Suitor Novels & Stories

“Did you get that? ‘It’s yours’ goes in the contract. Page one.” Susan was frantically typing on her iPad. “Y-yes, Mr. Knight. What’s her position?” Adrian looked at me. At my stomach. At the test still in his hand. His smile was slow. Cold. Claiming. “Mother of my heir.” ---

Or perhaps as if she already knows what I will say. “I have two questions.” “Speak up,” she says. “What is going on here?” This time, she turns fully toward me. Her eyes meet mine as she assesses me. She shrugs once and looks away again. “It is a selection.” “A selection,” I echo, and she nods. “I am selecting a suitor.” I open my mouth. Close it. Right. I have seen men select brides like merchandise, weighed and measured and discarded. I suppose I should not be surprised that someone like Tiana Hawthorne would reverse the ritual entirely. Strange, yes. But then again, everything about her defies expectation.

The remaining men were weary, their bodies bruised and battered, but their spirits remained unbroken—at least for now. As the suitors discussed their strategies and speculated on what lay ahead, a humble servant entered the tent, carrying a tray of drinks. His attire was simple, and his demeanor unassuming. He moved quietly, offering refreshments with a respectful bow. The suitors barely noticed him, too engrossed in their own thoughts. Cedric who was hidden beneath the guise of a lowly server, moved silently among the men, pouring drinks with the precision and deference expected of his supposed station. His sharp eyes missed no

he said, his tone heavy with regret, "I, Alpha Dominic, reject you as my mate and future Luna." Those words hung in the air, a painful proclamation that marked the end of a brief, intimate story, it was like a one-night stand. The shock of his rejection pierced through me, leaving a deep wound that I knew would take a long time to heal.

And most of all, she hated the announcement carved into the silence: “By decree of the council,” Elder Haldis said, his voice gravel deep, “and with consent of allied packs, there shall be a contest — a trial of worth. The suitors who seek the bond of the heir shall prove their loyalty, their strength, and their honor before this council, before the pack, and before the Moon herself.” The chamber erupted in murmurs. Some suitors grinned as if already victorious. Others narrowed their eyes, calculating.

Pity for the unfortunate insect eased through Athena's fury; her loathing for the bastard increased. Accepting the handkerchief Ludric passed him, Richard wiped his hand and tossed the handkerchief in Athena's face. “So, you see? You will never be worthy enough to be my maid, not to talk of being my mate.” He grabbed Susan closer, his palm moulding her ass as he continued, “Susan here is my fiancée. She is a strong wolf with good sense. The only one worthy to be my Luna and bear my pup.” Athena's back straightened even more despite how the pain wanted to drag her under.

Kate said. "So who is it?" Mom asked a little too eagerly. "Rishi," Kate said, and the whole table erupted. Everyone had an opinion on it, except for Dad and Ren. Ren just ate and looked bored without his phone while dad talked to Riker and Aeryn. When things finally settled down, I turned my attention back to Sue. "So what about you? What will you do if you find your mate here?" Sue scoffed, "I won’t. And if I do, I’m running like hell away. "I am not prepared for a mate right now, or perhaps ever."

"What does that even mean." I looked from Silas’s drawn face to Kian, who had not stepped away from my side. His massive silhouette was rigid, the lingering warmth of our shared kiss still burning against my lips like a brand, yet his gaze had already hardened into the calculating mask of a war-time commander. "Mate marks," Kian said quietly, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that resonated deep within the hollow of my chest. "A claiming bite leaves a physical mark on the flesh. It scars the skin with an Alpha’s direct spiritual signature, binding our scents and locking our pulses into a singular rhythm. Ren Achara wants unassailable confirmation that our bond is fully sealed before she'll

I look at him. "That's not why it won't work," I say. He waits. "It won't work because you don't want it to." Something settles in his expression. "No," he says. "I don't." He reaches for me in the dark, his hand finding my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone the way he does when he's finished talking and ready to show instead. "I have exactly one mate," he says. "I have had exactly one mate. I will have exactly one mate." His mouth finds mine. "Everything else is just people standing next to windows."

His unwavering gaze sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. "And of course," I continued, my voice dipping lower, more intimate, "this is only the third time we have arranged the Obsidian Suite." The mention of it sent a ripple of excitement through the room. The nervous woman at the front straightened, her eyes widening with interest. "The Obsidian Suite offers something... different." I traced my finger along the edge of the podium. "Book it, and our proprietary algorithm will match you with your perfect partner from within our network. You'll have no idea who they are until you meet them in the suite itself. The environment adapts to your combined preferences, creating something entirely