Novel & Cerita Who Feels It Knows

I married him without love. I never knew he despised me… or that I would be blamed for a tragedy I didn’t cause. In a house full of secrets and lies, can I survive a husband who sees me as his enemy and maybe, just maybe, make him love me?

Liliana Hart spent four years shrinking herself to fit the life her husband wanted. Quiet wife, loyal mate, perfect future Luna. Then, in a single night, everything burns to ash. After catching her husband with another woman, Liliana plans to leave quietly. Instead, she is publicly rejected, accused of betrayal, stripped of her home, and cast out of the Blood Veil Pack with nothing but her name in ruins. Everyone believes the lies. Everyone except Alpha Darian Reed. Cold, feared, and impossible to read, Darian offers her shelter beneath one condition: stay out of his business. But the longer Liliana remains inside his mansion, the more she begins noticing the cracks beneath Blood Veil’s perfect image. Secrets buried within the council. Rumors surrounding the deaths of Darian’s parents. And a dangerous connection between her ex husband and the people desperate to control the pack. The closer she grows to Darian, the more enemies she makes. Then the council house burns to the ground. Liliana is framed for the attack. Now hunted by the same pack she once called home, Liliana must prove her innocence before the people behind the fire destroy her for good. Because this time, they did not just break her heart. They started a war.

Isabella Hart has always believed that love is a luxury she can’t afford especially with her mother’s life on the line. Struggling to make ends meet, she never imagined that a single contract could change everything. Alexander Voss, a wealthy and cold hearted billionaire, has one rule: marry by a certain deadline or lose his inheritance. Business comes first, and love is the last thing on his mind. When fate forces Isabella into a marriage contract with Alexander, their worlds collide in ways neither of them expected. What starts as a cold, calculated arrangement slowly stirs emotions they can’t ignore. Can a contract turn into real love, or will their differences tear them apart before it even begins?

From a stall in the office restroom, I overhear someone badmouthing me. Henry Fielder, the intern I've been mentoring for three months, grumbles, "The guy's got zero people skills. He's a total fossil, like a robot stuck in one mode." I'm about to push the door open and jump in when someone laughs and piles on. "The paperwork is incomplete. The receipts aren't compliant. I can't reimburse it without a manager's signature. We could recite his canned empathy lines in our sleep!" Once they're gone, I quietly head back to my office. Later, Henry drops a thick stack of expense reports onto my desk. "Quit waving the rulebook and rejecting everyone's reimbursements." I skim the fake receipts, and for once, I don't call him out. Instead, I give a thin smile and say, "I have a headache. I can't make out the words."

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing. Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack. “My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.” He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled. “Our traditions are clear,” he continued, “Only the woman who stands with me at this altar, witnessed by all, shall be my Luna. Though I had always thought that Irene was my mate which I mistakenly marked a time ago. But thanks to the goddess for making me see clearly before it was too late.” They exchanged vows beneath the trees, witnessed by the werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The silver crowns were placed, the ceremonial kiss sealed their bond. I stood hidden in the shadows of the surrounding forest. For twelve years, from the moment my wolf recognized his at eighteen until my thirtieth moon cycle, my love for Anderson had never changed. But his heart, it was clear, belonged to Leah. If that was the truth, then I would release him. He had never truly seen me, never truly cared. Yet, the act of my departure seemed to unravel him in ways I couldn’t understand.

Three nights ago, I was locked inside my own family’s underground wine cellar. When my congenital heart condition hit, I called my husband, Zane Corleone, and begged him to come save me. He didn’t come. Instead, he stayed with another woman all night because she was afraid of the dark—and told me to stop faking it for attention. That was the moment I finally understood. If he cared that much about her, then I would do the one thing neither of them expected. I would make room for her. In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.

Blurb: **“You are nothing to me.”** Those were the words Kael Thorne spoke while rejecting his fated mate in front of the entire pack. For Eryx, an omega born weak and unwanted, that rejection did not just break a bond,it erased his life. Dragged from sacred ground, stripped of his name, and sold in a shadow auction like damaged goods, Eryx learns the cruel truth of his world: omegas are disposable, and mercy is a myth. But fate is not done with him. When the Alpha who shattered him buys him back with cold silver and unreadable eyes, Eryx expects pain, punishment, and ownership. What he does not expect is protection. Silence instead of touch. Walls instead of chains. And a bond that refuses to stay dead. As buried prophecies awaken and elders come knocking with blood on their hands, Eryx discovers his rejection was a lie meant to save his life,and that his broken soul carries a power capable of tearing packs apart. Now trapped between enemies who want to use him and an Alpha who would burn the world to keep him safe, Eryx must decide who he is beyond rejection. Because some bonds are not meant to be broken. And some omegas were never meant to kneel.

Branded a cursed wolf, Freya has lived in the shadows of a crime she didn't commit, the fire that killed the Alpha's Luna and her own parents. Powerless, scorned, and unable to shift, she's spent years silenced by a secret even she doesn't know. But when her reluctant appearance at a Pack ball leads her into the arms of Dante, the Alpha's heir and son of the very woman she's accused of killing, fate binds them in a way neither can escape. Forced into marriage, rejected by the pack, and betrayed once more, Freya vanishes, even believed to be dead… until fate brings them face to face again. Now she's no longer the quiet girl who once begged to be left alone. She's a feared attorney, a hidden mother of twins… and something far more dangerous than a wolf. What happens when Dante suddenly wants a second chance? What will she do when darkness tries to break down the walls she built.

What the council wants, the council gets. And what they can't get, they eliminate. When she is forced back to Oakblood and into Kingsbury College, Rain Riverton is well aware there are only two ways out. Survive or die. But survival isn't as simple as it seems, not when the council is watching her every move, not when the students at Kingsbury possess magic she could only dream of owning. And certainly not when she gains the attention of the one person she shouldn't. Kai Malek is as dangerous as the council she fears, or maybe more. Her tormentor and the reason she left Oakblood years ago. He swore to kill her, and there is nothing more sacred than a blood oath. Oakblood isn't what it used to be. Kingsbury isn't the safe haven everyone thinks it is, and Rain isn't the same girl she was when she crossed the wards into the cursed town. The council wants something with her and she is going to make sure they never get it, even if it costs her sanity, her life... or the enemy she has no business caring about.