Nala Kovu Novels & Stories

‘Goddess, I needed that. I groaned at the other woman, who smiled broadly. ‘I can see that. Have you had enough? Would you like me to bring you something else?’ I shook my head, then fixed the woman with a dark stare. ‘No, thank you, but I would like to know who you are.’ Noticing the shadow falling over her face, I raised an eyebrow. ‘I am the twins' mother. My name is Nala. Anger raced through my body; it showed on my face because Nala lifted her hands to stop my angry tirade.

Immediately after, he placed those soaking-wet fingers right onto his own tongue, locking his eyes directly onto mine as he sucked them clean with pure appetite. Yes... the biggest, most problematic glitch in the entire system was exactly this: Nova, the cybersecurity prodigy who had spent her entire life viewing men as nothing more than a redundant expenditure of calories, was long gone. In her place was a girl who had completely lost her mind, actively becoming the first one to frantically claw at his swim shorts to strip them off! Watching with absolute pleasure and supreme dominance as I practically drove myself crazy making small bounces in his lap, Matteo fiercely buried his mouth back

She stopped directly in front of Nalia, who was now hunched over and visibly glowing, sweat glistening across her brow, breath shallow. Nalia’s eyes darted up at her in fear—until Koa met her gaze and locked her in. The world quieted. Koa lowered her head gently and touched her snout to Nalia’s forehead. “Look at me, child.” Something snapped into place. The wild light dulled, not gone, but tempered. “I can’t… control it,” Nalia whispered, her voice raw with fear. “Yes, you can.” Koa’s voice was calm, deep, and maternal—each word grounding Nalia like a tether to the earth. “You are not a vessel for chaos. You are a Guardian. And Guardians do not fear their fire—they shape it.”

“I'll throw something on and be with you shortly. Farh can turn the car around.” “Yes, my Luna.” Nala replied. “Don't be that way with me. I'm just a kid really, I don't think I can handle that title.” I begged her. “Oh, you're doing just fine.” Nala said. I looked at her, for anything that'd betray the fact that she was joking with me. “That can't be true.” I objected. “All I do is clean up after Damon, when we have a house filled with servants. Or is the Luna title for glorified servants?” I spoke bluntly to Nala.

Additionally, the Yorkers took the opportunity to suppress the Hughmans. Under such conditions, how could Nala possibly find a powerful husband? "There's nothing to be curious about. You already know her opponent—Joanna's older brother, Howie Yorker, is already in the middle stage of the Transcendent Realm. Nothing else matters." Just then, they both saw Nala standing up. Didn't that mean her husband had shown up? They quickly turned to look where she was looking. Natalie was stunned. "Him? That's him? How is this possible?"

“But I thought it’d make things feel a bit more natural.” Nala’s stomach churned. Somehow, she felt like she was on the backfoot. All her training and years of fighting didn’t prepare her to flirt with someone. Or be flirted with. His unwavering attention heated her skin, but made her uneasy, like a predator was locked onto its prey. “I’m Nala Williams of the Mountain Forest pack.”

“Good. And you understand why this is a need you must fulfill, rather than his Luna?” “The Luna is a co-leader of the pack. She trains the warriors and commands social events. And, when the time comes, she will bear the future heir of the pack. All honorable Alphas respect their Luna too much to act out their true fantasies on,” I said, echoing the words first said to me when I learnt of my fate.

Ronan checked the connection twice and declared it acceptable in the way he declares most things: without enthusiasm, without complaint. I look at myself in the small preview window in the corner of the screen. Hair pulled back. Dark clothes. The locket around my neck — Queen Alara's locket, the one Darius gave me in Ch 18 as a power move and which I have reclaimed as something else entirely. The moderator opens the session at seven. There are four candidates left. Two I have never worried about — their support comes from single territories with no cross-border reach. The third dropped out two days ago and no one is sure why. That leaves Vera and me.

She had two duffel bags draped around her shoulders, and she looked like a nervous wreck. “Shit.” I cursed to myself. The guy had a fucking family? A whole wife and a kid? “What?” I thrust the binoculars back to Kimberly who wasted no time. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” She cursed low under her breath. “That’s Nila fucking Bavga.” “You know her?” My brows hit my hairline when I asked that. “Are you kidding? She’s Italia’s national wife. A famous opera singer that comes from a long line of famous singers.” She informed, and the web inside of my head grew even more intricate. Way too complicated!

she says, throwing her head back on the sofa. I finish the contents in my glass, then I get to my feet. Having a fallout with those guys doesn’t really bother me because I met them through Alex. I met Nala through her too, but Nala is a sweet soul. She’s a hybrid. Her dad is human, and the rest of those guys are werewolves who decided to live among humans. “I should find Nala,” I say to them, then I walk out of the room and into the bustling club.