Novels by Dark Gold

JasonL'atmosphère était pesante, presque étouffante, alors que j'étais assis dans ma voiture, les yeux rivés sur la maison de Willow. Les rideaux flottaient légèrement, et à travers l'interstice, j'aperçus une silhouette qui s'affairait à l'intérieur. Elle faisait ses valises. Pour quoi donc ? J'eus un serrement à la poitrine. Ruby s'en allait elle aussi, et je n'avais toujours pas réglé les choses avec Willow. J'avais toujours été là pour elle, toujours présent. À travers chaque tempête, chaque chagrin, chaque doute. Et maintenant, elle m’échappait, et c’était comme si j’étais impuissant à l’en empêcher. Ce n’était pas ainsi que les choses devaient se passer. Ma main resta suspendue au-dessus de la poignée de porte pendant ce qui me sembla une éternité avant que je ne me résolve enfin à sortir de la voiture. Le crissement du gravier sous mes bottes reflétait le poids qui pesait sur ma poitrine. Je pris une profonde inspiration, ajustai ma veste et sonnai à la porte. La porte

JasonCela faisait des jours que j'essayais de joindre Willow. Chaque message, chaque appel… c'était comme si je n'existais plus à ses yeux. Depuis que je lui avais avoué mes sentiments et qu'elle m'avait rejeté, elle m'avait complètement exclu de sa vie. Ce silence me brûlait. Je ne pouvais m'empêcher de repasser notre dernière conversation en boucle, me demandant si j'avais dit quelque chose de mal ou s'il y avait quelque chose que j'aurais pu faire différemment. C'était la femme que j'avais attendue toute ma vie. Je m'étais assuré de tout faire pour elle. La frustration me rongeait jusqu'à ce que je n'en puisse plus. J'ai décidé de me rendre chez elle. Peut-être que si je la confrontais face à face, elle ne pourrait pas m'ignorer. Quand je suis arrivé, je n'étais pas préparé à ce que j'ai vu à travers la fenêtre de la salle à manger. Willow, Kingston, Ruby et un homme que je ne reconnaissais pas étaient tous assis autour de la table, riant et partageant ce qui semblait être un re

WillowÀ l’aube de la semaine suivante, les préparatifs visant à transférer l’équipe de projet au sein de la meute de Crescent Moon en étaient à leur phase finale. Tout avançait plus vite que je ne l’avais prévu. J’avais à peine le temps de reprendre mes marques après mon retour de la meute que je me retrouvais déjà sur le point d’y retourner. Mais cette fois-ci, je n’allais pas y rester. J’avais un projet à gérer, et j’avais l’esprit concentré sur les tâches qui m’attendaient, pas sur les triplés ni sur les sentiments complexes qu’ils suscitaient en moi. Je n’avais qu’une seule chose à faire : mener mes recherches et éviter tout le reste. Ruby se préparait elle aussi à partir. Elle m’avait été d’un grand soutien, surtout après tout ce qui s’était passé avec les triplés. Mais maintenant, c’était son tour. Elle avait organisé une rencontre entre son compagnon et moi avant leur départ. Elle avait insisté, et malgré tous mes efforts pour éviter le sujet, elle n’avait pas lâché prise. «

WillowLe poids de mon retour en ville s'est abattu sur moi comme un épais brouillard. C'était étrange de voir à quelle vitesse la vie avait repris son rythme habituel. Je suis retournée à mon bureau, aux projets, aux e-mails sans fin, aux appels téléphoniques et au va-et-vient incessant des dossiers. C'était presque comme si je n'étais jamais partie, comme si ce voyage chez la meute de Crescent Moon n'avait été qu'un lointain rêve. Mais au fond de moi, je savais que ce n'était pas le cas. Les triplés, l’intensité, le lien, ces sentiments étaient bien réels. Mais à présent, ils me pesaient comme un fardeau que je n’étais pas prête à porter. Je me suis donc plongée dans le travail.Jason était également revenu en ville. Je ne l’avais pas vu, je n’avais pas eu de ses nouvelles, et cela m’était égal. C’est Ruby qui m’avait parlé de son arrivée, mais je n’avais rien dit. Il était passé de quelqu’un que j’avais autrefois considéré comme un ami à quelqu’un dont je redoutais la présence. La

