Pap Mata Cogan Novels & Stories

'Bravo, bravo' a voice echoed inside the cell accompanied by the sound of claps. The lights were turned on and that's when I realize I am not in a cell but in a cage that is central in an arena. It wasn't so big but like the ones that use for small occasions. Few people were standing around the cage. 'Bravo my darling," says a man who is about 6 Ft. tall with dark brown hair and a scar on his right cheek. He move closer to the cage and sat on his haunches. I move away from him and sit in the middle.

“They’ll remember what was taken. I left before midnight. No fanfare. No vows. Just the blade, the map, and the fire burning beneath my ribs. The hunters wouldn’t stop. Dax’s war with the Council would spread. But none of that mattered unless I built something they couldn ’t tear down. A future. For me. For Lux. And for every wolf who had been told she was too wild, too broken, too much to lead. Let the snow drink my blood. Let the trees carry my name. I wasn’t prey anymore. I was Matron. And I was ready to rise.

And at the center… him. He was huge. Muscled. Handsome beyond reason. His face sharp, carved like stone, lips soft like a child’s skin. Dark brown eyes, skin kissed by the sun, tall and broad like a fortress. He carried a mystery that demanded submission. No one could resist him. Marcus. His eyes locked on mine—dark, burning, like coffee laced with fire. My body trembled. Heat washed over me as he came closer. I turned away, refusing to look. Then, in a flash, he shifted. His wolf was magnificent. Powerful. Unstoppable.

I snatched it, then stared blankly at the words she had written—notes about rogue safehouses, council meetings, and plans for resistance. “They did work together.” Steph’s whisper sent a violent shiver down my spine. Each clutching our family member’s words, we searched the clutter on the table until the message was abundantly clear. Elaine Rogers and Maren Channer were rebels for a rogue rebellion. I stared at Steph. “Was your mom a rogue?” “No—I mean, no.” Steph’s eyes searched mine frantically. “I don’t know. I—I don’t know if—how—”

he muttered. After going through the pictures, he prepared himself to read the text message. "Few personal life information about Miral Chandravanshi- Not a virgin. Currently having a friends-with-benefits relationship with Raghuveer Chandravanshi's PA and her best friend Naveen Dated two guys in the past but it ended miserably. Drinks a lot. She needs a pint of beer to think clearly. Hangs out with guys rather than being with girls"