Novels by Ann123

KANE’S POVSleep refused to come.I laid on the wide, empty bed in my chambers, staring up at the ceiling. The night was quiet. The only sound in the room was from the crackle of fire in the fire place. Yet inside me, there was no calm. I was restless. And so was my wolf.Her face haunted me. Brie.She was beautiful. I loved everything about her - the curve of her lips, the fire in her eyes, even the sharpness of her blade when she raised it against us earlier. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, not just in body but in spirit. She was strong.And she was mine. Ours.My wolf growled in agreement inside me, pacing, demanding, pulling. But the thought only made me clench my jaw harder. Fate was cruel. I never believed in it, never trusted it—and yet one glance at her, one breath of her scent, and I knew.She belonged to me. To us. A soft laugh broke my thoughts.“Kane,” a sultry voice whispered.I turned my head to see one of my mistresses slipping into the room. She wore

BRIE’S POVI stared at them in shock. My mouth was dry. My chest rose and fell too quickly.Mate.The word still echoed in my head. I couldn’t believe it. Was I dreaming?I blinked, once, twice, but the vision before me didn’t blur. Three men stood in front of me. they were tall, gorgeous and broad-shouldered. Each of them had a dominant aura that pressed down on my chest. Their presence was raw power—wild, magnetic, impossible to ignore.They looked nearly identical, yet not the same. They were definitely triplets.And they had just called me—me—their mate.My knees wobbled as I tried to stand. The strength I had borrowed from them only moments ago was already slipping away. My legs trembled, and I nearly crumpled again when one of them—the one with piercing green eyes—stepped forward quickly. His hand was half-raised to catch me.“No,” I rasped. I lifted my palm in warning before he could touch me. My pride, my dignity, wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t.”He froze. His hand hung in the air,

BRIE’S POVI walked into the forest. My boots crunched over the dry leaves as I wandered deeper. My cloak clung to my shoulders, but I didn’t feel warm. My body was tired, yet restless. My soul was burning.I’d walked for hours, maybe more. I wasn’t even sure where I was anymore.When I came out from the trees, the land changed. The air grew heavy. The earth itself seemed wounded. The ground was cracked, gray, and lifeless.The barren lands.I froze at the edge of the territory. Every warrior knew this place was dangerous. No pack claimed it. It was too cursed, too wild. Only beasts and outlaws stayed here.A small voice whispered in my head that I should turn back, but I straightened my spine.“I’ve faced worse,” I muttered under my breath.Even if I hadn’t trained in years, the steel in my veins was still mine. My body might not be at its peak, but the warrior in me hadn’t died. Alex hadn’t taken that.I walked forward. Then, I heard a loud growl. My breath caught in my throat as a

TYLER’S POVThe burn of whiskey sat warm in my throat, but it didn’t quite do the job. Not tonight.“Your turn,” the nobleman slurred. His words sloshed together like cheap wine. He was sweating now, blinking hard to stay focused as he lifted his tiny glass with trembling fingers.I leaned back in my chair, relaxed, loose, amused. My legs were sprawled lazily beneath the table. I had one boot hooked on the rung of his chair. The bottle of strong Obsidian Oak whiskey stood between us. It was nearly empty. He had taken three shots. I had taken seven.And yet, I was still breathing. Still smirking. Still deadly clear.“You sure you want to keep going, Lord Finner?” I asked, tipping my glass slightly in his direction. “You look like your liver’s waving the white flag.”“I… I-I can take it…” he hiccupped. “We’re playing till someone confesses.”I raised a brow. “Confesses what?”His face turned red. Not from the alcohol, though that didn’t help. No, this was fury, shame, heartbreak balled

Kai’s POVShe was standing in the middle of nothingness—just her, me, and the space between.The world around her shifted in shadow, but she was light. Her eyes glowed like stars. I didn’t know her name, but I knew her. My soul did. My wolf did.My feet moved before I realized. I stepped toward her.She stepped back.“Wait,” I said. She tilted her head, and I caught her smile—a sad one. The kind that knew pain far too well. The kind that said come and find me... if you dare.I moved faster.So did she.The distance between us shrank and stretched. My lungs burned. Not from effort but from need. A need I couldn’t name. My wolf growled low in my chest, clawing, howling, desperate. It wanted her. It needed her like a starving beast needs blood.She reached for me.I reached back.Our fingers grazed—And the dream shattered.My eyes flew open to sunlight coming in through the curtains. I was tangled in the sheets. I turned and saw that I wasn’t alone.Two women were beside me. One had her

ARIA’S POVFor a moment, I was numb.I blinked.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.The sight in front of me was heartbreaking.Mario—my Mario—was in bed with someone else.And not just anyone. Lira. One of the maidsThey didn’t hear the door open. Or maybe they did and didn’t care. Maybe they wanted me to see. I don't even know which would hurt more.It was the sound that broke me from my paralysis—their moans fading into silence. Lira gasped and pulled the sheets over herself. Mario’s eyes widened in shock.Shock.He had the nerve to look shocked.I stared at him. My throat burned as if I had swallowed acid. My chest felt like it had cracked open, like my heart had been torn out, and yet I stood there, not moving. Not crying. Just... staring.I whispered, “Why?”He sat up slowly, like he was trying to think of something to say, but then his expression changed into something harder, colder.“I won’t lie,” he said “It’s been going on for a while.”My breath caught.“I t