AsherLe silence dans la voiture était assourdissant alors que nous rentrions de l’hôtel, le poids du départ de Willow pesant lourdement sur l’atmosphère. Je ne savais pas si c’était la fatigue de la nuit précédente ou l’inquiétude lancinante qui me serrait la poitrine, mais quelque chose n’allait pas. Ça n’était pas censé se passer comme ça. Willow avait quitté la meute de la Lune Croissante, nous avait quittés, comme ça, sans crier gare. Et nous étions impuissants à l’en empêcher.Je ne pouvais me défaire du sentiment que nous avions perdu quelque chose de précieux. Un lien qui venait tout juste de se tisser entre nous, quelque chose qui aurait pu être bien plus, et elle s’était échappée avant même qu’il ait eu le temps de s’enraciner. Peu m’importait ce que nous avions pu faire de mal, tout ce que je savais, c’est que ça allait être un véritable combat de devoir nous réadapter à la vie que nous avions connue toute notre vie à cause d’un événement qui s’était produit il y a deux jou

WillowLa lumière du petit matin filtrait à travers les vitres de la voiture, baignant tout d’une douce lueur. Je m’étais calée contre le siège en cuir moelleux, les yeux rivés sur la route tandis que les hommes me ramenaient à mon hôtel. Ils n’avaient pas beaucoup parlé depuis que nous avions laissé derrière nous cette soirée au clair de lune, mais je voyais bien qu’ils étaient satisfaits.Cette nuit-là, ce bref moment de joie et de chaleur, avait été… quelque chose à quoi je ne m’attendais pas. Être avec eux en tant que mes compagnons me semblait naturel. Je me sentais chez moi, comme si j’avais retrouvé une partie de moi-même qui me manquait, une partie dont je n’avais jamais réalisé qu’elle m’avait manqué. Je me sentais liée à eux d’une manière qui dépassait tout ce que j’avais connu auparavant. C’était comme si un lien s’était forgé dans les feux de l’intimité, un lien qui s’enfonçait profondément dans mon âme. Mais alors même que mon cœur battait la chamade de bonheur, j’avais

Willow’s POVIt’s been three years.Three years since the war. Three years since everything changed, and yet, in so many ways, everything feels the same. The palace is quieter now, though it’s never quite still. Life has moved on, unfolding, healing, and growing. The scars remain, but they’re faded, tucked away beneath the surface, just enough to remind us of what we’ve lost, but not so much that we can’t continue on. The pack has grown. It has become something new, something more, something better, despite everything. The bonds between us are unbreakable, forged in blood and fire, and we’ve rebuilt what we once thought was lost forever. Ruby’s presence in our lives has been a blessing in more ways than one. She’s become family in every sense of the word, not just my closest friend but a sister, someone I never knew I needed until she came into my life. And, of course, the triplets. My mates, my husbands.Aiden, Asher, and Axel. My heart still swells when I look at them, not just be

Willow’s POVThe cold, numbing silence enveloped me as I opened my eyes. I didn’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. The last thing I remembered was the sharp pain from the knife, Alpha Thane’s knife. It had been a slow, agonizing descent into darkness, and now I was here, wherever here was.I was in a place that felt… unreal, ethereal even. The air was thick, heavy with an otherworldly presence, and a silver glow bathed everything. The landscape stretched out before me, a vast expanse that seemed to pulse with life, as though the very earth beneath me was alive. The ground was soft, almost liquid, but solid at the same time, and above me, a sky that wasn’t quite like any sky I had seen before—a sky of endless moons, their pale light shimmering like ghosts.And then, I saw her.My heart skipped a beat, a wave of dread and sorrow washing over me as I locked eyes with my mother. She stood there, her back straight, her expression unreadable. The sight of her should have

