Novels by Nana Aisha

TRICIAFor a few seconds, none of it felt real. I was still in awe of the presence of my mothers spirit…But I knew enough when Blake told me himself…There were thirty rogues at the pack's borders and Tristan was behind them.From that moment on..I saw a different version of Blake I had never seen.A spine chilling and scarier one…He didn’t snap out or run as he would on first knowledge of a coming war... He just stood in the garden..taking it all in. Then he spoke. His voice was low, but it carried a certain edge that chilled me to the bones—“Pull every available wolf to the north perimeter. Now.”Then he turned to me and gave one order. "Vault. Close it."I looked at the open chamber behind me and at the white wolf standing in the center, its gold eyes still fixed on me.This was really my mother's consciousness.. I knew it wouldn’t be like her being here in the flesh, but still..it provided a little bit of comfort.Slowly, I walked forward and mouthed the words. "I will come

BLAKE The garden fell absolutely silent. The tension felt almost physical, pressing against every person gathered. Tricia was standing completely still, her hand still raised where she had pulled it back from the wolf. Then she turned to me… What? I froze the moment I saw her face— Her face… it was doing something I had no name for. I had seen fear..I had seen anger, seen defiance and despair and exhaustion. But I had never seen this specific combination of hope and terror on one person before. She looked like a child who had been told her dead parent was waiting for her just around the corner. The look in her eyes…it said it all. She desperately wanted to believe it was her mother…goddess knows she wanted to. But she was just as terrified if she let herself believe a lie… I stood up from the involuntary knee, which I was going to think about later. The First Wolf's presence had forced me down, and I was not happy about it, not one bit. But… that was a problem for fu

TRICIA The moment Blake realized something was inside the Vault, he ran. He gave no orders, he didn’t wait for back ups. Just instinct. I looked around once. "Fuck it." Then I ran after him. …I guess it has been established well enough that staying put has never really been my strength. When we reached the east garden, well, it was pure chaos. I saw wolves circling the eastern wall and some howling…others bared their teeth and several were shifting back and forth as panic overtook them. What the hell? The gold symbols were blazing so bright that I had to cover my eyes. The light was so intense it burned behind my eyelids. The stone was vibrating under my feet. I could feel it through the soles of my shoes. It sounded as though something beneath the earth was trying to wake and it wasn’t happy. Either, I didn’t want to find out. Blake reached the wall before I did, then he positioned himself between the glowing stone and his pack. He raised his hand, and in one moment…al

Chapter Eighteen BLAKE "No. That's impossible." The words left my mouth on instinct. I held onto it for about forty-five seconds before my Alpha brain took over and reminded me that feelings were not evidence.. Rector had fought beside me for fifteen years. He'd bled for me, killed for me, become the brother I'd never had. But instinct wasn't evidence. And impossible wasn't the same as innocent. Tricia stood in front of my desk, keeping her expression fairly serious… She had just told me what Charlotte said, that Rector was the mole feeding Tristan info… Hearing the words leave her mouth almost felt like poison to my ears. I kept my expression neutral, then I thanked her with a short nod. “You can go.” I said, walking back to my chair. When I sat…she was still there. She didn’t even move an inch. “Did I stutter…I said you can go back up.” My tone was colder this time. She did not go back upstairs. Instead, she stood exactly where she was, then crossed her arms and

TRICIA And the final decision…it was me going to the dungeons to see Charlotte. You didn’t expect that, right? Me..the girl who Charlotte stole her mate, ruined her life..going to see her. Well, to be fair I wasn’t going because I wanted to. Blake was busy locking down the estate with Xavier, his orders echoing through the halls. Gerald had been confined to a heavily guarded guest room—a punishment he complained was beneath him. Rector was leading the search for Tristan. That left me. I took the stairs down, the air growing colder… Soon, I arrived in front of the dungeon. The dungeon occupied the oldest wing of the estate. Despite centuries of use, the stone walls remained solid and unyielding. There were torchlights hung out by either side of the pathway…there was a certain damp smell in the air. Slowly. I pushed the door open, taking one of the torches with me to illuminate the cell. And there she was… Charlotte sat on the narrow bench like someone who had been dragge

BLAKE The moment I saw him..my body tensed up. Gerald was leaning against the wall with a smug smile on his face… My first instinct was to shift in one go and let the wolf take over, to tear my father off that wall with my bare fangs and watch him bleed. Even after all these years in exile, the rage I had towards him hadn’t dimmed… My second instinct, the one that won, was to not give Gerald the satisfaction of seeing me lose control. I saw it in his eyes. He wanted proof I was still the angry, broken boy he'd left behind. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Gerald dropped down from the wall with the grace of a man twenty years younger than he should be. His movements were fluid and smooth as he walked towards us… Then I watched his eyes turn to Tricia for a few seconds… I didn’t know why but my protective instincts kicked as I stepped forward without much thought…putting myself between them. Gerald lips then formed into that infuriating smug smile of his… "The bond is

