Kisah Ayla Novels & Stories

Ayla hasn’t spoken since the night her world burned. She was five when she lost everything—her family, her pack, and whatever part of her knew how to be heard. Taken in by a rival Alpha, she grows up in a place that keeps her alive… but never lets her belong. Most of the pack ignores her. The Alpha’s sons don’t. The triplets made sure she understood exactly what she was worth—nothing. Years of silence taught her how to endure them, how to disappear, react. It was easier that way. Until her eighteenth birthday. Her wolf awakens. And with it, the mate bond. Not one. Not two. All of them. The same three wolves who made her life unbearable. Now everything is different. They look at her like she matters. Like she’s something they need to protect, to keep, to make up for. Ayla doesn’t know what to do with that. She doesn’t want their guilt. She doesn’t trust whatever this bond is trying to turn into. And she definitely doesn’t want them close enough to break her all over again. But something else is shifting—something deeper than the bond. There’s a power inside her that shouldn’t exist. Something that was there long before her wolf ever awakened. And she’s not the only one who’s starting to notice. Whatever is coming for her… it isn’t afraid of Alphas. And if Ayla wants any chance of surviving it, she’ll have to face the one thing she’s avoided for thirteen years. She’ll have to use her voice. Even if it means accepting the very people she swore she’d never trust. Because if she doesn’t—this time, she won’t be the only one who loses everything.

Ayla never expected that one night at her best friend’s house would change everything, until she came face to face with Jace, her best friend’s dangerously charming and notoriously reckless brother. She tells herself she can’t stand him—his playboy reputation, his endless games, teasing smirks, and the way he looks at her like she’s just an innocent girl playing in a world she doesn’t understand. But beneath the tension and constant clashes, there's something far more dangerous—an undeniable pull neither of them is ready to admit. Then, one reckless night at a party changes everything: lines are crossed, secrets are revealed, and suddenly, avoiding each other isn’t an option anymore. As guilt begins to weigh on Ayla and Jace starts to see her in a way he never has before, their connection deepens into something forbidden, intense, and impossible to ignore. Because if the truth were to come out, it wouldn’t just ruin them—it would destroy the one person they both cannot afford to lose.

Ayla, my wife had just returned home from a business trip when I received a call from the hotel she had booked there. The hotel receptionist sounded a little embarrassed as she explained, “Hello, is this Ms. Jewell’s husband? I’m calling from the front desk. I see that we forgot to bill you for some incidentals. It looks like your room used all eighteen condoms from the amenity kit. I apologize for the oversight. The total comes to 35 dollars. Can I get a card number over the phone to close that out for you?” My mind went completely blank. Hadn’t my wife gone on that business trip on her own? Why would she have used condoms? Suppressing my inner turmoil, I gave Ayla a call. “Honey, the hotel just called. They said there was a little issue with your room. They asked me if you had someone staying over with you?” She sounded clearly exhausted as she replied with a weak voice, “Oh, right. A lady couldn’t find a hotel room, so she crashed with me for the night.” I chuckled and asked her to rest. After hanging up, I drove directly to the hotel. “35 dollars, right? I’ll pay it in person.”

Compromises were meant to be made. Sacrifices were expected to be given. It was all nothing but the consequences of her own decision; a decision she would begin to regret soon. She was asked to give up on her dreams, but she refused to listen to them. Instead of putting a stop to her ambitions, she chose to pursue them. Ayla chose to fight against all odds which aimed at bringing her down. Meanwhile, she tried her best to make a home out of the unfamiliar place she was thrown into. But who knew that the circumstances would only make her build walls around herself, shutting everyone out, including her own husband. On the other hand, Claude only watched as his wife grew distant. For him, their marriage was nothing but an arrangement carried out under the orders of their elders. What he failed to realize was that she would find a way to creep into his heart, squeezing in between through the cracks. But will it be too late for him to realize the fact that he had indeed fallen for his stubborn wife? What lengths will he be willing to go to mend their relationship? Moreover, will Ayla even allow him to succeed? Join the couple on their journey as they both find their own ways to make their contractual marriage work.