Alpha Thane’s POVThe cold stone walls of the palace felt more suffocating than ever as I stood in the center of the room, panting, my chest heaving with exhaustion. The world around me seemed to blur, my senses dulled by the toll of the battle and the relentless power I had been channeling. I had tried everything, spells, dark magic, fire, anything I could use to subdue her. But none of it had worked. Willow was too strong now. Stronger than I had ever anticipated. And with every passing moment, I felt my grip on this palace, on my empire, slipping away.I had become too reliant on my power. The souls I had taken, the spells I had cast, nothing seemed to matter anymore. She was the one I had underestimated. She had grown and changed in ways that even I couldn’t fathom, and now, I was standing here, helpless. The Moon Goddess had chosen her, and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t stop it.She was coming for me. And she would not stop until she had destroyed me.I glanced around, panic

Willow’s POVThe scent of smoke and burning flesh clung to the air, mingling with the sound of clashing swords and furious roars. The battle was in full swing, a violent symphony of growls screams, and the crackle of magic. I could hear the howl of the Lycans, the battle cries of Ruby’s warriors, and the sharp clang of steel against steel. My heart hammered in my chest, adrenaline pumping through my veins, but my focus was absolute. This was us, fighting side by side to defend the world that we knew. The world that we had.The palace, once a symbol of power and dominance, had become a battlefield, a crumbling monument to everything my father had built. It was the final confrontation, the culmination of everything I’d been through. I was here, surrounded by those who fought for me, Lycans, Moon Descendants, and Ruby’s warriors. They fought beside me, united in our shared purpose: the fall of Alpha Thane.But this was not just their fight. This was mine, I needed to give those who had b

Axel’s POVI sat in the cold, dark cell, my eyes staring at the rusted bars. The sound of dripping water echoed from somewhere far in the distance. It has become a constant in the background of my life now. A sound I could never escape as if time itself was slowly draining away. Asher and Aiden were sitting on the other side of the room, their backs against the stone wall, their faces unreadable. But I knew the truth, I could feel it. Their hope had been drained, just like mine. We’d been broken and shattered, and it seemed like there was nothing left to hold onto. Everything had fallen apart. “Axel, we’ve tried everything,” Asher’s voice was hollow like he was speaking from the depths of a grave. He had given up. “We can’t keep fighting. We can’t keep pretending like we have a chance.” I clenched my fists, my teeth gritting together. It was the same speech every day, every night. We couldn’t fight back anymore, couldn’t do anything but sit here and wait for our death. But I refuse

Willow’s POVIt was a small, simple thing, a phone lying on the stone floor of the room... I hadn’t expected to find it, but there it was, tucked behind a pile of sheets, like some forgotten relic. My fingers trembled as I picked it up, feeling the weight of it, the symbol of the connection to the outside world. A lifeline. The voice of a friend, a reminder that not everything in my life had been consumed by darkness. I didn’t hesitate. With trembling hands, I unlocked it, hoping for some miracle, some ounce of luck. I had been so alone in this journey, carrying Daniel and Ella, preparing for war, and trying to keep us all alive. I needed to hear a familiar voice. I needed someone who could remind me of who I was. And there, on the other side, was Ruby. Her voice crackled through the receiver, but I could hear the relief in it. “Willow? Is that really you?” Ruby’s voice, full of emotion, broke through my heart. I could hear her relief mixed with something else, concern. “Where h

Marco ManciniI walked into my penthouse, feeling like a king. The door clicked shut behind me, blocking out the noise of the city. I loosened my tie and let out a long, satisfied breath. Viviana Marino was exactly what I needed. She was beautiful, incredibly rich, and, best of all, interested in me. I could see it in her eyes across the restaurant table. "Where have you been?"The angry voice cut through the quiet luxury of the penthouse. I stopped taking off my jacket and looked toward the living room.Alesia was sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a short robe and holding a half-empty glass of wine. Her makeup was slightly smeared, and her eyes were glaring at me with pure venom."I was at a business dinner, Alesia," I said walking over to the bar to pour myself a drink. "I told you this morning.""A business dinner that lasted until midnight?" she snapped, standing up. She walked over to me, her bare feet slapping against the floor. "I called you six times, Marco! Six times! You

