Novel-novel oleh Solo J wright

SHARON’S POVThe afternoon sun had already turned soft and golden when the messenger arrived from Jordan Pack. He was young, barely old enough to have a full beard, and he looked like he’d ridden through thorns to get here. His cloak was torn at the shoulder, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He bowed low in the courtyard while I stood on the stone steps with Daenerys balanced on my hip and Daemon clinging to my leg.Morris read the sealed letter in silence. When he finished he folded it carefully, tucked it into his jacket, and looked at me with the kind of calm that only comes before something heavy.“She’s opened the granaries,” he said.I blinked. “Sandra?”He nodded once. “One quarter of the stores. She made sure that the families with children came first. More like she rationed the food.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Daenerys tugged on my hair; I shifted her higher and kissed the crown of her head.“She’s feeding them,” I whispered.Morris watched my face

SANDRA’S POV I woke with the taste of copper still thick on my tongue. The ceiling above me swam into focus—high, carved, familiar. My own bedroom. Silk sheets twisted around my legs like they’d tried to strangle me in my sleep. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight, but thin blades of afternoon light sliced through the gasps and cut across my bare arms. My head pounded in dull, wet thumps. I sat up too fast as the room tilted. Nausea surged up my throat, so bad I clamped a hand over my mouth, I tried to swallow it back down, and forced myself to breathe through my nose.How the fuck did I get back here?The last thing I remembered clearly was the shaman’s hut, her fire-lit face, the way her voice had gone flat when she said “too late.” Then I’d felt this pain, it was sharp and deep. And within seconds there was blood in my mouth and my legs gave out. Nothing after that, there was no memory of walking, no memory of guards carrying me, no memory of the stairs, the corridors, an

MORRIS’ POV The door to our bedroom clicked shut behind us and I turned the lock without looking away from Sharon. Sharon stood in the middle of the bedroom, still wearing the soft gray sweater she’d pulled on after the twins fell asleep. Hair loose, cheeks flushed from laughter, eyes bright in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks. She looked like mine again, not the ghost who’d stared through me in the hospital, not the woman who’d cried herself raw in the bathtub. She looked alive. Hungry. Dangerous.I crossed the room in three strides.She met me halfway.Our mouths crashed together hard, open, no preamble. I tasted the faint sweetness of the tea she’d sipped earlier, felt the sharp edge of her teeth when she bit my bottom lip. My hands found her hips, yanked her flush against me so she could feel exactly what she did to me. She moaned into my mouth, fingers already tearing at my shirt buttons.I walked her backward until her spine hit the wall. She gasped when the cool stone met her bac

SHARON’S POV I sank back to the rug in exhaustion and worry. The twins crawled over immediately, sensing something had shifted in my mood and demeanour. Daemon patted my cheek playfully as he was trying to cheer me up. Daenerys tucked herself under my chin, babbling and swinging her legs so it could hit my hand.Morris sat beside me and pulled us all close. “Are you sure he would be fine out there all by himself?” I asked unsure. “What if Sharon or Darius goes after him? What would become of him?” Morris sighed heavily. “He’s not a weak man, Sharon. He’s a warrior, he can’t die easily, at least not without a fight. I believe he will be fine.” Fine? That wasn’t the word I needed to hear right now. What I needed to hear was he would be safe, a hundred percent assurance that he would be safe. But I didn’t say anything. We stayed like that, quiet, tangled, and breathing together, until the twins dozed off again.Morris kissed my temple. “Are you okay?”I nodded against his shoulder.

SHARON’S POV The nursery smelled like warm milk and cedar. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, turning the rug into a golden pool where Daemon and Daenerys lay on their stomachs, their chubby arms reaching for the same wooden wolf Morris had carved last winter. They babbled at each other in that secret twin language only they understood, their tiny fingers brushing, then tangling, then pulling apart with delighted squeals.I sat cross-legged between them, one hand steadying Daemon’s back so he didn’t topple sideways, the other smoothing Daenerys’s curls every time she lunged forward. Morris sprawled on his side next to us, propped on one elbow, watching them like they were the only thing in the world worth seeing.He caught my eye and smiled, a slow, real smile, the kind that still made my stomach flip after everything.“They’re plotting something,” he said, voice low and amused. “Look at that face.”Daemon had frozen mid-reach, staring at the wolf like it owed him money. Then

SANDRA’S POVI felt the moment I lost Rowan.Not some poetic tug on a mating bond—there was none of that sentimental shit between us. It was simpler, and colder. One second the space he occupied in my mind pulsed warm and pliant, the next it blinked out like a candle someone pinched between wet fingers. Gone.I was halfway across the throne room when it happened. Mid-sentence, actually, barking at a trembling steward who’d dared suggest we open the southern granaries. The words died in my throat. My chest caved inward, not grief, nothing so pathetic, just the sudden absence of a tool I’d grown used to wielding.The steward froze, eyes wide, waiting for the rest of my tirade.I stared through him.“Get out,” I said.He scrambled backward so fast he nearly tripped over his own robes.The doors thudded shut.I stood alone in the cavernous room, the echo of my own heartbeat suddenly too loud.Rowan. My Rowan.The one who fucked like he hated me and still came back every night. The one who

