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 110: Unplanned EncountersThe sun was bright that afternoon as Liam and Chelsea stepped out of the car in front of one of the city’s most exclusive shopping plazas. The glass doors slid open, welcoming them into a world of luxury boutiques, soft jazz, and the scent of expensive perfume.Liam placed a gentle hand on Chelsea’s back. “We don’t have to rush,” he said. “Just pick whatever you want. You deserve it.”Chelsea smiled faintly. “You make it sound like I’m not used to shopping.”He chuckled. “Well, after tomorrow’s dinner, you might need a few new dresses. My stepmother doesn’t miss a single detail.”She rolled her eyes, teasing. “Oh, so you’re saying I should impress her?”“I’m saying,” he said with a grin, “I don’t want her thinking I’m dating someone who doesn’t know fashion.”Chelsea laughed softly, shaking her head as they entered a designer store. She walked between racks of glittering gowns and silk dresses, her fingers brushing over the fabrics. Liam trailed behin

Chapter 109: A vital arrival Marina and Adams returned home later that evening, the air between them thick with tension and disbelief. The ride from the company had been silent until now, but as soon as they stepped into the living room, Marina finally broke it.“Well,” she said, setting her purse on the glass table, “I must say, that was quite an unexpected reunion.” She turned to face her son, her voice calm but her eyes sharp. “Chelsea. Of all people. Dating Liam?”Adams threw his jacket onto the couch and let out a bitter laugh. “You think I don’t see what she’s doing, Mother? It’s obvious. She’s trying to make me jealous.” He poured himself a drink, downing it in one gulp before continuing. “She probably wants me to regret ever leaving her. But I don’t. Not one bit.”Marina raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, don’t fool yourself, Adams. You sounded more shaken than you’d like to admit when you saw her walk in today.” She walked toward the mirror, adjusting her earrings with

Chapter 108: Meeting again.Adams and Marina stepped out of their car and into the lobby. The tension between them was subtle but heavy, both silently aware of what the day represented — the official reading of the will’s implications and Liam’s introduction to the board of directors.Marina walked gracefully beside her son, her expression composed yet calculating. “This is a crucial day, Adams,” she said as they entered the elevator. “Liam might be young, but he’s not to be underestimated. Your grandfather’s death shifted a lot of influence toward him. We need to be cautious.”Adams nodded stiffly, adjusting his tie. “I know, Mother. But let’s not forget — I’ve been in this office far longer than he has. The board trusts me.”Marina gave him a long, thoughtful glance. “Trust is fickle, my dear. Especially when money and legacy are involved.”When they arrived at the boardroom, the directors were already seated. There was a low buzz of conversation until the chairman cleared his throa

Chapter 107: Living the dreamChelsea stood near the staircase, marveling at the grandeur of the home. The marble floors gleamed beneath her shoes, and every corner felt like something out of a dream. Liam emerged from his study, phone in hand, his expression unreadable.Chelsea turned, smiling softly. “You look like you’re thinking too hard.”He walked closer, slipping his phone into his pocket. “That was Adams. He just called me.”Her brows lifted. “Your brother?”Liam gave a small nod. “Yes. He wants to meet. I’ll go see him—it’s better to hear him out face-to-face. While I’m gone, you can walk around the house. Get familiar with it, explore. There’s plenty to see.” He paused, brushing a strand of hair from her face with surprising tenderness. “When I get back, I’ll take you somewhere you’ll love. Promise.”Chelsea hesitated. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”Liam smiled faintly, a rare softness in his gaze. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve handled Adams before.”She exhaled slowly but nod

Chapter 106: A new chapter The sun rose bright and clear the next morning as Chelsea stood by the window of their hotel room, gazing out at the city still half-asleep. Liam was already dressed in a navy suit, his usual calm demeanor radiating as he buttoned his cuffs.“Are you ready?” he asked, glancing at her reflection in the glass.Chelsea smiled softly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”They left for the airport in a sleek black car, Alvira following with a stack of documents and her ever-present tablet in hand. Chelsea had officially left the company in the capable hands of the Vice President, a woman who had worked under her for years and knew the kitchen inside and out. Still, part of Chelsea’s heart tugged back toward the newly launched business.“You’ll do great,” Liam assured her, reading her expression as if it were written on her face. He reached over and squeezed her hand.At the private terminal, the jet gleamed under the morning light, its silver body polished like a mirror.

Chapter 105: Lovers gameChelsea arrived at work that morning with Liam by her side. The drive had been filled with light teasing and soft laughter, but as they pulled up in front of the building, her nerves tingled with the excitement of stepping into her new role. This wasn’t just about her culinary skills anymore—it was her leadership, her name, her dream finally taking shape.Her new assistant, Alvira, was already waiting for her at the entrance. The young woman beamed, clipboard in hand, and said with a polite bow of her head, “Good morning, ma’am. The staff is gathered in the kitchen, waiting for you to join them. Shall we?”Chelsea nodded, a wide smile spreading across her face as she glanced at Liam, who gave her hand an encouraging squeeze. “Go on,” he murmured softly. “This is your moment.”With that, Alvira led her through the bustling corridors and into the kitchen, where the scent of fresh herbs, simmering stocks, and baking bread filled the air. The team greeted her warm