Novels by Solo J wright

SHARON’S POV NINE YEARS LATERNine years slipped by faster than winter snow melting off the pines. I stood on the raised stone platform overlooking the Jordan pack gathering circle, wind tugging at the hem of my silver-trimmed cloak. Below me, hundreds of faces turned upward, some proud, some curious, a few openly skeptical. My son Daemon stood beside Morris at the center of the circle, his shoulders squared, his chin lifted. At sixteen he already matched his father in height, though his frame still carried the lean lines of youth. His wolf had come early, fierce and sudden two moons ago during a storm that rattled the windows of our home. The shift had torn through him like lightning; he’d howled so loud the pack heard it for miles.Morris raised one hand and the crowd hushed instantly.“Jordan pack,” he called, his voice carrying clear and deep. “Today we honor the blood right. This land, this strength, has always belonged to the line of its true alpha. We all know the story of ho

SHARON’S POV I woke to the soft gray light slipping between the curtains and the low rumble of Morris’s voice somewhere close. My body still carried yesterday’s delicious ache, muscles loose and heavy in the best way. I stretched, sheets sliding over bare skin, and cracked one eye open.Morris sat in the wide armchair by the window, shirtless, one twin cradled against each shoulder. Luna’s tiny fist gripped his collarbone while her brother, Elias, slept with his cheek mashed against Morris’s chest. Both babies still had that newborn flush, cheeks round and pink, little mouths working in their sleep. Morris’s head tilted down, lips brushing Luna’s dark curls as he murmured something too quiet for me to catch.I propped myself on one elbow. “Did you get any sleep at all?”He glanced up, his eyes looked tired but bright. A slow smile curved his mouth. “Not much. Luna decided three in the morning was party time. She woke up screaming like the world was ending until I walked her around th

MORRIS’ POV I sat behind the wide oak desk in my study, elbows planted on the polished surface, fingers steepled while Kelly paced in front of the fireplace. The fire snapped and hissed, throwing orange light across the maps spread between us. We’d been at it for hours, plotting supply lines, debating which border forts needed reinforcing first if the southern packs decided to test our new strength. My head throbbed from the endless what-ifs, but I kept my voice steady. Kelly deserved that much.“Another two companies on the eastern ridge,” I said, tapping the parchment. “We can’t leave the river crossing exposed.”Kelly stopped mid-stride, rubbed the back of his neck. “You really think the southern packs will stay neutral forever? One whisper from their alphas and—”The door creaked open.Sharon poked her head inside, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering like she’d just won a war single-handed. My heart gave a stupid, eager thud. She looked alive, dangerously alive.“Hello, husband.”The

SHARON’S POV A couple of months had passed since the twins arrived, and the days had started to feel like they belonged to us again. Luna and Elias were no longer the fragile little bundles we brought home from the hospital; they had filled out, their cheeks round and pink, their eyes bright and curious. Luna already had a laugh that could stop the whole house, and Elias had taken to grabbing anything within reach—my hair, Morris’s beard, Daenerys’s braid—with a grip that made us all wince and laugh at the same time.Today the sun was high and kind, the kind of warm September afternoon that makes you forget winter ever existed. I decided it was time.I loaded the four children into the SUV myself while Morris finished a call with the southern border patrol. Daenerys helped me buckle Elias into his car seat, chattering the whole time about how she was going to show her baby sister the prettiest flower in the garden. Daemon insisted on carrying Luna’s blanket—“because she might get co

MORRIS’ POV The truck rolled through the gates of Crescent Moon territory just as the sun dipped low enough to paint the sky in streaks of orange and rose. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Sharon’s knee, thumb brushing slow circles over the blanket tucked around her. She sat in the passenger seat, eyes half-closed, head tipped against the window, but every few seconds she opened them to check the two car seats strapped in the back. Luna slept with her tiny mouth open, one fist curled near her cheek. Elias had his head turned toward his sister, little chest rising and falling in perfect time with hers. Both of them swaddled so tight they looked like small white loaves.Sharon’s voice came out soft, almost a whisper. “They’re still breathing.”I glanced at her. “Still breathing.”She let a small, tired and radiant smile play on her lips, then she squeezed my hand. Kelly followed us in the second vehicle with Daenerys and Daemon. I could see them in the rearview m