Chiara MorettiI opened my eyes. The morning sun was bright, shining through the large glass windows of my bedroom. My thoughts went straight back to the underground bunker. I stared at the white ceiling, I waited for the panic to hit me about everything that happened the previous night, I waited for the tears to come, or for my stomach to turn sick like it used to do but nothing happened. My heart was beating at a slow, normal pace. My breathing was completely calm.I pressed my hand against my chest. What is wrong with me? I wondered in the silence. A normal woman would be deeply traumatized, would run as far away as possible from a man who could break fingers without even blinking. I realized just how broken I truly was.Marco did not just burn my skin two years ago. He burned away the soft, gentle parts of my soul. He killed the innocent Chiara who used to cry over little things and believe in true love.I rolled over and reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up,

Chiara MorettiAlessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."He pointed a finger toward the large glass windows, gesturing to the city outside. "I created a perfectly safe space for you," he continued, "Viviana Marino is a shield. She is a wealthy, untouchable CEO. You can stay in that beautiful corner office. You can focus on running the company, managing the legitimate numbers, and letting me handle Marco and his mafia friends in the shadows. You do not have to touch the dirt."I shook my head immediately. "No."Alessandro's eyes narrowed. "No?""That is not the life I want," I told him, "For two years, I hid in a hospital be

Chiara Moretti Alesia stood in the middle of my office, her chest heaving as she glared at me. Her face was red with anger, and her hands were curled into tight fists at her sides. I looked at her calmly, my hands folded neatly on my desk. "Can I help you?" I asked again, my voice perfectly smooth. That calm tone only made her angrier. Alesia stepped closer to my desk, leaning over it like a wild animal ready to attack. "Don't play dumb with me, Viviana," she spat, her voice shaking with rage. "I know exactly who you are and what you are trying to do. You think you are so smart, coming into town with your money and your fancy dresses. But I know women like you. You are just a slut using a fake business deal as a cover-up to steal my man!" I didn't blink or move. I just watched her unravel. "You think fifty million euros gives you a free pass?" Alesia screamed, her voice echoing off the glass walls of my office. "If you were really such a great businesswoman, your name would be eve

Chiara Moretti The drive back to the estate felt much longer than the drive to the restaurant. I sat in the backseat, staring out at the passing streetlights. My heart was still beating fast, a mixture of adrenaline and pure exhaustion. I had sat across from the man who ruined my life, and I had played him perfectly. When the car finally pulled up to Alessandro's grand mansion, the front doors were already being opened by the guards. I stepped inside the massive foyer, taking a deep breath of the familiar, clean scent of the house. It felt safe here. I walked toward the main living room, expecting the house to be empty and asleep, but a warm light was glowing from the study. I walked to the open doorway and stopped. Alessandro was sitting in his large armchair. He had a glass of liquor in one hand and a book in the other. The fire was slowly burning in the fireplace, he looked up the moment my heels clicked against the floor. "You are back," he said, his voice deep and calm. He cl

Chiara Moretti The restaurant Alessandro chose for dinner was called L'Aura. It was the most expensive and private dining spot in the entire city. It was the kind of place where billionaires made deals behind velvet curtains and doors. I sat in the back of the car, looking out the window as the driver pulled up to the entrance. My heart beat a little faster. I looked down at my hands. They were trembling just a little bit. I took a deep breath to steady myself, pulling the cold, calculated persona of Viviana Marino around me. I was wearing a dark emerald green dress. It was silk, elegant, and it screamed quiet wealth. Alessandro had chosen it for me. He told me green was the color of money and envy, and tonight, I was going to make Marco feel both. The driver opened the door, and I stepped out into the cool night air. I held my head high and walked inside. The hostess smiled at me immediately. "Good evening. Do you have a reservation?" she asked politely. "I am meeting someone," I

Prince Keith’s POV The jarring screech of my wheelchair's wheels against the polished marble floor echoed in the suffocating silence of the corridor. I knew I had messed up terribly. Heather's face, etched with a pain I had inflicted, burned behind my eyelids. Her quiet anger, far more potent than any shouted word weighs in my chest. She never raised her voice, not at me, not ever and I, the supposed Prince, the man who claimed to care for her, had unleashed my frustration and misdirected rage at her.Just overwhelmed was my pathetic excuse. Overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the palace Nyles's sudden return. I should have known this was how she would act. Nyles always had a way of asserting her claim, of disrupting any semblance of peace, and Heather, my gentle, steady Heather, was caught in the crossfire.My chair whirred, carrying me away from the guilt-ridden silence of her room and back towards my own chambers. I didn't need to look behind me to know Nyles was there, her footste

