Novels by Ella Wealth

DREY'S POVThe sky had begun to darken again. I stood outside the main hall, staring out toward the woods, trying to piece myself back together. The truth was, I didn’t know what the truth was anymore.Clarissa was still missing. The search teams had returned exhausted and empty-handed. And inside, Helen waited patiently, too patiently for me to make my decision. The pressure to mark her publicly grew heavier with each hour that passed. But my heart... it wasn’t in it.My thoughts had been erratic lately, twisted. Images, dreams, no, nightmares played in my mind every night. Clarissa lying. Clarissa laughing behind my back. Clarissa betraying me with another. I’d see flashes of her smile and feel rage instead of warmth. None of it made sense. It wasn’t who I was. It wasn’t who she was.And still, the dreams kept coming.The door behind me creaked, and I turned.Camelia stood in the doorway, a long cloak wrapped around her shoulders, her silver-streaked hair catching what little light

Clarissa’s POVThe walls were cold.The room they kept me in was carved from damp stone, and though no chains bound my limbs, I felt tethered in every way that mattered.Days passed. Or maybe it was weeks. I lost count after the fourth time the old bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered and died for hours. There were no windows. Just silence.And shadows.I wasn't completely alone. Sometimes, I heard footsteps outside the door. Sometimes, I felt eyes watching me, breathing in my despair. But no one spoke. Not a word. Just silence and the occasional rattle of a tray being shoved through the slot.Tiara was quiet too.My wolf, once fierce and ever present, had withdrawn deep into the crevices of my soul. I felt her heartbeat, faint but steady, like she was sleeping through a long winter. Maybe she needed strength. Maybe she was trying to protect me. Either way, I missed her.I missed Drey.His name alone was enough to reopen the ache in my chest. The way he had looked at me those last

Tessy's POV The silence in the Alpha’s office was the kind that made your skin crawl. It was heavy and suffocating. It wrapped around me like smoke, the kind that hinted at something burning far beneath the surface. I stood near the door, watching my brother, Alpha Drey, stare out the wide glass window overlooking the eastern training grounds. His shoulders were square, his arms crossed behind his back. He hadn’t spoken since I walked in.But I hadn’t come for small talk.“I know what you’re planning to do,” I said finally.He didn’t turn. “Then you know it’s necessary.”My stomach twisted. I crossed the room slowly, placing my hands on the edge of his desk. “You’re going to mark Helen publicly?”He nodded once.I tried to steady my voice. “And you think that’s the only way to get Clarissa back?”He finally turned then, his eyes darker than I remembered. They were not angry but distant, like someone else was looking out through them.“This isn’t a negotiation, Tessy. You know the ter

Helen's POV I stood by the window of the Alpha’s chamber, watching the wind ripple through the trees, my reflection faint in the glass. It wasn’t vanity that kept me there, it was certainty.Tonight was the beginning of something new. Something I had waited for, fought for. And finally, everything was falling into place.Clarissa was gone. Out of the way.And Drey? He was almost mine again. The mark would seal it. And once I had that, no illusion would be needed. No more whispers in dreams, no more silent doubts blooming inside him. He would belong to me in every sense that mattered—mind, body, and rank.I turned as the door creaked open. My hand instinctively smoothed the fabric of my dress, deep burgundy and regal against my skin. Drey stepped inside. He looked tired. Haunted. The weight of leadership had finally begun to buckle his shoulders. He hadn’t shaved in days. Shadows clung to his cheekbones. He hadn’t even noticed I’d worn his favorite color.I gave him a small smile. “Yo

DREY'S POVThe council chamber was too quiet. The kind of quiet that crept into your bones and made everything feel wrong. As Alpha, I was used to silence born out of respect but this... this was tension. Resentment. Doubt.My fingers curled into fists on the table. I could feel the weight of every stare in the room. The elders sat rigidly, their expressions tight. Warriors lined the walls, arms crossed, eyes lowered or narrowed. Even the omegas who served water barely made a sound.Clarissa was gone.And the pack was splintering.Torn.They didn’t say it out loud, not all of them. But I could feel it.They blamed Helen.And by extension, they blamed me."Alpha Drey," Elder Caelum began, his voice gruff but even. "It has been two full days since Clarissa went missing, and no formal investigation has been launched."I clenched my jaw. "That’s not true. We have trackers combing the forest. Patrols were doubled along the borders.""But none sent to Helen’s quarters," another elder said,

Clarissa’s POV The forest was unusually quiet that evening.I had just completed a routine scouting assignment along the eastern ridge of the territory. The breeze was cool and steady, rustling the canopy above as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting everything in hues of gold and rose. Tessy had offered to come with me earlier that day, but I declined. It was a simple task, or so I thought.The silence should have warned me. No birds. No scurrying animals. Just the crunch of my boots on dried leaves and the beating of my heart in my ears.I walked the narrow path leading back to the pack house, humming a soft tune to keep the strange chill off my back. My wolf, Tiara, was quiet but alert. She had been more vigilant since our meeting with the Seer. Her warnings haunted me still. Trust your instincts. Be wary of illusions.Suddenly, the wind shifted. I stopped. My fingers brushed the hilt of the dagger strapped to my thigh. There, I perceived a scent. It was rotten and metallic.

