Novels by Natalia Chavez

Five years later...I woke up to the ringing of an alarm clock. Like always, it was Ondina's. She had a million of them set for every ten minutes. What for? I had no idea, but today, it wasn't just an annoyance. It was a painful reminder of the chaos that was about to erupt. Fire year old twins were a force of nature. The ringing of the alarm grew louder. I groaned, reaching for the snooze button, but a gentle hand stopped me. "Don't even think about it," Ondina murmured, her voice laced with a sleepy smile. "The monsters will be here any minute."I still couldn't believe I was married to a woman so beautiful. Her dark hair was a tangled mess against the silk pillow and her eyes were still heavy with sleep, but the warmth radiating from her was undeniable. She was, indeed, my everything, and now, carrying our third child, she possessed a radiant glow that made my heart ache with a love so strong it sometimes felt like a physical weight."Monsters?" I teased, pulling her closer. "I

RaphaelI was just finishing up paperwork she my office door opened and in walked Celeste. She swung her hips a little too hard and she smelled of expensive perfume."Raphy, darling," she purred, the word sounding like a hiss on her tongue. "So good of you to see me.""Celeste," I replied.I was already annoyed and just wanted together this over with. "I wasn't aware I had a choice. Your unannounced visit last night hardly left me one."She ignored the chairs and sat her ass on the edge of my desk. Her crimson lips curved into a practiced pout. "Oh, don't be like that, Raphy. I just wanted to see you. To catch up."My jaw tightened. "Catch up? By crashing into my home, heavily intoxicated, and physically assaulting my wife?"Her perfectly practiced pout faltered and was replaced by a flicker of annoyance. "Ondina was being dramatic. It was merely a little… disagreement with her.""A disagreement that involved you grabbing her hair and screaming about how she stole your life?" "He

RaphaelThis could not be happening. Not tonight. Not when Ondina was finally happy. She lunged herself forward, trying to wrap her arms around my waist but I stiff armed her in the forehead."Celeste," I whispered."How did you find our- that doesn't matter." Trying to keep my voice calm I stated."You need to leave.""Leave?" she shrieked, Loud enough for the entire house to hear her. "Leave? After everything? After you promised me forever? You were supposed to be mine, Raphy!"Ondina appeared behind me, her face a mask of confusion and then, registration."How the fuck did you get here?" Ondina positioned herself between me and Celeste."Ondina!" Celeste shrieked again, pointing a wobbly finger in her face. "You! How does it feel living MY life?! I was supposed to be Mrs. Lahsen! I was supposed to live in this house! I was supposed to-" before she could continue, Ondina pushed her in the chest."Back up or I'll call the police!" Before Celeste could launch into another tirade, An

Raphael"Are you sure we can pull this off, Raf?" she asked, her voice tight as she surveyed the mountain of unopened boxes in the living room."The movers have it all covered, my love. Don't stress. " I kissed her forehead."It's just, with it being the twins' birthday, and the family dinner... it's all happening so fast." I could understand why she would be overwhelmed.not only was the twins birthday, it was also moving day. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her beautiful curls. "Hey, breathe. We've got this, little flower. I'm here, aren't I? And besides, you're forgetting the cater we hired." She chuckled, some of the tension left her shoulders. "you're right. I'm over reacting. I need to calm down.""Exactly! Now, tell me, what's priority number one?""Getting Cam and Camie's play area set up. If they're happy, we're all happy." We exchanged smiles.She was right. Those two could bring the the sky down on us if they weren't happy, but they were the best kind of

MasonBreathing was becoming a task for me. Every breath hitched a ragged protest against the pain that I was feeling every day, but today... today was different. The air hung heavier. It was like I could feel my time running out. I knew. Today was the end, and Ondina words clung to my heart. "You're gonna die here, and no one will miss you." A sigh escaped my lips. I could tase the blood in my lungs. My vision was patchy and it burned to keep my eyes open. They had gotten used to the dark after months of being in it, but now, they were struggling against the glow of that one single bulb I hadn't know was there. Ondina forgot to turn it off and this was a new kind of torture.I was left here, visibly able to see just how far gone I was. In the dark, I couldn't see much detail of myself, but now, I could see everything. I was far from the man I used to be, and I had no one to blame but myself. Regret was a useless emotion now. A luxury I could no longer afford, but it was there and

OndinaHis face was gaunt, his eyes sunken and hollow. His hair was longer and his facial hair was unkept, like he hadn't shaves in months. His clothes were worn and filthy, clinging to his sickly frame. He looked like he hadn't eaten in months. He was looking up at her, his eyes wide with a flicker of... 'was it hope?'Ondina took a step back when the memories crashed down on her like a tidal wave of horror and pain.She could remember the fear, the sting of the restraints cutting into her skin, and the relentless torment. She could remember his cruel laughters as he had enjoyed her suffering and how he mocked her as she cried. The memory that paralyzed her the most was his haunting groans of Camilles name as he repeated it over and over again while he used her body for his own gratification. She remembered the agonizing pain of premature labor and the fear for her unborn children as the darkness swallowed her whole. She remembered every single detail.He had taken everything from he

