Novels by Okoro Elizabeth

“Today,” the Priestess called out, voice ringing with power, “we witness the return of the Alpha’s daughter, Luna's forgiveness, and the blessing of a child yet unborn.” A hush fell over the crowd. Georgia stepped forward, placing Jared’s hand over her stomach again. “By the blessing of the Moon, may this child be strong,” she said. “And may our bonds be unbroken,” Jared added. The Priestess dipped her fingers into sacred ash and drew ancient runes on both their foreheads. “You are now bound by heart, spirit, and blood.” She turned to Keira. “Daughter of the Alpha. Heir of the Bloodfang line. Do you accept your place again among your people?” Keira stepped forward, her voice clear. “I do.” “Do you trust your Alpha again?” Her eyes met Jared’s. She didn’t hesitate. “I do.” As the cheers slowly quieted and the drums softened into a steady pulse, the Priestess turned her gaze to the two boys standing at Keira’s side, Kelvin and Kelsey, their young faces brave but s

“Are you okay?” Jared asked again, his voice barely above a whisper, his arms still locked around Keira like he was afraid she’d disappear again.Keira nodded against his chest, breathing in his scent, the familiar warmth of pine, leather, and something purely him. It calmed her, grounded her. She’d found her way back, and now that she was here… she wasn’t letting go.But just as the moment settled around them like a warm blanket, Georgia cleared her throat softly.“Alpha…” she said, her voice hesitant but purposeful.Jared looked up, his golden eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Yes, Georgia?”“There’s… something I need to tell you,” she said, placing a gentle hand on her stomach.Keira pulled back slightly, her eyes flickering to her mother with confusion.Jared’s brows furrowed. “Are you all right? You look pale… Why are you holding your stomach like that?”Georgia’s lips twitched into a small smile, and she looked down for a second as if gathering strength. Then she raised her eyes a

“Okay, Mom… I’ll go back,” Keira finally said, her voice low but certain.Georgia turned quickly, her eyes lighting up. “Really?” she asked, hope laced with excitement in her voice.“Yes, Mom,” Keira nodded, trying to smile. “I think I got it all wrong. That dream… or whatever I saw, it wasn’t real. Alpha Jared… he’s been nothing but good to me.”Georgia’s eyes glistened. She reached out and cupped Keira’s cheek gently. “Yes, baby. Your dad is a good man. I’m so sorry you had to see that terrifying dream. And I’m even more sorry for what Uncle James did years ago. But… he’s gone now. The pack is at peace again.”Keira hesitated. Her eyes narrowed in thought.“But Mom… isn’t it wrong to kill someone?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.Georgia froze, lips slightly parted, shocked by the heaviness of the question.“Mom…” Keira whispered, “Uncle James killed Aunty Serafina. Your er…”Georgia’s heart clenched. “Yes, I know, baby girl… it’s… it’s…”Keira’s voice cut her off. “And now…

Jared cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that trailed silently down her cheeks. His voice was low, thick with emotion, laced with the growl of his wolf just beneath the surface.“Georgia, I swear on the bond that ties our souls,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips, “I will love you deeper than the moon loves the night, and I’ll protect you, our triplets, and this pack with every drop of blood in me. Even if it costs me my last breath, I’ll never let harm touch what’s mine.”Her eyes glistened, wide and fierce, searching his face like she was memorizing the weight of his promise.“Say it again,” she rasped, her voice trembling but demanding. “Promise me, Jared. Not as my mate, say it as the Alpha. Say it like your life depends on it.”His grip tightened around her, firm but reverent, like he was anchoring himself to her heartbeat.“I promise you,” he growled, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes glowing with that primal silver fire, “as your Alpha, as your ma

"Mom…Is... is Uncle James dead?"Kelvin’s voice trembled as he whispered the question. He clung to his mother’s cloak, his small fingers bloodstained from when he’d tried to shield his eyes too late. His wolf was young, barely awakened, but it felt the weight of loss. The corridor still echoed with the sounds of the brutal battle, the growls, the bone-snapping strikes, the sickening final crunch.Her voice broke entirely then, and she crumpled forward with a sound that wasn’t quite a sob—more like the kind of pain that lived in silence for too long and finally found a voice.Kelsey's mother dropped beside her, wrapping trembling arms around her daughter’s small frame. But Kelsey didn’t lean in. She sat stiff in her mother’s embrace, her eyes still locked on the body.“I hated him sometimes,” Kelsey whispered. “But I didn’t want him to die.”Her mother froze, fingers tightening around her. “Baby…”“He scared me,” Kelsey continued, her voice raw now, stripped of the filter children usua

Outside the window, the snow kept falling.Inside the room, the fire of a mother’s love burned hotter than any curse.And in the silence that followed… another feather floated down from the crack beneath the door.Not black.Crimson"Where is he?" James thundered, his voice like gravel grinding against stone. His eyes burned gold with fury, the beast beneath his skin clawing for release. "Jared. That bastard who dares call himself my blood. My brother. Where is he?!"The corridor trembled with the force of his presence as James didn't just push the door—he *slammed* through it like a wrecking force, the thick oak splintering against his shoulder as it burst open.Jared stepped out from the shadows of his room like a ghost emerging from the grave, silent, steady, and heavy with the weight of all that had been buried. His bare feet made no sound against the stone floor, yet every step felt thunderous, like the earth itself recognized the brewing storm in his wake. The dim torchlight lin