Ivory has spent her entire life unwanted overlooked by her pack, reduced to a maid, and treated as a burden by those meant to protect her. The only place she has ever felt desired is in her dreams dreams consumed by a faceless, dominant stranger whose touch leaves her trembling, whose voice commands her soul. For a year, the same man haunts her nights raging her arousal inside … and destroys her every morning. But when a towering stranger appears in the packhouse halls smelling of pine, earth, and danger Ayla’s world tilts. He is real. He is powerful. And he claims she belongs to him. Alpha Tane of the Silver Moon Pack rules with ruthless precision. Feared. Obeyed. Unchallenged. He has conquered packs, forged empires, and bent Alphas to his will yet he has never found the one person destined to stand beside him. Until the scent of his mate hits him like a storm, leading him straight to a small maid’s room at the edge of the Crescent Pack. A maid. His Luna. His equal whether she believes it or not. Tane refuses to leave without her, but Ayla is not like the submissive she-wolves who usually cower beneath his dominance. She is fiery, wounded, and defiant. And the more she fights him, the more the bond between them blazes.

Late that night, I came across a post online. [I've been with my boyfriend for seven months. Out of nowhere, he dumped me, saying I got eliminated from the girlfriend selection. That's when I found out that in their rich social circle, it's normal to date a dozen girls at the same time, score them regularly, kick out the lowest, and pick the best one to marry.] It sounded so ridiculous. I couldn't help but jump into the comments and tear into the guy. Then I saw a reply from my boyfriend's secretary, Ayla Butler. [Well, considering his status, it's only fair. For high-value men like him, a selection process makes sense.] I rolled my eyes so hard that it almost hurt. I was just about to fire back when I heard the front door open. Fred Thompson and I had been together for five years. He had always been attentive, gentle, and endlessly patient. I had already made up my mind that the moment he proposed, I would tell him the truth about who I really was, the daughter of the richest man in the country. I never expected to catch a glimpse of his phone lighting up with a message. [You hooked up with Ayla again today? Gave her such a high score, too. Keep this up, and Hannah's gonna lose!]

Framed for murder. Sold into darkness. Betrayed by blood. Ayla’s world shattered the night her pack cast her out… accused of killing the Alpha she never wanted to harm. Left to die, sold as a slave, used as a weapon against her own body, she fights to reclaim her shattered soul. Then Kael appears, rogue Lycan Alpha, hunted and dangerous, a king without a throne. Together, they’re broken and wild, bound by a desperate hunger for revenge and a love that defies the rules of the pack. Yet darkness stalks their every step. Hidden enemies, ruthless secrets, and betrayal thicker than blood threaten to shatter the fragile bond they’ve forged. Can a wolf betrayed rise to rule beside the rogue king… or will their enemies bury them both in the blood of their past?

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me. The caption is: "Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?" I quietly press the "like" button. When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary. "Honey." My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I—" In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!" I look at the mess in the house. The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed. "You don't have to explain," I hear myself say. "I understand." It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.

I need your body pressed against mine. Your warmth, your smell, the taste of your , I need you.” His deep voice rang in the dark room. He pulled her closer and stated placing gentle . She was tied to bed with leg wide open. “Please do not do that.” She pleaded. “Don’t worry I will go gentle on you.” he said picking up the whip from the ground. “After all, I still have to make you mine.” He completed pinching her n****e. - Grasis was a dangerous beast. He had two hobbies: blood and . He drank men's blood and girls. His life is full of blood and pain. He had no weakness but suddenly she appeared in front of him, taking his breath, making his metal heart to beat again and filling his heart with warmth. Cruel and ruthless man starts craving only one thing in his life and that was Ayla’s body. He made her his slave. He owns and claimed her.

She was the lowest among them, an omega meant to serve, to obey, to be forgotten. Until the Alpha touched her. Until he marked her with words that felt like a promise... and shoved her off a cliff like she was nothing. Ayla thought betrayal had a name, a face, a heartbeat she once trusted. She thought the crashing water would be her grave. But death didn’t claim her. The dragon did. She awakens not in darkness, but in silk sheets soaked with sweat, her body wracked with fire, strangers calling her Queen Liliana. The child they beg her to bring into the world is no wolf pup, it’s something older, deeper… and hers. Now fire sings in her veins. Scales burn beneath her skin. She remembers being Ayla. But they swear she is a queen, reborn through flame and fury, the last of the dragon-blooded line. Torn between two lives, two names, two fates… Was she reborn by fate’s hand, or was she always meant to rise? Because if this isn’t death, then it must be the beginning… of the Dragon Queen.