SHARON’S POV I couldn’t sleep. The hospital room was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow from the monitors and the faint hallway light sneaking under the door. My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache—stitches pulling every time I shifted, breasts heavy and tender, lower back still throbbing from seventeen hours of labor—but none of it mattered. Not really. The pain felt distant, like it belonged to someone else.I propped myself higher against the pillows, careful not to tug the IV line in my hand. Morris sat in the chair beside the bassinets, shirt sleeves rolled up, collar open. He had one elbow braced on his knee, chin resting on his fist, watching Luna and Elias sleep. The twins were bundled in white blankets, tiny chests rising and falling under the warming lights. Luna’s mouth worked in little sucking motions, like she was already dreaming of milk. Elias had one fist curled near his cheek, the other hand open as though reaching for something he couldn’t quite find.Mo

SELENE’S POV I woke up first. Sunlight sliced through the gap in the curtains and painted thin gold lines across Darius’s bare back. He lay on his stomach, face turned toward me, one arm flung heavy over my waist like he’d pinned me there even in sleep. His breathing stayed deep, steady, the kind of rest he only found after we’d worn each other out completely. I traced the fresh red lines my nails had left down his shoulder blades last night, felt a lazy throb of satisfaction low in my belly.The room smelled like us—sweat, sex, his skin, my hair product. The sheets tangled around our legs. My thighs ached in the nicest way. Every time I shifted, the soreness reminded me how many times he’d taken me, how many times I’d begged for more.I should have felt guilty but I didn’t. Instead I felt a quiet, dangerous contentment settled in my chest. Two mates. Two fires. Both of them burned me in different ways and somehow I craved both flames.Darius stirred as his lashes fluttered. He crack

SELENE’S POVI guided Darius through the back door of the pack house, one arm hooked around his waist, the other pressed flat to his chest to keep him steady. He leaned into me more than necessary, the sharp bite of rye still clinging to his breath, but his steps held solid. Moonlight spilled across the kitchen tiles. The house sat quiet, everyone else long asleep or out on patrol.We climbed the stairs slowly. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us. I flicked on the small lamp beside the bed. Warm amber light caught the sharp planes of his face, the stubble shadowing his jaw, the faint red rims around his eyes that told me he hadn’t slept properly in days.I pushed him gently toward the mattress. “Sit.”He obeyed, knees spreading as he dropped down. I knelt between his legs, tugged off his boots one at a time. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, fingers brushing my hair behind my ear every few seconds like he needed the contact to believe I was real.Once his feet were bare I stoo

CAELUM’S POV I stood twenty paces back from the grave and watched her crash into him like gravity had finally remembered where she belonged. Selene’s arms locked around Darius’s waist so tight I saw his jacket bunch under her fists. She buried her face against his chest, shoulders shaking. He wrapped her up slowly, one hand cradling her head, the other splayed across her back like he could shield her from the night itself. She pulled back just enough to look up at him. Tears carved clean tracks down her dirt-streaked cheeks. “Don’t you ever do that again.” Her voice cracked. “Don’t disappear. Don’t make me think you’re gone. Don’t.”Darius chuckled, low and rough, the sound carrying on the cold wind. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”She smacked his chest once, twice, weak hits that barely moved him. “You scared me. You scared me so bad.”He caught her wrists, kissed her knuckles, then tugged her back into his arms. She went willingly, melting against him.I felt it then—hot, sharp

