Novels by Donna pen

Reyna’s POVI had always imagined what my wedding would be like—soft lights, maybe flowers strung from the trees, and a gown that made me feel like I belonged to something magical. But what I never imagined was sharing it with someone else. Stephanie.And yet, as we stood side by side, dressed in white, veils lifted by the breeze and hearts full to the brim, it felt perfect.The entire pack had gathered under the vast canopy of trees, the clearing decorated with ribbons, wildflowers, and lanterns that glowed softly even in the morning light. Nature seemed to be celebrating with us. Birds chirped joyously, and the sky was the perfect shade of blue—as if the universe had decided to give us this one, flawless day.Stephanie looked radiant. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her lips curled into the softest smile. Her dress flowed like a whisper, delicate lace lining the bodice, and a sheer train trailing behind her. I caught her stealing glances at John more than once, and each time

Jake’s POVThe morning was grim and heavy with the weight of justice. Everyone was gathered in the central clearing of the pack grounds, surrounding the large wooden stake that had been set up the night before. The logs beneath it were stacked high, soaked in oil, ready to burn. The flames hadn’t been lit yet, but the tension crackling through the crowd felt just as hot. Today was the end—for Diane.Reyna stood beside me, her hand gripping my forearm tightly. She was trying to stay strong, I could feel it in the way her fingers twitched, her jaw tightened. Her hair shimmered in the sunlight, and even now, amid the blood and fire, she looked like peace.John stood across from us with Steph, their fingers interlocked. There was a strange quiet between them, not discomfort—but something deeper. A sense of finality.The silence was broken by the thunder of boots. A guard burst into the circle, panting, eyes wide with adrenaline. All heads turned toward him.“My lord!” he gasped, bowing qu

Reyna’s POVThe morning light poured into the dining room like honey—warm, slow, golden. The smell of scrambled eggs, roasted meat, and freshly baked bread drifted through the air as I sat at the long table, tucked between Stephanie and Sarah. It felt strange—almost surreal—to have this kind of peace after everything that had happened.Steph passed me a mug of tea with a wide grin on her face. “You look like someone who barely slept.”I smirked. “I could say the same about you.”Her cheeks flushed pink, and Sarah immediately caught on, laughing into her drink. “Don’t tell me our mighty warrior got swept off her feet?”Steph rolled her eyes, but the blush gave her away. “Maybe a little.”I leaned forward with raised brows. “So? What happened?”She tried to act casual but failed miserably. “John asked me to marry him.”“What?” Sarah and I shouted at the same time.Steph giggled, biting into a slice of bread. “Yes. He told me last night after… well, you know.”I gave her a playful nudge.

John’s POVThe soft light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden hues across the room. I blinked slowly, the heaviness of sleep still lingering, but the warmth wrapped around me wasn’t just from the sun—it was from her. Stephanie. She was curled into me, her bare skin against mine, her breathing soft and rhythmic like a lullaby meant for wolves.I tightened my arm around her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She stirred gently, letting out the softest hum before turning in my arms to face me. Her eyes fluttered open, and the moment they met mine, I felt it again—that pull. That certainty that she wasn’t just mine in body, but in soul too.“Good morning,” I whispered, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “Morning.”I didn’t wait—I leaned in and kissed her. Slow. Deep. She responded immediately, her fingers sliding into my hair, pulling me closer. One kiss turned into two. Then more. The world could wait. The cou

Stephanie’s POVMy palms were damp as I followed John into his bedroom, the soft echo of our footsteps the only sound filling the spacious room. My heart was thudding way too fast, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was nervous about being alone with him… or something deeper.He stopped by the window, the moonlight spilling across his broad shoulders and casting a silvery glow over the room. Then he turned to me, his eyes catching mine in that intense, grounding way he always had.“How are you feeling tonight?” he asked, voice low, calm… careful.I took a breath. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, then hesitated. “But honestly, I really need to train. I’ve been off lately. My head’s been all over the place.”He chuckled, folding his arms. “That’s the price of being a warrior, Steph. You don’t get to switch your brain off, even when you should.”His smile made something flutter inside my chest, and I found myself smiling back.“Yeah, well,” I muttered, “being a warrior’s overrated someti

Reyna’s POVStephanie leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and a sly smile playing on her lips. “You won’t believe who’s rotting in the dungeon.”I raised a brow from where I was sitting on the edge of my bed. “Who?”“Diane.” She smirked. “Locked up like the traitor she is.”I blinked. My stomach did a little twist,not from fear, but from the overwhelming satisfaction that came with justice being served. “Seriously?”Steph nodded, eyes glinting. “Wanna go see her? Give her a piece of your mind?”I didn’t hesitate. “Hell yes.”We were out of the room and down the hallway in seconds, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet corridor. The tension that had been clinging to my chest since everything happened seemed to ease with every step. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Diane, but I knew one thing for sure,I needed to see her in chains.The moment we entered the dungeon, the stench of mold and rust hit me. The air was cold and damp, but I kept walking, eyes

