Novels by 💦 Juicy Fantasies 🌶️

TiaraThe cold silence that greeted me as I stepped into the Moonshade Pack was haunting. Empty halls echoed with every step I took. A few betas walked past, their eyes lowered, their movements stiff, as if afraid to say a word. The place that once buzzed with strength now felt like a ghost town. My home… was a shell of what it used to be.I walked straight to my father’s chamber, but the door was locked, tightly shut like it hadn’t been opened in weeks. I stared at the handle for a long moment before placing my hand on it.“You trusted the wrong woman,” I muttered under my breath. “You let her into our lives… and she destroyed everything.”The metal groaned under the pressure as I forced the door open. The smell of old wood and faint dust filled my nose. I stepped inside, and the emptiness hit me like a punch to the chest. The room had been stripped bare, no trace of the man who once called himself Alpha of this pack. No framed pictures. No notes. Not even the scent of him lingered.

Tiara POVI let my hands rest gently on his back. At first, I barely touched him, unsure if I was allowed to hold him the way he was holding me. But when he didn’t pull away, I leaned into his embrace, letting my body relax against his.His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath my ear, grounding me. He didn’t say anything at first, just held me like he didn’t want to let go. And honestly, I didn’t want him to either.“I didn’t know you could be like this,” I whispered.He tilted his head slightly, his voice low near my temple. “Like what?”“Soft,” I admitted. “Like someone who’d care if I disappeared.”There was a long pause before he said, “You matter, Tiara. More than you think.”That stopped me cold.I stayed quiet, not sure how to answer that. A lump formed in my throat. My wolf stirred again inside me, humming in agreement.He sees us, she whispered. He really sees us.I pulled away just enough to look at him, and for a second, I didn’t recognize the man in front of me. Alpha Nichol

Tiara POVI gasped as I felt his warm breath tickle the shell of my ear. The words he whispered made my skin erupt in goosebumps.My lips parted, but the sound of his name tangled in my throat. “A-Alpha…” I stammered, unable to finish, too overwhelmed by the nearness of him.He didn’t say anything. Instead, with one arm still wrapped tightly around my waist, he guided me gently into the chamber. I could barely walk straight. My knees were threatening to give way with every step. His presence was suffocating in the most intoxicating way.When we reached the center of the room, he helped me sit on the couch, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. The moment he pulled away, I instantly felt the absence of his warmth. My hands trembled slightly on my lap as I stared at the floor, unable to lift my gaze.Why does it feel so cold now?I hated how much I missed his touch already.I liked it… far too much.The way he held me, the way he smelled, the way his voice dropped to that

Tiara POVI sat stiffly on the velvet couch, my hands clutched together in my lap, eyes locked on the marble floor of Alpha Nicholas’s chamber. The space felt too quiet, too clean, intimidatingly pristine. It was my first time stepping into his private quarters, and every corner of the room whispered of power and control.I could feel eyes on me. His pack members stood by the door, not hostile, but strangely kind. Far kinder than those from my own pack. A painful ache spread in my chest. How had it come to this? How had things gone so horribly wrong that even my own father could not bear to look at me anymore?The soft click of boots echoed down the hall.I raised my head slowly at the sound, only to see him enter.Alpha Nicholas.He stood tall, regal, his presence instantly consuming the room. His dark hair fell in soft waves around his sharp face, his eyes unreadable as always. But he was not alone. A woman followed behind him, a seamstress, I realized, when she strode toward me wit

Tiara POV“You know I didn’t do this!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate as the guards dragged me toward the altar. My feet scraped against the cold stone floor, but I refused to go quietly.I twisted my neck, panting, glaring at Luna Victoria who stood smugly with her arms crossed. “You know I have never hurt anyone! Why would I poison my own father?”She didn’t respond. Instead, a wicked chuckle slipped from her lips, mocking me. It was all the confirmation I needed. She wanted me dead.My wolf was pacing inside me, growling, clawing at my skin to be let out. But I was weak, and the guards' grips tightened each time I struggled.When my eyes landed on Phoebe, I shouted, “You’ve always despised me, haven’t you? This is what you wanted all along!”She flinched, turning away, unable to meet my gaze.The elder stepped forward, his tone formal and cold. “Do you, Tiara Dawson, confess to poisoning Alpha Darius in an attempt to seize the pack by force?”I laughed bitterly. “To hell

Tiara's POV An host encamped around me as I was being led out of the pack to the place that was to be beheaded. My feet slumped. The Realization of the reality before me, shook me vehemently from inside. My heart skipped countless beats. But I remained silent. Unfazed even in the face of death.Cold rippled my entire being and I clung my hand tightly to my skin maybe for comfort but my skin grew more goosebumps than I had expected.I kept wiggling my head to the back to see If Alpha Nicholas would show up —just as he has always done but I was disappointed a thousand times.My gaze kept meeting with the faces of my enemies and betrayals instead, their expressions etched in hate and disdain for me.I was about to be executed—for a crime I know nothing about. For the sins of another woman and her daughter. My execution was referred to as justice. An exchange for my father's life that I was accused of poisoning. According to them, my execution would bring back healing to my sick fathe