SELENE’S POV Morning light slipped through the tall windows of my room in Ironfang and painted thin gold stripes across the cream carpet. I woke slowly, body heavy, every muscle reminding me it had been through hell. The cuts on my stomach and thighs had scabbed over, but moving still pulled at them like tiny threads being tugged. My ribs ached when I breathed too deep. I lay there a minute, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the city far below.Caelum had left me alone last night. He’d shown me where everything was, the bathroom stocked with fresh towels, the closet full of clothes he’d had brought in, the small sitting area with a view of the forest beyond the glass towers, and then he’d said goodnight at the door. I’d lain awake a long time after he left, replaying Darius’s words from the morning I packed. We’d been alone in my room at Bloodfang. Darius had pulled me against his chest, arms wrapped tight around me like he could shield me from the weekend ahead.

CAELUM’S POV I stood in the doorway of the guest room watching Selene pack her things. She moved carefully, still sore from the cuts and bruises Ronan left behind. Every time she bent to pick something up I fought the urge to step forward and do it for her. She’d hate that. She’d already told me twice she wasn’t broken, just healing. I believe her, mostly. Darius leaned against the wall beside me, arms folded, watching her the same way I did. We hadn’t spoken much since the infirmary. Words felt too small for what we’d both almost lost. Selene zipped the small duffel closed and turned. Her eyes flicked between us. “I’m ready.” Darius pushed off the wall first. He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms. She went willingly, cheek against his chest, hands fisting the back of his shirt. I looked away for a second, an old habit, but forced my gaze back. Watching them together didn’t burn the way it used to, it just ached. Darius dipped his head, lips brush

SELENE’S POV I jolted awake gasping, my lungs burning like I’d been underwater too long. Sweat soaked the thin hospital gown, plastered it to my ribs and back. My heart hammered so hard I felt it in my throat, in my fingertips, and behind my eyes. It felt like Ronan’s hand was still clamped over my mouth and his knife still glinted. The dark room still pressed in.I thrashed once, hard, before my brain caught up with my new reality. There were no ropes, no hood, and no cold stone digging into my spine. Around me were white walls, soft beeping from a machine beside the bed. There was this strong antiseptic smell in the air, and a thin blanket tucked around my waist. I was in a hospital. Someone brought me to safety. I was indeed alive. The realization hit like a punch and stole my air all over again.I turned my head slowly, terrified I’d see Ronan’s face instead of safety.Darius slept on my right, slumped in the narrow chair they’d dragged right up to the cot. His head rested on th

DARIUS’ POV Ronan’s words kept looping in my skull like a blade stuck on repeat. “Too bad Darius won’t see his pup be born.”I hadn’t slept since I heard them, I mean I couldn’t sleep. Because every time I closed my eyes I saw Selene with a rounded belly, smiling at me, then bleeding out on cold stone while Ronan laughed. The image made bile rise in my throat. But I was in serious doubt. I have always had my suspicions about Ronan from the very first night Selene went missing. The way he had made everything look like the Shadow Council had a hand in her disappearance made me feel like he was up to something dangerous. But sitting here right now and thinking about what he said last night in that tunnel made me think differently. Ronan hadn’t gone to meet with Selene in that tunnel, in fact he had gone to his usual hide out. We’d made sure to search properly after he left, but there was no trace of Selene in there. And that brought me to my second doubt, the pregnancy. How was it

CAELUM’S POV Two days.Forty-eight hours of empty rooms, cold trails, and Darius looking more dead than alive.I stood in the war room doorway watching him. He hunched over the long oak table, palms flat on the map like he could force answers out of the ink. His shoulders were rigid, knuckles white. The same black shirt he'd worn since the night she disappeared clung to him, wrinkled and stained with sweat. His hair stood up in spikes where he'd dragged his hands through it too many times. Dark circles carved hollows under his eyes. He hadn't slept, he hadn’t eaten more than a few bites of bread someone shoved at him yesterday. Every time a warrior came in with a report he lifted his head like a drowning man surfacing for air, his hope flickering, only for it to die when the news was the same.Nothing, no lead on who took her. We had spent the past two days laying tracks on the Shadow Council. We suspected them, but the truth is they never took her. There was no scent trail beyond t

SELENE’S POV The ropes had rubbed my wrists raw. Every small shift sent fresh stings up my arms, but I kept tugging anyway, testing for any give. There was none. My back ached from being pressed against the damp stone wall for hours, maybe days. Time blurred down here. There were no windows, no cracks of light, just the same suffocating black that made my eyes ache from straining to see something, anything.My cheek still pulsed where he’d hit me. The skin felt tight and swollen. Dried blood cracked every time I opened my mouth. My tongue kept finding the split inside my lip. Copper and salt. I swallowed it down with whatever spit I had left.Footsteps came again, this time it was heavier, and it was coming towards me. The same low voice cut through the dark. Familiar in a way that made my stomach lurch. I knew that cadence—I’d heard it in passing orders, quiet commands in the halls of Bloodfang. But the hood muffled it, turned it into something distorted and wrong.“You’re quiet to

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