The void’s silence was absolute, a suffocating absence where the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar, and the world itself had dissolved. The mark on my chest was no longer a burn but a supernova, its pulse the only tether to Lyra, the spark whose form flickered beside me, her shard a blinding star in her trembling hands, her blue eyes, my eyes, shattered with grief yet fierce with defiance. The dagger in my grip was molten, its symbols blazing, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s soul, now a dying ember in the face of annihilation. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a fading echo through my breaking heart, our shared fight extinguished by the truth: the sacrifice was me, the lock, my life to seal the Veil, to save the world, every soul, every star, every breath or let it all unravel into nothingness. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but the shadow’s silence, the void’s consuming pull, and the Architect’s radiant presence were the endgame, and my choice

The void of the sacrifice faded, leaving us sprawled on the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a brutal reminder of the world still clinging to existence. The mark on my chest was a furnace, its searing pulse chaining me to the shadow, the void, and Lyra the spark whose crumpled form beside me was both my strength and my breaking point, her shard blazing in her trembling hands, her blue eyes, my eyes, hollow with terror yet fierce with defiance. The dagger at my hip burned, its symbols flaring like dying stars, pulsing in desperate sync with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s soul, now a fraying thread holding the world together. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a fading pulse through my shattering resolve, our shared fight a spark against the unbearable truth: the sacrifice demanded one of us lock, spark, or void to give everything, or existence itself, every soul, every star, every breath, would dissolve into nothingness. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but th

The severing’s maelstrom collapsed, spitting us onto the sea cliffs with a force that drove the breath from my lungs, the ocean’s roar a deafening pulse against the silence of the reapers’ chant. The mark on my chest blazed, an inferno binding me to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark, whose trembling form beside me was both lifeline and wound, her shard scorching in her grip, her blue eyes, my eyes, wild with terror yet fierce with unyielding resolve. The dagger at my hip seared, its symbols flaring like stars, pulsing in frantic sync with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s heart, now teetering on the brink of collapse. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a desperate thread through my crumbling strength, our shared fight a dying ember against the choice we’d made, balance, not chaos, not control, but its cost was no longer a storm; it was annihilation. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but the shadow’s scream, the void’s devouring pull, the fla

The binding’s radiant chamber faded, hurling us back onto the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a jarring pulse against the silence of the binders’ chant. The mark on my chest seared, a blazing tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark whose trembling presence beside me was both lifeline and weight, her shard glowing fiercely, her blue eyes, my eyes, wide with fear yet hardened with resolve. The dagger at my hip burned, its symbols pulsing wildly, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s heart, now stronger but teetering on a knife’s edge. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a desperate anchor through my exhaustion, our shared fight a fading ember against the choice we’d made, balance, not chaos, not control, but its cost was no longer a shadow; it was a storm, and the quartet, lock, spark, flame, void, was no longer just ours. The shadow’s scream, the void’s hollow pull, the flame’s fading whisper, "you did it," and the Architect’s unseen presence we

The reckoning’s blinding plane dissolved, spitting us onto the cold, jagged rocks of the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a stark contrast to the judges’ silent chant. The mark on my chest pulsed, a heavy tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra the spark whose steady presence beside me felt like both anchor and burden, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes, my eyes, shadowed with exhaustion but burning with resolve. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, pulsing in sync with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s newly strengthened heart, a fragile victory against the chaos we’d faced. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a lifeline through my bone-deep weariness, our shared fight a flicker of hope against the choice we’d made balance, not chaos, not control but its cost lingered, a weight we couldn’t ignore: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, and the reckoning had held, but the shadow’s scream

The Origin’s starlit platform faded as we stumbled back into the world, the glowing path dissolving into the rough stone of the sea cliffs, the night air sharp with salt and the distant crash of waves. The mark on my chest pulsed, a steady ache binding me to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra—the spark—whose quiet steps beside me echoed my own, her shard glowing softly, her blue eyes, my eyes, heavy with the weight of what we’d faced. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, pulsing in time with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s strengthened but still fragile heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a lifeline through my exhaustion, our shared fight a faint light against the choice that loomed: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The quartet—lock, spark, flame, void—was ours, and the Origin had held, but the shadow’s scream, the void’s hollow whisper, and the flame’s fading plea, you did it, were warnings that our war was far from won.Lucian