AnytaI attempted to smile. "No. Just tired."Grandma Jo waited for a very long time, her sharp eyes seeing so much farther than I wanted she had seen. She didn't pressure it, though. She reached out and grabbed Teddy, who had just entered, waking up his sleepy eyes from his nap. She pulled him onto her lap and kissed his forehead."Then rest, child," she said softly. "Don't carry everything on your own. You've done enough."I relaxed back, letting her words sink in, but the burden within me never went away.The room was filled with the smell of stew, and Teddy's gentle humming pierced the silence. For a brief period, it seemed safe and normal.And then the TV in the corner flickered to life. I hadn't even realized it had been turned on, quietly running in the background. A stark red title flashed across the screen.BREAKING NEWS: ASHBOURNE EMPIRE HEIRS ARRESTED IN SCANDAL.I gasped.Grandma Jo's head whipped towards the screen. Her fingers closed harder around Teddy. "What… what is t

AnytaThe house was quiet that morning. Teddy lay on the living room floor, playing with his toy car. I sat on the couch, watching him, my heart so full I was sure it would burst. Every little laugh he made, every sound, every little movement of his tiny hands—was a symphony to my ears.I still couldn't wrap my head around him being home. Safe. Breathing. Laughing again.There was a gentle knock on the door. I tensed for a moment, my chest pounding. I remembered Everett's visit, his fury, his threats. But this knock was slower this time, hesitant, as if from one who wasn't in a hurry.I rose up from where I was and made my way to the door. When I opened it, my breath stopped."Grandma Jo," I whispered.She was standing in the doorway, wrapped in her shawl, her soft eyes on my face. The morning light enhanced her small size, her frailness, but her voice was strong."Child," she breathed, "may I enter?""Certainly." I stepped aside quickly.She entered, and the moment her gaze fell upon

AnytaThe morning sunlight streamed through my window. Teddy was still asleep beside me, his little hand clenched in mine. I brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead softly. For a night, I had peace. For a night, I had my son safe.But the knock on the door shattered it.It wasn't soft. It wasn't welcoming. It was firm, hard, and demanding.I sat up fast, pushing Teddy beneath the blanket once again. My heart was racing in my chest. I could have sworn I knew who it was even before I opened the door.Everett. It had to be him.He was looming in the doorway, his jaw clenched, his eyes ice cold. He didn't even greet me. He just walked past me into the living room like he owned the place."Everett," I whispered, closing the door behind him.He turned around, his voice cold. "What have you done?"I blinked. "What are you talking about?""You know exactly what I am talking about," he shouted. "Siena. Leonard. Why are they in police custody? Why did you arrest them?"I folded my arms ac

AnytaThe evening was quiet when I exited the car. My hands were shaking, but I kept them hidden in the folds of my jacket. They had told me to come alone, and I had obeyed. I did not know what I would see inside, but I knew that one thing—my son was inside.I walked over the gravel, the sound of every step ringing in my ears. My heart pounded so violently I half expected Siena and Leonard to be able to hear it even before I even got to the door.Upon reaching the door, two guards were waiting. One of the guards silently opened the door, and I entered.The air was redolent with perfume and power. Siena sat on a velvet chair, cross-legged, like she ruled the world. Leonard was behind her, his hands clasped at the back, his eyes hard and cold.And there he was. My Teddy. My little boy was sitting on the couch, his hands in fists in his lap, his eyes big and scared.I ran towards him, but Leonard raised his hand. "Not so fast, Anyta," he said smoothly. "You know what you're here for. Fir

AnytaHe had been drinking. He had spent the day at work in meetings. His body tired out. He was not as strong as he seemed. Deep creases now lined his face since we had last lived together in a house. I watched him breathe. Each breath became slower. His eyelids began to droop. His hands dangled at his side. He let out a deep breath and sucked in the air, and his breath became slower still.It was not drugs. It was not lying with medicine. It was the weariness of a man who had followed his own heart and found only his own face. He slept in my arms, understandably and quietly. He slept soundly like a child after work all day.My chest hurt so badly I was unable to breathe. The shame pressed against my ribcage. I recalled Teddy and how he might be in some cold room somewhere. I recalled his hair and his laugh. I recalled that small hand that had pressed my cheek once. All these things made me into a small stone of purpose.I reached into the pocket of my coat and removed my phone. My h

AnytaThe words stabilized me more than I'd ever have thought. Clay had never used the word 'swear' on me before like that. It was like armor.I wiped my face with the back of my hand. The shame stayed, awkward and vile. But remembering Teddy—my boy—mollified the shame. He was out there somewhere, maybe in the clenched fists of men who had never heard his laughter. I saw him curled up sleeping, the harsh point of his chin as mine. I breathed and felt a new small resolve."Promise me one thing," I said. "If anything—if there's a possibility they can harm him because of what I do… you stop me. You make me think about something else. Don't let me go so far I can't turn back."Clay's face relaxed. He sat down again and took my hands in his. His palms were calloused from working, but they were gentle now."I promise," he said. "I'll tell you the truth to your face, even when it's hard. And we'll get through this together. You won't do this alone."We sat together for an extended period of