Timothy's POV My phone rang at 2 AM.I was not fully asleep so the phone's vibration on the nightstand pulled me the rest of the way up before the second ring.It was an unknown number.Without thinking, I answered.The voice that came through was distorted. Digitally processed into something flat and genderless, the voice of someone who understood that anonymity was its own kind of power."Mr. Chase," it said. "We thought it was time to speak directly."I immediately sat up. But I did not turn on the light."I've been expecting this," I replied."We know." There was a pause that was too comfortable to be accidental. "That is one of the things we appreciate about you. You are rarely surprised. It makes conversations like this more efficient.""Then be efficient.""The three children," the voice started. "Kasey, Kylie, and Kai. We want them delivered to our research facility within thirty days. All three. Together. The arrangement will be comfortable, Mr. Chase. They will be treated a

Timothy's POV The encrypted message arrived at 3 AM on a Tuesday.I was already awake. I had been awake for most of the night, sitting at the desk in the hospital's private office that the administration had made available to me, working through security reports that Carson had sent over at midnight with a note that just said: Read these before morning.And I had read them.Then I had sat with them for two hours and thought about what they meant and what they required and what the appropriate response was to a situation that was escalating in ways I had hoped, until recently, I had successfully prevented.The encrypted channel was one I had closed four years ago. Or believed I had closed. The message that came through it was short and exact in the way that messages from people who did not need to explain themselves tended to be.“The children. All three. Final request before we proceed.”I read it once before I closed the channel, picked up my phone, and called Carson.He answered on

Teresa's POV The first thing Kai asked for when he was fully awake was water.The second thing he asked for was me.Mei had told me once, in the early months when I had first left him in the village and driven back to Dhuran with my chest hollowed out, that he always asked for me first thing in the morning before he was fully awake. Before his eyes opened, before the day had fully arrived. Her name for it was his checking call. He still did it two weeks after surgery.Every morning his eyes would open and find the chair beside his bed where I had slept, and he would look at me for a moment with that quiet, checking attention, and then something in his small body would settle and he would be ready for the day.And I was not going anywhere.I had slept in that chair for fourteen nights. My back had opinions about this that I was choosing to ignore. The nursing staff had twice offered me the family rest room down the corridor and twice I had thanked them and stayed where I was.Kai's r

Kylie's POV I had known before she said it.I had known the moment I walked through the door and saw his face against the white pillow, pale and still and surrounded by machines. I had known the way I knew things sometimes before I had the words for them.But hearing Teresa say it out loud was different from knowing it silently.It made it real in a way that settled into my chest and stayed there.Kasey was already moving towards the bed slowly. The way he moved when he was going to something he wanted to examine without disturbing. He stopped at the side rail and looked at the boy in the bed for a long moment without speaking.I moved to stand beside him.Up close, the similarities were not… small. They were not the kind of thing you could dismiss as coincidence or explain away as people just looking alike. They were specific and detailed and undeniable in the way that facts were undeniable when you looked at them directly.His nose. The exact curve of it at the tip.The line of his

Teresa's POV The surgery started at six in the morning.By six fifteen I had already walked the length of the waiting room four times and memorized every detail of it without meaning to. The arrangement of the chairs. The pattern on the floor. The quality of the light coming through the window at the far end.Timothy was already there when I arrived. Standing near the window with his hands in his pockets and his back partially turned, the way he stood when he was thinking something through and didn't want his face read while he did it.He heard me come in. I knew because his shoulders shifted slightly. But he didn't turn around immediately.We had not spoken since the transfer, so there was nothing comfortable about sharing this room with him. But Kai was in surgery.And that made everything else secondary in a way that required no discussion.I sat down, while Timothy remained at the window, and we waited.An hour passed. Then two. Then three.Somewhere during the fourth hour Timot

Timothy's POV "We are taking him to Dhuran," I said. "Today."Teresa looked up at me from across the bed. Her eyes were still red at the edges from the yard. But her hands were steady and her voice, when she spoke, was the controlled voice of a woman who had learned to function through things that should have stopped her completely."He doesn't travel well," she whispered. "His heart rate destabilizes with stress and unfamiliar environments trigger…""I have a medical transport vehicle. Equipped. Dr. Green can ride with him. You can ride with him." I held her gaze. "He will be monitored every minute of the journey. I will make sure of it."She looked at me for a moment before she nodded once and turned back to Kai.I stepped out and called Carson.Within twenty minutes the calls were made. The pediatric cardiac center in Dhuran had been notified. The department head, a man who understood that a call from my office meant everything stopped and reorganized immediately, had already begu