Novels by Latwrite

Rachel's POV Meanwhile, at the heavily guarded Ryder estate.Silas carried me inside, his strong arms holding me against his broad, warm chest as if I were made of glass. He set me down gently on the plush sofa, his dark eyes lingering on my face before he checked his watch. "Get some rest, little wolf. I have pack business to settle at the northern border."I nodded softly, but a familiar, icy dread twisted in my stomach the moment his scent began to fade from the room.He’s going to see Cynthia.I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the heavy, dark-timbered ring resting on my finger. I never believed I would wear a true pack ring, have a den of my own, or feel a sense of belonging in a world ruled by apex predators. Even if this entire arrangement was nothing more than a political contract to shield him from the elders... it felt like a beautiful, fragile dream. Like a starving rogue suddenly being offered a seat at the Alpha's table.Buzz.The vibration of my phone broke

AUTHOR'S POV Except for those rare nights when she acted as his personal pack secretary and waited in the driveway to drive him home from council meetings. Back then, the idea of presenting her to the elders as his Luna had never even crossed his mind.He parked on the dark street and stared up at the single unlit window of the apartment.When did the shift happen? he thought, his chest tightening. When had coming home to Rachel's scent become as vital to his survival as breathing? Now, the quiet apartment felt like a hollow cave.He had always treated her like a little pet rabbit, a fragile, submissive creature that kept its head down and never challenged the Alpha's authority. When his wolf was restless, he would drop by the den to claim my warmth. When the politics of the council overwhelmed him, he used her quiet space to escape the noise of the world.But his little rabbit had broken her leash. She was gone."Daniel! Where the hell have you been? Silas Ryder is still prowli

AUTHOR'S POV Elena’s face darkened with pure panic."There is undeniable digital proof that your cousin Anabelle skipped over eighty percent of her classes and bought her academic awards with pack money, yet she was still named an outstanding graduate today. “Did you personally pull political strings for her, Ms. Cross?""Get the hell out of my way!" Elena snapped, her voice breaking. These reporters... they had to be sent directly by Silas Blackwood! No one else in this city had the power to coordinate a media ambush this precise! It was completely obvious he had planned this whole scandal ahead of time to destroy her family's public standing."Ms. Cross, a live-stream on the pack network claims the Clayton Club was involved in illegal smuggling and that your name is on the ledger! “Any comments for the Council?"Elena’s expression twisted into an ugly mask of pure terror and rage. Silas wasn't just defending his rogue girl; he was completely destroying the Cross Pack's reputa

Rachel's POV It was just a contract marriage to fool his grandfather. Why go through the trouble of forging a custom ring?"Is this ring... is it just another trick to mess with Elder Jackson's head?" I asked softly, my voice trembling. Maybe Silas had only slipped it on my hand during the stage presentation so the reporters would broadcast it, forcing Elder Jackson to call off the engagement with Sophia Ryder out of public shame.Silas watched me quietly for a long moment, his dark eyes searching my face before he spoke. "It's for you, Rachel. Do you not like it? I had it commissioned from the top master designer in the state."I stared down at the band, completely shocked as the pieces connected in my mind. Under the sunlight streaming through the window, the metal sparkled with a strange, spiritual glow, almost brighter than any diamond I had ever seen. "This... this must have cost an absolute fortune, right?" I whispered, remembering Elena's gossip about custom jewelry.Silas

Rachel's POV Silas stopped in his tracks, his aura flaring so violently that the rogue students in the row gasped. He didn't look at Daniel; he just glanced down at me. "Go wait for me inside the SUV, Rachel."I didn't want to be the center of a physical pack brawl in the middle of my campus, so I nodded obediently, clutched my white roses, and hurried out the side doors."Silas, you don't understand a single thing about Rachel," Daniel shouted angrily the moment the doors clicked, trying to bait him. "She might look soft and fragile on the outside, but she is tough. “Throwing your millions at her like she's some bought plaything is just a cheap insult to her character!" He had always believed that I was too pure to care about pack money. All those four years, he had purposely held back from giving me a single credit card or buying me a house because he didn't want me to feel like a kept rogue pet."Oh, is that so?" Silas said coolly, turning his massive frame to face Daniel ful

Rachel's POV I nodded, took a deep, steadying breath, and stepped out of the aisle onto the wooden stairs of the stage. That was the honor I had earned with my own sleepless nights and blood. Just like Silas had told me in the study, I couldn't lower my head to these wolves, or my crown would slip to the floor. I was the top of my class, always a standout. So what if I was an orphan with no family name? I still had my own future to live."Rachel is officially recognized as our most distinguished graduate," Quincy announced into the mic, handing over the heavy gold plaque with a nervous smile.I smiled faintly back, saying absolutely nothing, keeping my composure elegant."Then... let's have Mr. Blackwood himself present the final honors," Quincy added quickly, bowing slightly as Silas walked up the steps.Silas walked across the stage, his long strides commanding the room. He handed me the diploma, and right on cue, his beta assistant followed behind him with a massive, breathtaki