Lyra’s POV The day had finally arrived: my wedding day. The world outside seemed to know it was special, too. The sky was a canvas of soft blues and wispy white clouds, with the sun gently warming the seaside breeze. Every detail of the morning felt surreal, like I was walking through a dream I never wanted to wake up from. In my bridal suite, the air buzzed with excitement. Sophie, my bridesmaid and Angela’s closest friend, was helping me into my wedding dress. The dress was everything I’d imagined, sleek and elegant with delicate lace running down the sleeves and tiny pearls dotting the bodice. The train cascaded behind me like a flowing river of ivory silk. As Sophie zipped the back, I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror. For a moment, I didn’t recognize myself. “You look stunning, Lyra,” Sophie said, stepping back to admire me. Her voice was thick with emotion. I turned to her, my own heart brimming. “Do you think Kurtis will like it?” Sophie laughed. “Like i

Lyra's POV The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee drifting up to my room. For a moment, I stayed under the covers, savoring the warmth of my bed and the quiet anticipation that filled the air. Tomorrow, I would become Mrs. Lyra Hartley. The thought sent a flutter of excitement and nerves through me. Finally, curiosity got the better of me, and I padded downstairs, barefoot, my robe loosely tied. In the kitchen, I found Angela standing by the counter, a steaming mug in her hands. Her back was to me, and she seemed lost in thought. “Good morning,” I said, stepping closer, my voice soft so as not to startle her. Angela jumped slightly but quickly recovered, turning around with a faint smile. “Good morning. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just... couldn’t sleep.” I reached for a mug and poured myself some coffee, the rich aroma wrapping around me like a comforting hug. “You didn’t wake me,” I assured her. “But you being up this early is definitely unusual. What’s on your

Lyra’s POVThe morning light streamed through my bedroom window, painting everything in soft gold. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, jolting me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Kurtis’s name flashing on the screen. “Good morning, baby girl,” his deep voice greeted me. “Good morning,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest. Even after everything we’d been through, his voice still had that effect on me. “How did you sleep?” he asked. “Better than I have in weeks,” I admitted. “Knowing Alice is finally in custody helps.” There was a pause, and then he chuckled. “I knew that would ease your mind. But listen, we have something more important to focus on now—our wedding.” My heart soared. “You’re right. No more delays.” “Exactly. Can you meet me at the venue later today? I’ve already called a decorator and the caterer to start discussing ideas.” “Of course,” I said, excitement bubbling up. “What time?” “Around two. I’ll text you

Kurtis’s POVThe morning after James was arrested, I woke up feeling lighter, yet there was still a lingering weight on my chest. Alice. She was the real puppet master, the mastermind behind James’s schemes. If I let my guard down now, it could all be for nothing. I sat at the edge of the bed, watching Lyra sleep. Her face was serene, untouched by the chaos that constantly tried to invade our lives. I wanted to keep it that way. Standing up, I grabbed my phone and dialed Detective Harper. “Harper,” her voice was sharp and awake despite the early hour. “We’ve got to move on Alice,” I said, my tone firm. “If she gets wind of James’s arrest, she’ll bolt. We need to act now.” There was a pause on the other end of the line before Harper responded. “Agreed. Do you have anything concrete on her yet?” “Not enough to keep her locked up for long,” I admitted. “But James’s arrest is going to shake her. If we can catch her making a move, we’ll have something to work with.” “I’ll dispa

Kurtis’s POVI was still seeing the the moment the handcuffs clicked around James’s wrists, playing in my eye, how I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. It wasn’t just about justice, it was about keeping Lyra safe, about making sure that maniac wouldn’t come anywhere near her again. As the officers led him out, his defiance hadn’t wavered. “This isn’t over, Kurtis,” James hissed, his eyes filled with venom. “You think taking me down changes anything? You have no idea what you’re up against.” His voice echoed back in my ear.I didn’t respond. He could spit all the poison he wanted; his threats didn’t matter anymore. His reign of terror had ended the moment those cuffs locked into place. Once the police cars disappeared into the night, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Detective Harper walked up to me, her expression grim but satisfied. “You did good tonight, Kurtis,” she told me.“I just did what needed to be done,” I replied, glancing at the warehouse where

Kurtis’s POVJames was a menace, a shadow that loomed over Lyra and Angela's lives for far too long. As I stood by the window of my penthouse suite, staring at the city lights below, the thought of letting him roam free even for another day was unbearable. Lyra’s safety wasn’t just a responsibility, it was personal. “I’m not waiting for him to make his next move,” I said, turning to Detective Harper on the other end of the phone. Harper’s voice was professional but tinged with determination. “We need solid evidence to make the arrest stick, Kurtis. What you’ve given us so far is compelling, but I need more to ensure he doesn’t wriggle out on a technicality.” I clenched my fist. “Then you’ll have it. I’ll send over every document, every email, every recording we’ve compiled so far. And I’ll make sure he has no place to run.” After hanging up, I paced the room, my mind racing. James was clever, but arrogance was his fatal flaw. He never imagined I’d play the long game, collectin