Novels by Natalia Chavez

Dom’s PovIt was something about this guy felt off. “How did you know I was looking for rogues? I didn’t summon you.” The strangers lips curve up into a smile that never reached his eyes. “Does that really matter? They’re yours now.” Growls sounded from the rogues, but they quickly became silent once I looked their way. I turned to Ana, gently urging her to take a seat on the throne while I got everything sorted. “What is your name?” I asked. The man’s lips curved again, as if I said something amusing. ‘Let’s just kill him now!’ Amos snarled with anger. ‘We can’t do that yet.’ “It’s unimportant to you, Lycan king. What matters is that I delivered your bounty.” “Are you expecting a reward?” I asked, slightly amused by his misplaced arrogance. He looked down at his watch as if I was boring him. What an asshole. “I don’t need anything from you. Do whatever you want with them. My part is done.” Before I could respond, he turned sharply and headed out the do

Anastasia’s POV I wanted to deny everything, but part of me knew she wasn’t lying. That the way that my magic simmered under my skin when I was angry, or the way even now, I could tell you exactly how every coven member was feeling. I couldn’t understand why the moon goddess would give me such a status. Could it be that she always knew I would use my magic to hurt all of those people? Was this some new way to punish me? Surely it couldn’t be a blessing. She said that my blood was the key.did that mean I had something to do with this prophecy? I could feel Dom tense beside me, it was like I could feel his anxiety getting the better of him. And that terrified me more than anything the seer had said. I grabbed hold of his hand, hinting that we leave. The dungeon doors slammed shut behind us, causing me to jump slightly. Dom walked ahead of me, silent. He was putting a wall up, I could tell. With every stride, I could feel that wall climbing higher. I hated that wall. “Dom

Anastasia’s POV The constant uneasy energy of the dungeons always seemed to take me by surprise every time I walked in here. Dom and I walked silently next to each other. My skin still hummed from his touch. I hated this place. It had a way of reminding me of what I been through. I was free now, and in love with a man that I knew would protect me with his life. But there was always something that reminded me. We walked further in until I we stopped in front of a cell. In the far corner sat a woman, a witchy. She looked as if her life was slowly withering away. I had never seen her before, yet something about the way her eyes found me, too sharp, too knowing, made it feel as though she had always been waiting. “She was asking for you.” Dom’s voice rumbled low, a warning threaded through every word. The words snagged in my chest. I looked up at him in confusion. Why would she be asking for me? “Ah,” the woman breathed, standing to her feet. “Mate of the Lycan King,” s

Anastasia’s POVA long silence hung between us as we looked into each other’s eyes. I could feel the comfort and understanding projecting off of him, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. Finally, he broke the silence. “So you don’t regret being mated to me?" His eyes held so much vulnerability, it nearly took my breath away. It was something about the way he looked at me that turned me on. It was so sexy how he had no problem being open with me. I sighed, running a hand through his hair, needing to touch him in some way. "I would be a fool if I did." I answered truthfully.He was a total catch. No one in their right mind would reject him. A genuine smile spread across his face before he lifted me into the air and pressed his lips against mine. My body radiated with longing and warmth. Being entangled with his energy healed any anxiety I came here with. I needed more of him and just as I expected, he obliged, carrying me over to his desk and ripping the fabrics that shielde

Anastasia’s POV “And when we do, they will suffer.” Benji added. There was a pause before someone broke the silence. “That’s not all we needed to discuss.” Dom stated as he walked over to me, leaning against the front of his desk across from me. I did my best to refrain from showing any emotions. I missed him, and having him this close to me only made me want to just up and hug him. But he was still mad at me. That was clear in his gaze. “The blood moon is approaching soon, and according to the witch we have in our dungeon, it’s the second stage of this prophecy.” He has a witch in his dungeon? And wait- “Prophecy?” I listened as they filled me in on what I was missing. The prophecy settled heavy in my stomach, only adding to the anxiety I was struggling to hide from him. Redeemer, guardian, omnipotent, it all felt so serious. When I was younger, I remember over hearing my mother speaking with High Priestess Sage about it, but I was so young, it didn’t stick that

Anastasia’s POV I finished with the moonpetal, carefully transferring the salve into a small jar and straightened my tunic. It was a simple forest-green linen, lined with golden floral patterns. Mrs. Hazel gifted it to me when she came to acknowledge me as high priestess. I swiftly pushed back a stray strand of my dark hair. My reflection in the polished surface of my wooden table showed a woman with tired eyes. I was gonna need to pull on my magic to get me through this meeting. I managed to find a way to suppress my feelings from him, letting him in every now and again so that he wouldn’t notice but it took a lot of energy to do so. I had to. It was the only way to keep him from asking me every five minutes if I was okay. The burden of feeling my covens emotions were weighing. I needed to appear healthy and strong, that way he wouldn’t try to read my mind again. The walk from my home to Dom’s study felt longer than usual. I was anxious and doing the best I could to keep

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