Heather The floorboards of my room creaked beneath my bare feet as I paced from left to right, right to left. Each step was supposed to be a stride towards clarity, but instead, it only churned the murky waters of my mind, making them murkier still. My breath hitched in my chest with a tight knot of dread. How had I been so utterly, irrevocably stupid?Nyles? The name itself was a bitter taste on my tongue. For a while now she has been gone and I had totally forgotten her, I'd almost forgotten she existed, almost convinced myself she was nothing more than a memory and in that blissful, ignorant void, I had given myself to Keith. Completely without reservation.My heart ached with a sudden pang, thinking about Keith's kindness, his unwavering attentiveness, his gentle touch. Every single moment replayed in my mind, each tender gesture now tainted with a sickening suspicion. Was it all an act? A facade, constructed solely because Nyles was absent? Had he merely been filling a void, bid

Prince Keith "I'm sorry to interrupt, your highness, "but... Nyles is back. She asked me to let you know about it." The moment those words left the guards ' mouths my breath hitched, and a soft gasp got caught in my throat. Nyles!I had almost forgotten that someone like that existed, I was so lost in Heather, lost in my feelings, and everything about her that I had forgotten I had another woman to deal with, I was rooted to the ground, unable to move. "Keith?" Heather's voice came softly. I let out a deep, shuddering breath and glanced at her."Heather," I managed, my voice rougher than I intended."I... I think I will return to my chambers," Heather said, her voice barely a whisper, before I could even form a coherent protest, before I could beg her to stay she turned and walked away. I watched her back lump forming on my throat. Every instinct screamed at me to reach for her, to pull her back, but my hands remained gripping the armrests of my wheelchair and then I saw Nyles was

HeatherThe morning air was crisp and cool against my skin, quite different from the warmth that bloomed in my chest. I practically vibrated with anticipation. Sleeping had been a restless affair, and my mind replayed our late-night conversations, the way Keith's eyes had softened, and the walk he had talked about in the letter. I was up before the first hint of rose touched the sky, dressing in my favorite forest-green gown, practical enough for a stroll but still elegant. My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the last button.Taking a deep breath, I slipped out of my room and made my way to Keith's door. I tapped lightly, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the still-sleeping palace. A moment later, the door opened, and Keith's face appeared. He offered a small, genuine smile as he rolled his wheelchair out."Good morning, Heather," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "Ready for our adventure?""As I will ever be," I replied, my own smile wi

Prince Keith The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Heather. Her face, softened by sleep, was turned towards me, her dark hair scattered against the pillow. Sunlight, filtered through the curtains, cast a warm glow on her skin, making her look like a painting. My heart swelled with happiness and contentment.I couldn’t fathom how I had lived before her, gently, so as not to disturb her peaceful sleep, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her hair, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her. She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but remained asleep. I pulled back walking towards the window, pulling back the curtain to let more light stream into my chamber. Thirty minutes later, I heard a gentle knock that was enough to stir Heather. I quickly sat down in my wheelchair and turned it towards the door, I opened the door and it was one of the maids who came in with my breakfast. “Good morning, Your Highness,” she greeted.“Morning,” I replied, my gaze briefly flick

HeatherAfter we were done eating, the weather was getting too chill and we decided to return to our chambers. Keith sat down in his wheelchair and I helped him back to his chamber, I stopped in front of his door and he turned his wheelchair to look at me, "Goodnight," he mumbled and I smiled "Can I join you?" I asked before I could stop myself, Prince Keith's eyes went wider as he didn't expect such a question from me."Are you sure?" He asked and I shrugged "I...I can just go back to my room, you don't have to feel pressured," I said quickly, feeling embarrassed for what I said. "I want you to come with me Heather, I only wanted to be sure you are okay with it," he replied and my smile widened. He went closer to his door and turn the knob, the door clicked open and we both stepped inside. I closed the door behind us and as soon as the door was closed, Keith stood up from his wheelchair. He looked at me, a soft, questioning expression on his face. "You... locked the door?"My ha