Chapter 102:Super promotion Chelsea walked into the kitchen that morning, her apron slung lazily over her shoulder, prepared for another long day of cooking under the sharp eyes of the head chef. But the moment she stepped inside, something felt different. The atmosphere was lighter, brighter—even the staff looked at her with knowing smiles. Confused, she set her bag down and glanced around.“Morning, Chelsea,” one of the sous-chefs greeted her, grinning from ear to ear. “Looks like the kitchen’s yours now.”She froze. “What do you mean?”Another colleague chuckled. “Haven’t you heard? You’re the new head chef. The former one’s been transferred to another branch.”Chelsea blinked, stunned. “Wait… what? Me? Head chef?”The room erupted in claps and cheers, and someone shoved a bouquet of fresh flowers into her hands. Chelsea laughed nervously, her cheeks flushing red as she looked around. It felt surreal, almost too good to be true.Her heart pounding, she turned on her heels and hurr

Chapter 101: The truth of years.Liam drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on his knee. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees as they cruised down the quiet suburban road toward his mother’s house. Chelsea sat beside him, watching the scenery roll by. She had been here twice before, so the route was familiar, but there was a nervousness about today,something in the way Liam’s jaw was set, his shoulders slightly tense.“You sure you’re okay with coming?” he asked without taking his eyes off the road.She gave him a small smile. “I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t. Besides, your grandma makes the best apple pie I’ve ever had. That alone is worth the trip.”His lips curved faintly, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes.When they arrived, his mother’s house looked as warm and inviting as ever,white shutters, flower boxes overflowing with blooms, the faint scent of lavender wafting from the garden. Liam’s grandmother was already waiting at the doorway,

Chapter 100: The Aftermath The clinking of cutlery and the warm aroma of roasted chicken filled Chelsea’s dining room. The table was neatly set for four, the golden glow from the overhead chandelier casting soft light across the polished plates. Chelsea sat beside Reese, while Gerald and Liam took the seats opposite them.It was supposed to be a quiet family dinner, but Reese’s smile told everyone she had something to say.“So…” Reese began, her eyes flicking between Chelsea and Liam, her voice brimming with excitement. “I have news.”Chelsea tilted her head. “Good news, I hope.”Reese’s grin widened, and she reached for Gerald’s hand. “Gerald proposed. I said yes.”The announcement hung in the air for a heartbeat before Chelsea shot up from her seat. “Oh my God, Reese!” She circled the table to hug her friend tightly, her voice warm and genuine. “I’m so happy for you!”Liam smiled, his deep voice carrying a rare note of softness. “Congratulations, you two. That’s great news.”Gerald

Chapter 99: An pleasant event Liam adjusted the cuffs of his crisp navy suit, the faint smell of cologne lingering in the air as he stepped out of the walk-in closet. Chelsea was already waiting in the living room, her graduation gown draped over her arm and her hair elegantly styled. Her smile widened when she saw him.“You’re going to make me look underdressed,” she teased.He smirked, offering his arm. “You’ve been the star of the class for two years, Chelsea. Trust me, no one’s looking at me.”They headed out together, the morning sunlight streaming through the tall glass windows of the penthouse as the city stretched wide below. The drive to the culinary school was quiet but comfortable,just the hum of the engine and the faint melody from the car’s stereo.By the time they arrived, the parking lot was already packed. Parents, friends, and students clustered in small groups, the air buzzing with excitement. Liam spotted Reese and Gerald standing by the entrance, waving them over.

Chapter 98: Her graduation day and a sad newsTwo months later, Chelsea sat in front of her vanity, carefully applying the final touches to her makeup. Her white graduation gown hung neatly on the back of the chair, its pristine fabric catching the light. Across the room, Reese lounged on the bed, scrolling lazily through her phone, occasionally glancing up to watch Chelsea’s progress.“You’re glowing,” Reese said with a smile. “Graduation suits you.”Chelsea chuckled softly, but there was a faint crease between her brows. “Thanks… but—” she paused, adjusting one of her earrings, “—I can’t help but wonder why Liam hasn’t arrived yet. He promised he’d be here early.”Reese looked up, frowning slightly. “It’s probably nothing. You know how he is—meetings, calls, some last-minute business thing.”Chelsea set down her brush, her voice quieter now. “No, this feels different. I can’t explain it, but something’s… off.”Reese pushed herself up from the bed and walked over, placing her hands o

Chapter 97: Her failed escape.Aria sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously tracing the hem of her blouse as she spoke quietly to her father, Charles. The room was a little bit darker than usual,shadows flickering across the walls from the bedside lamp. Charles stood near the door, arms crossed, listening intently.“You know what I did to Chelsea,” Aria said, her voice steady but with a hint of pride. “Valerie is paying the price for it right now, locked up at the police station. It’s all because of me.”Charles’s expression was grave. He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples before speaking. “You’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest, Aria. Liam isn’t the kind to let things go so easily. He’s bound to dig deeper, especially now that Valerie is behind bars.”Aria nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m leaving,for a while. I have to disappear before Liam figures out more.”Her father’s eyes searched hers. “You really think this will protect you? You’re not just running away.”She smiled thinly