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

For a long, suspended beat, the ballroom did not breathe.Then the applause came, soft at first, scattered, hesitant. But it built quickly, rolling like thunder through the golden hall until the walls themselves seemed to hum with it. Champagne flutes chimed against each other as hands clapped harder, louder. A few voices even broke into cheers.“Lucy! Lucy DiMarco!” someone called from the back, sparking a ripple of laughter and raised glasses.Lucy froze for half a heartbeat under the storm of attention, the crimson silk of her gown catching the chandeliers like fire. Her eyes flicked toward Austin, searching, questioning, but he only watched her with that steady, unshakable gaze that pinned her in place.And suddenly, she understood.This wasn’t just about her. It was about both of them. About the empire standing behind their names, and the unity no enemy could fracture.With a soft breath, Lucy let her lips curve into a smile. Not the polite one she had practiced for countless boa

“You saved me tonight, Lucy,” Austin murmured, his voice low, intimate, heavy enough to crush the air between them. His hand tightened over hers, thumb brushing slow, deliberate strokes across her knuckles, as if grounding himself in her touch. “Do you have any idea how rare that is? For me to admit I couldn’t have done it alone?”Her lips curved faintly, though her eyes shimmered with something sharper, more dangerous. “Then admit it,” she whispered, her voice carrying a quiet challenge. “Say you would’ve failed without me.”Austin’s jaw flexed, his chest rising sharply. The words caught in his throat, fighting with the iron pride that had built his empire. His gaze locked on hers, dark, unflinching, and for a moment it looked like he might actually say it.But instead, his voice dropped, rough, unfinished. “You have no idea what you just did to me.” His fingers tightened, his tone burning with frustration and desire, as if the confession he *wouldn’t* make was tearing him apart insi

The boardroom sat in stunned silence. Then Ella’s laugh broke it, soft, sharp, laced with mockery.And Lucy? She didn’t blink. Her lips curved faintly, dangerous and knowing.“Seventy-two hours,” she whispered, her eyes locked on Austin’s. “Then let’s see who survives.”Before anyone could process her words, Lucy straightened, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she stepped toward the head of the table. The silence that followed was no accident, it was commanded.“Listen to me,” she said, her tone slicing through the tension like a blade. “We don’t have the luxury of panic. Every second we waste here, they’re stripping us bare.”Executives shifted uneasily, their murmurs stilled by the sharp authority threading her words.“Security,” Lucy snapped, eyes flashing to the guards near the door. “Seal this floor. Nobody leaves, nobody enters without clearance.”The guards moved instantly, locking down the exits.“IT team,” she continued, voice firm, relentless, “you’re

“Repeat that,” Austin’s voice cracked like a whip, lethal calm masking the storm in his eyes. He didn’t rise from his chair, didn’t even blink, but the air in the boardroom turned suffocating.The young man in the black suit swallowed hard. “Sir… our private servers have been compromised. Sensitive data is being pulled as we speak.”The room erupted, to executives cursing, chairs scraping, voices clashing in chaos. But Austin’s gaze never left the messenger, sharp enough to slice flesh. “Which sector?”The man hesitated, eyes darting. “All of it. Financials. Partnerships. The Amara deal. Even… personal files.”That last phrase hit like a gunshot. Austin’s chest tightened. Personal files meant his life outside the company, things no one had the right to see. And worse, Lucy’s name could be tied in. His wife. His shield. His weakness.Ella’s smirk slithered back like a serpent uncoiling. “Oh my,” she murmured sweetly, her voice cutting through the panic like poison through silk. “What a

Austin’s voice cut through the stunned silence, low and edged with steel. “Ella. What detail exactly did I forget to mention?”She smiled like a cat that had cornered its prey. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted the folder in her hand and let it snap open.“The Valtoro contract,” she purred. “It expires next week. And unless DiMarco Enterprises produces the renewal sum, five hundred million dollars, your shiny new merger collapses before it even begins.”Gasps ricocheted across the room. Executives whispered furiously, faces paling. Five hundred million wasn’t a number you shrugged off. It was an axe swinging above their empire.Austin’s jaw flexed, a muscle ticking like the crack of a gun. His grip on the table’s edge tightened until his knuckles blanched bone-white against the polished wood. The air around him shifted, heavy, charged, making even the most seasoned men in the room straighten in their seats and avert their eyes. His voice, when it came, was low,measured, but every sylla

“Ignore her?” Lucy’s voice sliced through the silence, soft but burning. “That’s easy for you to say when she’s not looking at you like you already belong to her.”Austin’s head turned, slow, deliberate, his dark gaze locking on hers. “You think I belong to her?” His tone was low, almost dangerous.Lucy’s chin lifted, a flash of defiance sparking in her eyes. “No. But she does. And that’s the problem.”For a long beat, they just stared at each other. The room was thick with words unsaid, charged with an energy that neither perfume nor sarcasm could erase. Austin took a step closer, the heat of him pressing into the small space between them, his voice dropping. “She could strip naked in this room and it wouldn’t matter. Do you understand me?”Lucy swallowed, her pulse racing. “Then why did it feel like I wasn’t even here?”The question hung in the air like a blade, and for the first time, Austin didn’t have an immediate answer. Instead, his jaw tightened, his silence louder than anythi