DARIUS’S POV The bottle rested heavy between my knees. Cheap rye that burned going down and kept burning after. I took another pill, let the fire spread through my chest, tried to drown the quieter ache that whiskey never quite reached. Night had settled thick over the clearing, the stars punched through the black above the treeline. The wind moved the pines, my cold fingers brushed the back of my neck. I didn’t care. The cold felt honest.My brother’s headstone stood three paces away. Simple gray slab, his name carved deep, no fancy dates, no epitaph. He hated ceremonies, he always said if he died young he wanted to be left where the world couldn’t dress him up in marble lies. So I buried him here, in the hollow where we used to skip stones across the creek, where we’d lie on our backs and talk about everything except the future our parents had already sold us into.I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my thighs, and stared at the name until the letters blurred.“You’d laugh at me

SELENE’S POV I woke up wrapped in warmth that wasn’t just the blankets. Sunlight spilled across the pillow, turning everything soft gold. My body felt heavy in the best way, my muscles were loose, my skin still tingled where Caelum’s hands and mouth had been hours ago. I stretched one leg, pointed my toes, and smiled into the empty space beside me when the ache between my thighs reminded me exactly how thoroughly he’d claimed every inch.For once the calm didn’t feel fragile. I rolled onto my side, hugged his pillow to my chest, breathed in the faint trace of him that lingered, cedar, smoke, and something wild underneath. My lips curved again without permission.Then reality nudged at me. Today was the last day of the weekend, that means I was due to go back home to Darius today. Caelum would drive me back across the border this afternoon. Back to the gray stone house, the wide empty halls, the bed that still carried Darius’s scent even after I’d tried to wash it away with new sheets

DARIUS’ POV The council chamber smelled of old cedar and burning resentment. Twelve pairs of eyes drilled into me the second I stepped through the arched doorway. I didn’t bother with the ceremonial bow. Not today. My boots struck the stone floor hard enough to echo.Elder Veyra spoke first, voice thin as winter ice. “Alpha Darius. You were summoned at dawn. It is now past noon.”I dropped into the high-backed chair at the head of the long table. Wood groaned under my weight. “Traffic,” I said flatly.A ripple of disapproval moved through them. Elder Torren, bald head gleaming under the chandelier, leaned forward until his knuckles whitened on the table edge.“We have received disturbing reports,” he began. “Your former beta, Ronan, vanished three nights ago after an… incident on pack lands. Witnesses claim you pursued him personally. They also claim you returned alone. Covered in blood.”I met his stare without blinking. “Ronan tried to murder my mate. He dragged her into the ravine

Nasir's POVThe abyss roared like a starved beast at its edge where I stood. Shadows clawed at my flesh, cold fingers promising nothingness and yet I did not flinch for the first time in my life. I was not doubtful about what needed to be done as I was ready to take a step in.At my back Trinity's scream ripped through the cave, tearing me asunder. The bond between us wailed sharp and ruthless, begging me not to do what I had already decided. Her pain whipped through my chest, but that only steeled my resolve.I had harmed her once, insulted,degraded and hurt her pride when we were young and I couldn't take that back but I could give my life, soul and my love for her life."Nasir, no!" she screamed, the echo of her footsteps taking up the space as she ran toward me then i turned, meeting her untamed eyes as she was glowing not with fear but with unadulterated power. Light flickered across her skin, blending with darkness in a way I couldn't quite understand. She had been marked by t

Trinity's POVThe silence after Morgana's scream was suffocating and shadows that had filled the cavern mere seconds ago receded like darkness itself was afraid. My chest ached, every gasp tasting like ash and fear and the air was heavy with unnatural quiet, too thick and too calculated.... this wasn't over.Nasir's arm was tight around me, his body substantial in a way I'd once despised and now clung to like oxygen. His wolf resonated in sync with mine, golden heat seeping into my flesh and we both felt that hum under the earth, a beat that didn't fit here."She's gone" Nasir growled, his amber eyes scanning the burned-out cavern, but the set of his jaw told me that he didn't believe his own words."No" I panted "Not gone, she was afraid"And it was that which gave me the worst shiver. Morgana, who had reveled in cruelty and blackness, had screamed not in defeat but in terror. Something greater lingered, something even she had not been afraid to face.".The stones beneath my feet tre

