Novels by Muanya.C

Being a hybrid was seen as an obscenity against the moon goddess. Raven must contend with the harsh brutalities and discriminations of the world that despised her. After being rejected in the past, due to her identity, she had to endure the adversities in her life, and struggle to cater for herself, and also her older brother who was bedridden. An unexpected entanglement with Vaughan, an enigmatic Alpha with an aggressive wolf, made her already troubled existence more challenging. Having Raven close to him wasn't Alpha Vaughan’s objective, considering he had never desired a mate. But when he discovered she was a hybrid, whose identity was a mystery he had to unravel, as she wielded the power that could save his pack from an unstoppable force, he found himself unable to withhold his ideals. Nevertheless, her identity was just the bedrock of his problem, for he must go against a predestined fate to save their dwindling connection, or lose her forever.

“Why did you let him touch you? Valen demanded, his dark eyes boring into mine with intensity. “Tell me, Calithea,” “You're my husband's brother," I replied, trying to pull away, but he held me firmly, pulling me flush against his toned body. “So what? I was the first person to ever have you first” he countered, as his hands prowled dominantly over my waist. “Maybe repeating the action might jog your memory,” I willed my body not to yield to his radiating heat, but he pressed tightly into me. “Your body tells me otherwise.” “Your mate is waiting for you” I whispered, desperate to break the spell between us, as I felt the heat of his bulge against me. He pulled away, a challenge in his eyes, “Let’s see if you’ll let me go to her,” he said, his eyes on me. The sharp sound of his zipper caught my attention. “Can you really walk away from this?” His voice dropped to a low murmur. Oh god! With my eyes on him, I knew he was right. I surely wouldn’t let him go. Not now or any time soon. She was forbidden. He was tempted. Neither could resist. Calithea hates being under control; it was a nightmare she lived in all her life. But a reckless night with Valen, her supposed brother-in-law, changed everything. A taste of his dominance made her feel truly alive. And the irony? She finds herself craving and being tempted by the very control she has always resisted.

« Pourquoi l’as-tu laissé te toucher ? » demanda Valen d’un ton impérieux, ses yeux sombres plongés avec intensité dans les miens. « Dis-moi, Calithea. » « Tu es le frère de mon mari », répondis-je en essayant de me dégager, mais il me retenait fermement, me maintenant tout près de sa silhouette imposante. « Et alors ? J’ai été le premier à captiver ton cœur », rétorqua-t-il, tandis que ses mains se posaient avec autorité sur ma taille. « Peut-être que te rappeler ce que nous ressentons te rafraîchira la mémoire. » Je m'efforce de ne pas céder à la chaleur qu’il dégageait, mais sa proximité était abrumadora. « Tes yeux me disent le contraire. » « Ta compagne t’attend », murmurai-je, désespérée de briser le charme qui s’était installé entre nous, alors que je sentais l'intense électricité qui nous unissait. Il s’écarta un peu, le regard provocateur : « Voyons si tu as vraiment la force de me laisser aller la rejoindre », dit-il, les yeux rivés sur moi. La détermination frappante dans son regard attira mon attention. « Tu peux vraiment t’en aller comme ça ? » Sa voix se réduisit à un murmure. Mon Dieu ! Les yeux rivés sur lui, je savais qu’il avait raison. Je ne voulais certainement pas le laisser partir. Ni maintenant, ni de sitôt. C'était interdit. Il était tenté. Aucun des deux ne pouvait résister. Calithea a toujours détesté être soumise à l'autorité d'autrui. Pourtant, une nuit d’insouciance avec Valen, son prétendu beau-frère, a tout changé. Sentir sa force et sa protection l'a enfin fait se sentir vivante. Contre toute attente, elle se surprend à désirer cette puissante attraction à laquelle elle a toujours tenté de résister.

«¿Por qué dejaste que te tocara?», exigió Valen, sus oscuros ojos clavándose en los míos con intensidad. «Dímelo, Calithea». «Eres el hermano de mi esposo», respondí, intentando apartarme, pero él me sostuvo con firmeza, atrayéndome contra su cuerpo tonificado. «¿Y qué? Yo fui el primero en poseerte», replicó, mientras sus manos recorrían dominantemente mi cintura. «Quizá repetir la acción haga que lo recuerdes». Obligué a mi cuerpo a no ceder ante el calor que irradiaba, pero él se apretó contra mí. «Tu cuerpo me dice lo contrario». «Tu pareja te está esperando», susurré, desesperada por romper el hechizo entre nosotros, mientras sentía la presión de su virilidad contra mí. Él se apartó, con un desafío en la mirada. «Veamos si me dejarás ir con ella», dijo, con los ojos puestos en mí. El sonido agudo de su braguette llamó mi atención. «¿De verdad puedes alejarte de esto?», su voix descendió hasta convertirse en un murmullo grave. ¡Oh, Dios! Con mis ojos sobre él, supe que tenía razón. Sin duda, no lo dejaría ir. Ni ahora ni en un futuro cercano.

In a kingdom where loving him is treason…he kissed me like it was war.. “Why the hell do you care?!”. Iver’s voice trembled, more ache than anger. The Alpha king was the last man he expected to worry about him, especially as an exiled head warrior. Faiz’s control slipped, as he took a tentative step towards him. “What am I to you? Huh?!”. Iver’s voice rose up a notch. “You…you are…”. Faiz faltered, then snapped. “Fuck it!”. In a heartbeat, he was pinned to the wall, Faiz gripping his face with both hands, like a treasure he would kill to keep. Faiz crashed his lips to his. The kiss was desperate, addictive and utterly forbidden. Nothing existed except the heat between them, as time fractured. An exiled warrior. A ruthless Alpha king. A forbidden bond one can neither escape. Faiz rules with an iron hand, and a heart frozen by duty. But the moment Iver’s defiant eyes meet his, control shatters. Every brush of skin feels like surrender… Political unrest mounts within shadows as enemies circle closer. Yet the greatest danger was behind closed doors- when the Alpha king stops fighting his desires, and Iver stops pretending the bond doesn’t matter… But in Drathmoor loyalty is a weapon and love between two men is forbidden…