Novels by Ashabi

LENA.The restlessness was no longer a feeling; it was a riot now. I couldn’t keep my limbs still, couldn't keep my thoughts straight. The voice in my head had grown into a roar, a psychic tether pulling at my chest, dragging me toward the one person I had just tried to cut out of my life. I shouldn't be thinking about him. My body should not be pulling toward him, no. Yet, it felt like it was only him who held the antidote to making me feel better. My head was a whirlwind of emotions I was fighting through. I scrambled through the bedroom window, my breath hitching as my feet hit the dirt. I fumbled for my keys, my fingers feeling like lead. I was not supposed to do this. I was not supposed to feel like this. What the hell was wrong with me?! Yet, all I wanted to be was with Alexander. The voice in my head wouldn't stop screaming for me to find him. For me to be with him. The drive was an agony of waiting. I wished I could appear before him. Smell him. Touch him. Kiss him and

ALEXANDER. The pain of submission was a thousand white-hot spears puncturing my skin every second. I could barely see the road. My body felt like it was being unmade from the inside out, but I didn't stop. I had knelt. I had submitted to a weak wolf. I had invited this agony.But the physical torture was nothing compared to the mental image of Lena. She was gone. She had severed the bond, and now she was heading into the arms of another man. The thought of Ken touching her, mounting her, was driving me into a state of pure insanity. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather began to peel and shred under my fingers.Inside me, my wolf was whimpering. The loss of his dominion felt like an amputation.“No!” he growled, the sound echoing in my skull, but the rejection hit him like a physical blow, slamming him back into the dark.“We are rejected,” I gasped out, my eyes burning with tears I refused to shed. “She isn’t ours anymore!” I repeated the words, trying to force

LENA. “He let me reject him,” I said.Mom turned over her shoulder, her hands freezing mid-air over the stove. She stared at me as if I had suddenly started speaking a language she didn't understand.“He submitted to you?” she asked. I simply nodded.The pan in her hand hit the counter with a loud clatter, but she didn't even flinch. She stepped toward me, her eyes searching mine. “Tell me something, Lena. He knelt? On both legs, in front of you? He actually submitted?”“Mom, I wouldn’t lie about that. He was mean through the whole thing. He spoke to me like he couldn't wait for it to be over. I just... I don’t know why he did it.”Mom leaned against the island, her expression shifting into something like awe. “Taking a rejection from a weaker wolf is a humiliation ritual, Lena. His wolf had to bow to you. Do you realize the pain he had to be in? To give away his dominance like that... it’s like pulling a fish out of water. It goes against everything he is.”I looked away. I could

LENA. “He let me reject him,” I said.Mom turned over her shoulder, her hands freezing mid-air over the stove. She stared at me as if I had suddenly started speaking a language she didn't understand.“He submitted to you?” she asked. I simply nodded.The pan in her hand hit the counter with a loud clatter, but she didn't even flinch. She stepped toward me, her eyes searching mine. “Tell me something, Lena. He knelt? On both legs, in front of you? He actually submitted?”“Mom, I wouldn’t lie about that. He was mean through the whole thing. He spoke to me like he couldn't wait for it to be over. I just... I don’t know why he did it.”Mom leaned against the island, her expression shifting into something like awe. “Taking a rejection from a weaker wolf is a humiliation ritual, Lena. His wolf had to bow to you. Do you realize the pain he had to be in? To give away his dominance like that... it’s like pulling a fish out of water. It goes against everything he is.”I looked away. I could

ALEXANDER. Seeing her draped over Ken ignited a fuse I didn't know was buried in my soul. It wasn't just anger; it was a white-hot volcanic eruption. I didn’t realize I had grabbed her until we were dragging across the floor, away from the office, away from him. The teacher’s startled face blurred past us as she stayed with the kids, but I didn't care.I didn’t stop until the hallway turned into a blur of shadows. I slammed her into the wall, my palms hitting the stone on either side of her head, caging her. My breath came in ragged, jagged hitches, skimming over her skin like a fever.She jerked her head to the side, her lips pressed into a thin, white line.“Kiss me,” I commanded. The image of her mouth hovering over Ken’s burned behind my eyelids like acid. "Kiss me now."“No!” she spat.The word was a spark to a gun powder. My wolf clawed at the underside of my skin, howling to be let out. She was making it impossible to hold back. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it, her ha

LENA. “I really like your short hair.”Ken’s voice was oily, slick with a satisfaction that didn't reach me. He ran his fingers through my scalp, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep from flinching. His touch felt like cockroaches skittering across my skin dry, invasive, and wrong. But I stayed still. I kept my gaze anchored to the glow of my laptop, forcing myself to navigate the rows of responsibilities on the screen.I never thought a day would come where I’d surrender to a man I didn’t love. I never imagined I’d have to swallow the bile in my throat and pretend that his presence didn't feel like liquid lead coursing through my veins, heavy and toxic.The door swung back, hitting the stopper with a soft thud. Mom stepped into the office, her presence instantly commandng the air. The moment her eyes landed on Ken, a radiant smile transformed her face. She didn't just like him; she championed him. I knew it wasn't because of Ken’s virtue, he wasn't a good person, not really,

