Novels by offonajite

KaylaThe car had now become a small, suffocating box…. Leather seats are cold against my thighs, the dash lights casting a pale glow over the interior. Every breath I took was thick with the heat of our conversation, the space between us shrinking until there was nowhere left to hide and run from what needed to be said. “I can't mark you, Kayla. Not like this.”His voice was low, strained. He couldn’t even look at me as he said it. His hands moved to his thighs, and he squeezed them into fists as if he were holding himself back from something… or holding himself together. “Why not?” I raised my voice, losing the little bit of patience I had left. The sound bounced off the windows, too loud in the cramped space. My fingers curled into the seat fabric, my nails digging in. “She doesn't want you, so why can't you just bloody mark me now?”He turned his head, looking out the window to where Kira stood on the sidewalk. Her silhouette was faint, but I could see her watching us.“I'd exp

KaylaThe car had now become a small, suffocating box…. Leather seats are cold against my thighs, the dash lights casting a pale glow over the interior. Every breath I took was thick with the heat of our conversation, the space between us shrinking until there was nowhere left to hide and run from what needed to be said. “I can't mark you, Kayla. Not like this.”His voice was low, strained. He couldn’t even look at me as he said it. His hands moved to his thighs, and he squeezed them into fists as if he were holding himself back from something… or holding himself together. “Why not?” I raised my voice, losing the little bit of patience I had left. The sound bounced off the windows, too loud in the cramped space. My fingers curled into the seat fabric, my nails digging in. “She doesn't want you, so why can't you just bloody mark me now?”He turned his head, looking out the window to where Kira stood on the sidewalk. Her silhouette was faint, but I could see her watching us.“I'd exp

KaylaThe walk back from the cafe was a blur of grey pavement and my swirling thoughts. I didn’t remember crossing the street, or even passing the park, or the row of shops, or the bridge that led out of town. My feet carried me forward on autopilot while my mind churned through everything Harper had told me. I had spent years believing that the gap in my memory was a blessing. A protective block my mind had built to shield me from something terrible. But now I realized that I hadn't just been protecting myself. I was avoiding the bigger issue that involved my twin sister, and I couldn't deal with it. And everyone had let me stick to that warped memory. My parents and even Kira. They had all looked at me, night after night, day after day, and let me believe that the blank space in my head was nothing. A side effect of the attack. A minor inconvenience for their fake story. They had let me fill in the gaps with their lies, and I had swallowed every one of them because I had put s

KaylaThe car had now become a small, suffocating box…. Leather seats are cold against my thighs, the dash lights casting a pale glow over the interior. Every breath I took was thick with the heat of our conversation, the space between us shrinking until there was nowhere left to hide and run from what needed to be said. “I can't mark you, Kayla. Not like this.”His voice was low, strained. He couldn’t even look at me as he said it. His hands moved to his thighs, and he squeezed them into fists as if he were holding himself back from something… or holding himself together. “Why not?” I raised my voice, losing the little bit of patience I had left. The sound bounced off the windows, too loud in the cramped space. My fingers curled into the seat fabric, my nails digging in. “She doesn't want you, so why can't you just bloody mark me now?”He turned his head, looking out the window to where Kira stood on the sidewalk. Her silhouette was faint, but I could see her watching us.“I'd exp

KaylaThe car had now become a small, suffocating box…. Leather seats are cold against my thighs, the dash lights casting a pale glow over the interior. Every breath I took was thick with the heat of our conversation, the space between us shrinking until there was nowhere left to hide and run from what needed to be said. “I can't mark you, Kayla. Not like this.”His voice was low, strained. He couldn’t even look at me as he said it. His hands moved to his thighs, and he squeezed them into fists as if he were holding himself back from something… or holding himself together. “Why not?” I raised my voice, losing the little bit of patience I had left. The sound bounced off the windows, too loud in the cramped space. My fingers curled into the seat fabric, my nails digging in. “She doesn't want you, so why can't you just bloody mark me now?”He turned his head, looking out the window to where Kira stood on the sidewalk. Her silhouette was faint, but I could see her watching us.“I'd exp

ALFIE The training yard was still empty by the time Alfie finished his last set of drills. Sweat soaked through his shirt, and his muscles ached with the peasant exhaustion of a hard morning’s work. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to outrun the tension that had settled into the packhouse like a second skin. The council’s deadline for Kira to reject the alpha, and Nick's trying to sandwich himself between the twins' fractured relationship. It all pressed down on him in a suffocating manner that made him suddenly have the urge to go for a swim or drown himself in a tub full of ice. He grabbed his water bottle from the bench and drank deeply, the cool liquid a relief against his parched throat. The sun was climbing higher now, burning off the last traces of the pre-dawn chill, and the training yard was quiet except for the distant sound of birds and the rustle of leaves. He was alone. Or so he thought. “You’re up early.” Alfie turned. Harper stood by the edge of th