Dom’s POV “Crimson moon… a redeemer rises… fallen guardian… an Omnipotent… blood of blood… emerald gaze,” I murmured, the words feeling like stones in my mouth as I mirrored Amos, pacing my office in thought.“This is too much to leave to chance. Too much to dismiss without trying to understand it further.” I couldn’t keep my mind in one place. “The exact timing was always considered irrelevant without the preceding events. But now…” He trailed off, the implication hung in the air. My gaze fell to the prophecy again before I looked back up at Benji’s worried face. There was only one source we would have to go to. The only one who might have a deeper understanding of all of this. “The witch,” I stated. “We’re gonna have to talk to her again. It’s the only way we’re gonna get answers.” Benji’s expression tightened. “Are you sure, your majesty? She’s a witch… do you trust she wouldn’t give you false information?” “Well, she hasn’t lied yet.” I conceded, heading towards t

Dom’s POV “Your majesty?” Benji peaked his head in my studies door. It’s been one thing after the other lately. “What is it?” I responded, not looking up. Benji slipped in quietly. He didn’t have to say anything. He could only be here for two things. “My king,” he began, his voice low. “Have you… have you had time to look over the prophecy?” I sighed, leaning back into my chair. “Benji, we have a thousand pressing matters. Rogues have been breaching the neutrality zones since the witches moved in, the recent lycan attack on the witches, of course the shadow syndicate and the up coming blood moon. I’ve been preoccupied.” I scratched my head. Benji didn’t flinch. He walked closer, pulling the prophecy up from the pile of paver and books that sat off to the side of my desk. “And that’s exactly why you need to look at it.” He opened it, searching before placing his finger over what he’s looking. My gaze drifted to the page he placed in front of me. He cleared

Dom’s POV A part of her wanted to listen to reason while the other just wanted to end him. Eventually, the roots retracted and she backed away from him,leaning further into me. He pulled in trembling breaths, as shallow as a creek. His entire body was trembling as blood continued to stream down his legs. I knew we only had a short window to get him to speak before he passed out again. The way his heart was beating and how laboring his breaths were, he was going into shock and we needed to move fast. “Now, if you don’t want her to start up again, tell us where they were going.” His eyes locked into hers. He was petrified and I would be to if I was on the receiving end of that. He nodded his head frantically and began talking. He told us they were supposed to be heading north. That they all made the decision to go rogue and to never come back. He also admitted to meeting with Alpha Bram. According to him, Bram offered them access to some great power if they joined him. And

Dom’s POV I could easily smell the fear on him but he did his best to keep it from showing on his face. "Like raping young women? Or just witches?" I began, my voice calm, but my alpha aura rippled sickeningly through his cell. I could see him immediately began to sweat as I circled him. "Refusing to speak, I hear." I continued. He swallowed hard. My patience was wearing thin. "You think you can protect them?" I snarled, allowing Amos to speak. "You think your silence will save them from my wrath?” Amos growled. He flinched Slightly, but still, nothing. Pulling Amos back, an idea came to me. “That’s fine. You won’t answer to me. But you will answer to your Luna.” That hit a nerve. Lunging forward, still shackled, he growled. “That bitch is not my Luna!” He snarled. Amos lunged forward and clawed his face. I didn’t expect him to do that, or maybe I did. But I didn’t hold him back. I knew he wouldn’t kill him. We needed him to speak. He howled out in pain as I

Dom’s POV Three days. Three unforgiving days since the attack on Salffera by my kind. And for three days, my kingdom had been a gossiping mess. Word got around fast and although it happened to a witch, many of the Lycan women were uncomfortable and felt unsafe. Between this so called prophecy, the shadow syndicate and this attack on Salffera , I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just out of hate. My gut told me that either someone or something played a part in this. This wasn't a random act of violence. Hate definitely had something to do with it but it had to be more to it. My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where a meticulously unfurled ancient scroll lay. Benji had finally found the prophecy the witches were talking about. He brought it in yesterday morning but I haven’t taken the time to look at it. I’ve be wrapped up in the attack and trying to calm my people. And then there was the Shadow Syndicate. If they were helping the wolves, it was a possibi

Willow’s POV I shed my clothes without a second thought and stepped into the rivers soft currents as the cool morning air raised goosebumps on my skin. The water embraced me, grounding my restless spirit. I closed my eyes, letting the cleansing energy flow through me, preparing to immerse myself fully and become one with the river when the snap of a twig, caught my attention. My eyes flew open, scanning the forest around me. With a flick of my wrist, the water around me obeyed. A swirling vortex erupted, gathering immense force before I flung it directly at the source of the sound. It wasn't just a splash. It was designed to knock a full-grown man off his feet. But the approaching figure was no ordinary man. He moved with an impossible swiftness, a blur of dark clothing sidestepping my watery assault with an effortless grace that took my breath away. A few stray droplets misted around him, but he was untouched. Before I could conjure a second and more powerful strike, he wa