“Get your hand off her.”The voice was sharp, cutting through the night air like a blade. Zane’s voice.My heart jumped, a cold shiver rushing down my spine.My breath caught, my body leaning—almost unconsciously—closer to his warmth. Kai didn’t move, didn’t push, didn’t demand. He just stood there, steady and patient, like an anchor in the middle of the storm that was my life. His scent—clean, sharp, with a faint trace of smoke and leather—wrapped around me, grounding me in a way I didn’t know I craved.For a fleeting moment, I wanted to stay right there. Pressed against him, hidden in that pocket of stillness he created just for me. With him, there were no games, no power struggles, no dangerous sparks waiting to ignite. Just quiet. Just calm.My chest rose and fell unevenly, as though my heart couldn’t decide whether to slow down or race faster. And when his hand brushed, barely, against my arm, gentle, hesitant, almost reverent, I felt a shiver crawl up my spine.Safe. That’s what

Finally, we were on our way back to the Carter mansion, back to reality, back to where my duty as a maid continued like nothing had changed. But something had. Deep down, I couldn’t ignore the warmth blooming in my chest.I was thankful. Thankful for Liam.Yes, Zane had his moments, his own ways of making me feel seen… but Liam? His way of spoiling me wasn’t just extravagant, it was otherworldly. Like he was determined to rewrite what I thought I deserved.Thirty minutes later, the jet stood waiting, sleek and gleaming under the runway lights. Liam’s hand never left the small of my back as we climbed the steps, his touch steady, claiming. The moment we stepped inside, the world seemed to shift, plush leather seats, soft golden lighting, a bottle of champagne chilling on ice as though it had been waiting just for us.He gestured for me to sit, his lips curving in that dangerous half-smile that always seemed to unravel me. “Home can wait,” he murmured. “For now, you’re still mine.”And

The night air clung to my skin as we left the garden’s glowing pathways behind. My heart was still racing, caught somewhere between the fairytale I’d just walked through and the man at my side who had almost kissed me.Liam’s hand rested low on my back, guiding me toward the waiting car. His touch was steady, but his silence… dangerous.I bit my lip, glancing over my shoulder at the garden one last time. The roses shimmered under the lights, the lilies swayed softly as if whispering secrets to the night. My chest tightened. I couldn’t just leave them.I stopped, my heels clicking against the stone path. “Wait,” I breathed.Liam turned immediately, his eyes sharp. “What is it? Did something happen?”I shook my head quickly, embarrassed at how silly it might sound. “No, I just… I don’t want to leave without them.”His brow arched. “Without what?”I hesitated, then pointed toward the cluster of wild roses tangled near the fountain. Their petals glowed soft pink, like blush on porcelain s

The car door opened, but Liam didn’t move immediately. He just sat there, his hand still over mine, his gaze holding me captive. The curve of his lips promised mischief, but his eyes… they promised something deeper, something that made my stomach tighten.“Come,” he finally murmured, stepping out first. He circled the car like the world belonged to him and then opened my door with a little bow, as though I was royalty.I raised a brow. “You’re being suspicious.”“Good,” he said smoothly, offering his hand. “Suspicion keeps things interesting.”I hesitated only a second before sliding my hand into his. The evening air rushed against my skin, warm and fragrant, carrying a faint perfume of jasmine I couldn’t place.The building we had stopped beside didn’t look like a building at all. High stone walls covered in ivy stretched upward, hiding whatever lay inside. An arched gate of wrought iron stood before us, delicate golden vines curling through its design. Beyond, I could see a flicker

The woman noticed my silence, of course I was still trying to convince myself I actually wanted to be there. My eyes probably screamed *get me out of here*.So she repeated everything again, her tone patient but oddly mechanical, like she was reciting a memory verse she’d been forced to learn by heart. Every word rolled off her tongue in perfect rhythm, rehearsed a thousand times before.I blinked at her, half-listening, half-wondering if she’d snap out of it and suddenly ask me to clap my hands and say amen.“Welcome to Elysium Wellness & Spa,” a woman at the desk greeted with a serene smile. She barely glanced at me, her eyes darted immediately to Liam, as if men like him didn’t walk in every day. He signed us in, his tone polite but clipped, like he’d done this a hundred times before.“Come on,” he murmured, sliding an arm around my waist and guiding me past the desk. “Tonight, you’ll see what real pampering feels like.”A hostess in soft cream robes welcomed us with a serene smile

“What?” I blinked at him, tilting my head. “Spa? Oh no, no, no. What’s that? Is it food? Spaghetti? Because if it is, I’m not eating, Liam.”The stylist almost choked on a laugh, and Liam stared at me like I’d just told him I thought Paris was in Africa.“Food?” he repeated slowly, as if testing the word on his tongue. “You think a spa is spaghetti?”“Well…” I shrugged dramatically, biting back a smile. “It sounds like it. And honestly, I’m not hungry. Thank you for the hair, but I want to go back to the hotel. This is enough already.”I made a little spin, showing off the curls bouncing over my shoulders. “See? Done. Perfect. Hotel, bed, peace.”But instead of letting me go, Liam threw his head back and laughed. A deep, warm laugh that made his chest shake against my shoulder.“Oh, sweetheart,” he said finally, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “If I don’t teach you the difference between spaghetti and spa, Zane will use it against you forever. And I can’t have that.”I narrowed my

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