Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

“So she went to him. Alone. Determined to confront him and end everything if it was true.” I opened my eyes again—cold, distant. “My father… was drunk on his riches back then. He wasn’t alert. Didn’t expect my mother to show up. Didn’t expect her to walk into that house. Didn’t expect her to see the woman he hid, or the children he claimed were ‘just friends.’” “He panicked. And when a greedy man panics… he becomes dangerous.” The silence thickened. “That day… was the end.” His voice lowered to a raw murmur. “She walked into that house as Manvi—the wife he betrayed.”

Mama Mariah sat hunched over her reading desk, her eyes dim but alive, tracing the words as if they carried breath. Little Dawn and Mama Wrenlow sat across her, listening. Mama Wrenlow's lips moved softly, reading aloud to the silence: "And among the howling packs and chained hearts of segregated omegas, there rose one who feared none - the Omega of the Frosted Wind." She paused, her fingers trembling slightly before turning the brittle page.

OLIVIA The silence in the mansion was no longer peaceful; it was vibrating. It was the kind of silence that precedes an avalanche. I sat by the fireplace, the book in my lap forgotten. I wasn't reading. I was listening. Through the black onyx earring, I could hear the muffled sounds of Adrian’s world—the low hum of an engine, the occasional click of a weapon being checked, and the steady, rhythmic sound of his breathing. It was the only thing keeping me upright.

I said quietly, “predicted the drought three years in advance. She knew two months ahead of time about the lone wolf attacks on our southern border. She told me exactly where to find you the night you got separated from the hunting party and nearly bled out.” Marcus’ jaw tightened. He remembered. Every wolf in the pack remembered my grandmother’s gifts. “She said a Moonwolf would either save us or destroy us,” I continued. “She said I would recognize her by silver light and a broken bond. She said two Alphas would be bound to her fate, and only one would survive what’s coming.” “What exactly is coming?”

I took three different cabs and walked the last six blocks and checked behind me every thirty seconds like he taught me and when I finally got to the coffee shop he was already sitting in the back corner with a laptop and headphones and a look on his face that made my stomach hurt. "What did you find," I said as I sat down. He did not answer right away and instead he pushed the headphones across the table. "Listen to this first. Then we will talk." I put the headphones on and he clicked something on the laptop and the audio started playing and at first it was just static and background noise but then I heard voices. Two men talking. The first voice was shaky and scared. "I am not doing this

The second day of their captivity dawned as the sun rose over the city, painting the sky in shades of fire and gold. Light spilled into the penthouse, lighting up dust motes dancing in the air—and finding Ivy curled on a large sofa. A book lay open in her lap, but her eyes were not on the words. They were fixed on the man across the room. Lucian was a storm contained in a suit. He paced, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low, angry hum—a dangerous sound, like a hive of disturbed bees.

Pearl shoved harshly at the first several stacks of silver and tried her best to push as many coins into her emergency bag as possible. Then she struggled to pull the heavy bag across the room. It was heavy despite its small size. It cried with the sound of wood dragging across old boards as she stumbled and tugged it over to the corner. She pulled at the corner floor board, and the loose panel popped free. White wandered over to her as she began the quiet task of stacking up the books and silvers in a long line in the empty compartment beneath her floor.

I hissed squirming. “Just watch. The fun is about to begin.” The man tilted my face towards the stage where Alpha Woods now spoke confidently about borders and praising his daughter. “Now I would like to remind everyone of the rules.” Alpha Woods spoke right as an arrow whizzed over everyone's heads. Impaling him in the neck. I watched horror struck. Seeing my Alphas eyes widen in shock. He locked eyes with me opening a mind-link ‘Get Kayla to safety’ I heard his voice fade near the end. A second later his body went slack landing on the floor with a dull thud.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

And beyond the walls… came the sounds. Not howling. Not roaring. Worse. Wet chittering. Slithers snapping bones. Whimpers that didn't belong to the living. Sounds that didn't ring out — they burrowed. Within the broken perimeter, hundreds crouched like specters. Mothers rocked quiet infants. Fathers stood with vacant stares, knives quivering in hand. Children wept without sound. Wind itself seemed to bear whispers — dead men's names, curses, unanswered prayers. “When…” a voice croaked through the cold. “When will it end…?”