EMILY’S POVI can feel my heart pounding as Helen, Bridget, and I pull up to the private bridal studio. The building looks like something out of a dream, my dream. I’m so excited.I wonder what kind of dress I’ll end up picking. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Helen squeezes my hand gently. “You’re going to be stunning, Emily. I promise.”Bridget nudges me playfully. “Don’t listen to Helen; she’s just saying that so she doesn’t have to pay for the dress.”I laugh softly despite my nerves. “Thanks, Bridget. That makes me feel so much better.” But beneath the smiles and light teasing, my stomach twists with anxiety. Today is more than just trying on wedding dresses. It is a milestone—a step closer to the life I am supposed to have.Also, I can’t stop feeling like something is going to go wrong. Or maybe I’m just being paranoid. It’s probably just the anxiety talking.As we step inside, I gasp. The studio is spacious with creamy walls, and huge crystal chandeliers.My gran

Emily’s POVThe dinner slowly winds down. The violinist plays his last gentle notes and exits quietly, leaving just soft instrumental music flowing through hidden speakers.Carlos and I sit close. Our plates empty and our glasses are nearly drained. My hand rests over my belly, and I feel the smallest flutter.Carlos’s fingers brush my knuckles. He looks at me the way he always does when the world falls away around us—like I'm the only person he's ever seen.“Are you okay?” he asks softly. He looks at my belly for a second.I nod, smiling. “Just tired. The food, the baby, the atmosphere... it’s catching up with me.”His hand squeezes mine gently. “Come here.”He stands, helps me up slowly, carefully, like I’m the most fragile thing. Like I could break if he handled me too roughly. The way he touches me now—ever since the pregnancy started—is full of care and I love it.He leads me toward a discreet door on the far end of the rooftop, and I realize I hadn’t noticed it before. It opens

Emily’s POVLater that night, I make my way to the staircase, fully dressed. I hold onto the railing as I descend, careful and slow—not just because of the growing baby bump that makes me feel awkward in my own body, but because I’m nervous. I have no idea what Carlos has planned tonight.All I know is that he told me to wear something nice. So here I am in a long, flowing silk gown, ivory with soft gold shimmer that catches the light whenever I move. It glides around my ankles but I can’t help but feel like I’m waddling. Damn pregnancy hormones.When I reach the bottom of the stairs, my eyes immediately find him.Carlos stands by the doors, looking like a scene straight out of a romance movie. He’s dressed in a fitted black suit with a charcoal shirt and no tie. His hair is styled back neatly, but a lock falls a little over his forehead. He’s holding something small in his hand. It’s a velvet box—and he’s smiling at me like I just lit up his entire world.My heart flutters uncontroll

EMILY’S POVI think a walk will help.The walls are starting to close in, no matter how secure or amazing the mansion is. The velvet curtains, the high ceilings, the wedding decorations coming together—it’s all beautiful, sure. But it isn’t freedom. It isn’t air. It isn’t peace. I need to breathe.So I slip on a sweater, lace my boots, and push open the side door leading into the gardens. The air hits me instantly. I barely make it five steps down the stone path when I hear them.“Miss Emily,” a deep voice calls politely.I turn and find two security guards falling into step behind me. One is the usual—tall, dark-haired, and always overly formal. The other, I haven’t seen before.I slow my pace, letting them catch up. “Is something wrong?”“No, ma’am,” the new one says. “We’ve been instructed to accompany you during your walks. For your safety.”I nod slowly. Of course. Of course, they are. I know this. Carlos has made it clear from the beginning—after what happened, I can’t just roam

EMILY’S POVThe sitting room is filled with the sunlight coming through the windows. The scent of fresh roses and vanilla fills the air. Someone must’ve lit one of the new candles Helen brought. I try to focus on that, on the little things. The smell, the sunlight, the pretty swatches of fabric on the table. I need to focus on anything but the feeling of anxiety in my chest.I sit at the far end of the table, pretending to examine a catalog page that displays four-tiered wedding cakes with elaborate fondant flowers. My eyes scan the words, but nothing registers. I rest my hand on my belly. It’s rounder now, heavier with the life growing inside me. She kicks sometimes.Helen is in her element, standing at the head of the table with a pen behind her ear and her phone buzzing every few minutes. She snaps into action every time it does. “So, if we choose blush for the bridesmaids’ dresses, we’ll need to make sure it complements the venue’s lighting. Warm tones, remember. The sunset over t

ALEXANDER’S POVThe trucks roll through the estate gates just after sunrise. I sit on the passenger side of the second vehicle, dressed in a crisp, pressed uniform, a laminated ID badge clipped to my chest. “RiverStone Wedding Logistics – Clearance Level B.” The face on the card is mine. The name is not.No one looks twice.What better way to see my precious Emily than to disguise to be one of the wedding vendors? It took me a lot to find out the vendors she would be using. And when I did, I applied for a job.Obviously, I can’t show my face around her but it doesn’t matter. Seeing her or watching her from a distance is more than enough.I wear a face cap to hide my eyes and the hunger behind them. My hands rest calmly on my thighs, but inside me, I’m excited just to see her again.I’ve waited long enough.We pull to a stop in the back courtyard of the estate, where a small army of florists, caterers, decorators, and planners are already moving. But no one sees me. They won’t—not yet.