“Kill her!!” The shrill scream of contempt landed a blow to my gut.My heart hammered harshly within my chest, and I panted from exhaustion and fear.I didn’t do it!Unadulterated, hateful gazes littered all around me, threatening to send me to my knees from the shivers running down my spine.I didn’t do it!I was dragged like the filthy criminal they accused me of being, my left eye snapped shut from swelling—an aftereffect of the mass massacre that almost took place in the hallways before the pack guards hauled me out of it.My good eye searched desperately for any sign of Lucas. I needed to know he believed me. He was the only sliver of hope I clung to as the pack guards dragged me roughly across the pack grounds and into the throne room.I was thrown onto the floor, and left to lift my limbs off the ground myself, I realized how much my body trembled terribly.I didn’t do it!The clearing of a throat above me caused my head to snap in that dir