Novels by Engelseele

ELARA"Mara, please you can't tell anyone about this." I pleaded with shaky hands."I know but why? Shouldn't Alpha Lucius know that you're carrying his heir?" Mara asked, confusion written all over her face.May the goddess forbid it! Plus, how do I tell her that this is a different case? What if I tell Lucius and he asks Lilith to use her magic on me to check if I'm saying the truth?They'd definitely find out I slept with another man. Lucius would kill me."Elara you're shivering." Mara called out, snapping me out of my thoughts."I have to go, but promise me you won't tell anyone?" I needed to be sure this little secret of mine would be safe with her."Of course. But just so you know, it can't remain a secret for long." She pointed at my stomach. Baby bump... In a little while my baby bump would appear.I nodded my head, stood up and fled back to the royal pack house."Where are you coming from?" I heard Lilith's voice through the hallway and I halted."N–no where. I went for a w

ELARA“Who’s there?” I whispered into the darkness, my voice trembling.The door creaked open.Lucius stumbled in, his eyes were bloodshot and the smell of alcohol hit me like a slap. His steps were heavy and unsteady, and the way he looked at me made my stomach twist.“You think you can hide from me?” he slurred, dragging the door shut behind him.“Lucius, don’t,” I said, backing away. “You’re drunk.”“You’re mine, Elara. You belong to me.” His voice was low and angry. He took a step closer, then another. “I want to have you and break all over again."He reached for me. I slapped his hand away, but he grabbed my arm and yanked me forward. I cried out, and tried to get his hands off of me but I couldn't. He pushed me down onto the bed, trying to climb on top of me.“Stop! Let me go!” I screamed, kicking and thrashing.He raised his hand to hit me again, but I didn’t let him. I grabbed the nearest thing—a metal hairbrush—and slammed it into the side of his head. He fell back, groaning

LUCIUSI didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face.Those green eyes. That soft mouth. The way she looked at me when I rejected her. Like I was just another person who had broken her. And maybe I was. Maybe I didn’t care.But if I didn’t care, why was I here again? Standing outside her door. My hand hovered over the knob like it burned.What was wrong with me?“Lucius?”I turned sharply. Lilith. Of course.She stood in the dim hallway, arms crossed, her robe clinging to her like silk armor. She raised one brow as she walked toward me.“What are you doing here?” she asked, voice low.“I didn’t know I had to report my movements to you,” I replied coolly.Lilith stopped just inches away. “You’re outside her room again.”“I walk where I please.”“You want her.”Her voice was calm, but her eyes were sharp. Watching me. Searching for the crack.“She’s mine by fate,” I muttered.“She’s your *weakness*.”I stepped forward. “Careful, Lilith.”Her lips curved, but her

ELARAI had always wondered what it would feel like to meet my mate. People said it was beautiful, like finding the other half of your soul.That your heart would know them before your mind could catch up. That everything would suddenly make sense. But when I looked into Lucius Blackthorne’s eyes and felt that pull, that spark deep in my chest, it didn’t feel like magic. It felt like a curse. The kind that wraps around your throat slowly and doesn’t let go.After he walked away from me in the village, I stayed frozen in place for a long time. I didn’t even realize I had dropped the mop until Jorin came outside to ask if I was okay. "You're sure everything is fine?" He asked again."I am fine Jorin. I'm just tired." Of course I lied.The next day, I didn’t see him. Or the day after that. But I could feel him. Watching. Pulling at me. Like a string tied to my chest, getting tighter and tighter. Then on the third night, he came. I had just laid down when I heard the door creak op

ELARAThey say a wolf without a howl is just prey in waiting.I used to think they were just being cruel. Now I know they were right.I was born into Nightclaw Pack, but I’ve never belonged here. Not really. They called me cursed, weak, useless… and worse things when no one was listening. Some days, I wished I was truly invisible. Other days, I wished I didn’t exist at all.This morning wasn’t different. I walked across the icy path with a heavy basket of laundry in my arms. My hands stung from the cold and a fresh cut burned across my palm from yesterday’s punishment.They said I was too slow. That I was too pretty for someone without a wolf. That I reminded them of betrayal.“Elara the cursed!” someone sang from the side. Laughter followed. I didn’t turn. I never did. Looking back only gave them more reason to hit me.My arms trembled as I tried to keep the basket from falling. My body hurt, but I couldn’t stop. If I slowed down, I’d get whipped again.A splash of icy water hit my b