Nasir's POVHer voice is weak just like a whisper but hers. Trinity's voice."Hold on, Nasir… hold on" she saidThe voice tore through me like lightning cutting through darkness above. In one instant, I forgot shadows closing around me, forgot poison dripping off Morgana's lips, forgot the choking shroud of hopelessness she was trying to wrap me in.She was alive, then the bond between us flickered weakly like embers smoldering beneath ash but embers would continue to smolder. Embers would continue to set the darkness alight.I snarled at eyes that were not hers but still claimed her flesh "I heard her" I growled, my voice harsh and low with rebellion "You don't claim her, Morgana. You never will"Her smirk faltered for the first time and by mere hair's breadth but I saw it and I felt it then a crack in her ever-present haughtiness."You believe a whisper will rescue you?" she spat, shadows curling like snakes around her fingertips. "She's weak. She's floundering and i'm the one keepi

Morgana's POVOh, the sweet silence and their bond flickered again, tenuous and frail, and I felt it run through me like strands of silk being pulled asunder. The Alpha's terror sluiced off him in waves and I drank it in like a desiccated wolf savoring blood for the first time in ages.Poor battered Trinity fought from inside but her little fists against my cell barely left a scratch. She was a bird in a cage, flapping wildly as I opened her wings to make my own escape.Nasir's amber eyes burned with wild rage. He shook the body we shared, like Trinity would somehow reappear if he shook her hard enough Dumb man.I nipped her lips into a sneer "That vacancy in your eyes suits you, Alpha. Does it hurt losing her piece by piece?"His grip on my wrists grew tighter "You won't win cos she's stronger than you think"I laughed a laugh that sounded in the room like breaking glass "Stronger? Oh, I've enjoyed her strength. Bitter, sweet, twisted with fear and that girl is drowning in self-doubt

Nasir's POVThe world froze the moment her hand burst forth, black fire charring in a mad arc and for an impossible beat, I could've sworn to see every flicker of that damned flame albeit, alive, hungry and writhing with Morgana's venom. It wasn't Trinity, it couldn't be but it was her hand, her fingers and her power."Trinity" The word tore from my mouth like a war cry and my wolf churned inside me, struggling against my ribs, demanding I protect her at all costs. My instincts were screaming at me to dodge, to survive but my heart anchored me to the ground and to flee would be to let Morgana believe she had already won. The fire hit and it wasn't sun-warmth or flame-burning from a regular fire, this was not the same, it burrowed inside the skin, clawing for bone, drawing breath in blasphemies that twined themselves around my veins and my knees buckled but i straightened them, clenching teeth so hard i thought they'd break.Out of the smoke haze, her gaze crossed with mine. Not Morga

Trinity’s POVIt was like being buried alive and I could see and feel everything, the cold night air against my skin, the heat of Nasir’s grip still burning on my arms and the ragged breaths tearing through my lungs but I wasn't the one moving. My body belonged to someone else now...Morgana.Her laughter rippled through my chest, spilling from my lips, it wasn’t my voice anymore as it carried a richness, a venom that wasn’t human.Nasir staggered to his feet, his chest heaving, blood dripping from a wound across his ribs. His eyes glowed like molten amber, fixed on me with disbelief and dread “Trinity” His voice cracked on my name.My lips curled into a smile. I didn't choose “Not anymore” Morgana purred, stepping toward him and each stride was mine but not mine “You’re staring at the end of your world Alpha.”No, I screamed inside, beating against the walls of my mind. Don’t listen to her Nasir. It’s me and I'm still here but he couldn’t hear me.Nasir’s jaw clenched, fury sparking i