HERTH. I woke up to an empty bed and a cold room. I rolled over, my arm instinctively reaching out for the soft, vanilla-scented heat that had been anchored against my chest all night. My fingers met nothing but flat, wrinkled sheets. I snapped my eyes open, sitting up instantly. The pale morning light filled the bedroom, highlighting the complete absence of her. She was gone.I stood up, wrapping a dark sheet around my waist as I strode out into the hallway and down toward my private study. Her clothes were missing. She had left in the middle of the night, sneaking out like a thief after we had shared something so intense, so consuming, I could still feel the phantom warmth of her tight core pulsing against my skin.I rubbed my face in frustration, a growl building in my throat. I was deeply confused. Why was she constantly on and off with me? One minute she was running into my arms, begging me to hold her, opening her body to me with a desperate, wild hunger that drove my wolf ins

EMMA. I was entirely broken. Walking out of the house, my mind was a screaming cage of horror. Jeremy was dying. Sophia was going to hate me. Damien was pulling the strings, holding my brother’s life over my head like a cruel god.I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. The weight of the world was crushing my bones, and I just needed to disappear. I needed to forget everything that was wrong with my miserable life, even if it was just for an hour.And there was only one person who could make me forget.I didn't care about the danger anymore. I didn't care about the secrets or the rules. I practically flew to Herth’s private estate, my hands shaking as I pushed through the heavy front doors. The mansion was dark, quiet, and filled with his suffocating, intoxicatingscent. It was heavenly. The kind I couldn't get enough of. The moment I saw him standing at the end of the dimly lit hallway, the last of my control snapped. I ran straight into his arms.I didn't say a word. I didn't cry.

EMMA. I returned from the hospital with a heavy heart, wondering what had caused Sophia to collapse so suddenly. One moment she was perfectly fine, and the next, she was bedridden.When I stepped into our grand living room, the entire house was completely quiet, too quiet. My breath caught in my throat.Richard was waiting for me.He was seated on the leather sofa, his legs spread wide in a posture of pure, undisputed power. His arms rested along the back of the couch, radiating a dark, suffocating aura that made the very air feel thin. Richard was a normal wolf, an ordinary beast with no special title, but the sheer cruelty bleeding from him was maddening. If I hadn't seen him shift with my own eyes over the years, I would have assumed he was an abominable wolf like me. But he wasn’t. Abominable wolves cannot shift.My knees instantly went weak. The trauma of my childhood rushed to the surface, and before he could even utter a word, I dropped to the cold floor. I was terrified that

HERTH. I took my eyes off Emma when Sophia screamed and dropped to the ground, but my hands refused to let her go. My grip on her waist remained firm, anchoring her to my side as I turned toward my daughter."Sophia," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the ruined club.Sophia was on the floor, writhing in pain and her body oozing with weakness. The abominable wolf had followed her scent. It was her it came for.I looked at Emma and I knew I couldn't let her know this, not now. She couldn't know that Sophia was broken, too broken and even I couldn't do nothing about it.Emma removed her waist from my hand, running over to Sophia, she bent before her and wailed.“Sophia! What happened? Why did she fall? Was she harmed.”“We need to take her to the hospital!” I uttered, rushing over to her and pulling her in my arms.Panic rolled off Emma, so thick, I could smell it.The drive to the private pack hospital was a blur of speed and tension. Sophia passed out in the back

EMMA. Suddenly, I could taste fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my body to bend forward, forcing my mind to go completely blank. I was just about to put my mouth on his dick. I was seconds away from destroying the last piece of my dignity just to keep my brother safe.*BANG.*A loud, ear-splitting sound exploded through the air. The noise was so massive it vibrated right through the floorboards and shook my entire chest.Instantly, the crowded club turned into pure chaos. Students and dancers screamed, scrambling away in every direction, knocking over chairs and spilling drinks as they fled from the source of the noise.In front of me, the rogue exploded in pain. He let out a sharp, wet shriek as a piece of his flesh tore away under the impact of the bullet. He fell hard to the floor, his body twitching violently as blood began to pool beneath him.The sudden shock broke the spell. I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My boots

Sophia and I arrived at the club because she had insisted on my coming, and I simply could not say no to her. She was my best friend, the only person who truly saw me in a world that wanted to look past me. Before we even hit the dance floor, we had to visit Jeremy.When we walked into his room, he was being fed. Sophia walked right up to him, her face filled with deep softness. She reached into her bag and pulled out a beautiful, glowing necklace, placing it gently into his hands. Then, she closed her eyes and began to pray to the Moon Goddess for his healing."As a wolf of Alpha blood," Sophia whispered, her voice full of emotion, "I hope my sacrifice will be received by the goddess, and she will heal him completely."I stood by the door, a warm smile spreading across my lips. Seeing how much she cared for my brother made my chest swell. I smiled knowing Sophia was my ride or die. She would do anything for me, and I would do anything for her.After leaving Jeremy, we finally hit th