Novels by Koffeewithpeace

ALEXAVIAN“My lord, the witch is here.”Witch.The word alone was enough to make my jaw tighten, leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. Time did nothing to ease it, if anything it fueled it.She had made her refusal regarding my proposal clear. After allowing a her few days to think it through, I had resolved to pay another visit to her Pack House. Yet by some twist of fate, she was right outside my hotel suite.“Ahem.” Jules cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to the room.“Should I usher her in?”I had invited her, what was the point of these irrelevant thoughts?Suppressing my irritation, I gave a slight nod.The door swung open, and a mass of vibrant red hair appeared first. Gone was the frail woman who had struggled to her feet days ago.Color had returned to her cheeks and she stood tall, defiance burning in her single clear eye.The other still remained clouded, the lingering remainder of the poison.“Sit.” An offer which she answered with a quiet harrumph as she saunt

CHAPTER 4 LORRAINE’S POVIris Silvius.The name carved into the tombstone pierced my heart like a thousand needles as I stood frozen before her grave.A mournful rain poured as if the sky understood my grief, wrapping me in its embrace.The comforting cold stopped as an umbrella was placed above my head, shielding me from the rain.“I said I wanted to be alone,” taking two steps away from the umbrella I was back in the comfort of the rain.Ignoring my protest my dad moved closer but I moved even further, creating a longer distance.“Raine.”I ignored him, my gaze fixed on the painfully beautiful white grave.“Raine, look at me.”I ignored him again.He released a sigh etched with tiredness. “Do you think Iris would want you punishing yourself this way if she were here?”Water matted my hair to my face, and the cold seeped through the fabric of my shirt , chilling me to the bone. “She is not here, is she?” I muttered

CHAPTER 3 LORRAINE’S POVTaking advantage of the chaos caused by the fire, I escaped Euphoria Pack. I ran for hours without daring to stop, driven by the fear of being caught. Only after crossing into Midnight Pack and returning to my parents, would I truly be safe.My bare feet struck the jagged earth over and over until the sharp stabs of pain numbed into a dull, wet ache. I didn't dare look down to see how much of the trail was mud and how much was my own blood.The midday sun showed no mercy, scorching my already battered skin as I stood before the towering gates of the Packhouse, every breath scraping my parched throat.“State your business.”The guards outside the gates stopped me before I could take another step closer.Wasting no time, I said, “I’m here to see the Alpha.”“You and half the rogues in the north,” the first guard snickered, his eyes narrowing into a scornful squint. “If we allow everyone in,

CHAPTER 2 LORRAINE’S POVFor the first time in two years, I saw colors.Time stood still as golden sunlight poured through the open window. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen anything so beautiful.Or seen anything at all.I rushed to the dressing mirror. A thick layer of dust dulled the glass, hiding my reflection. My fingers trembled as I wiped it away with the sleeve of my nightdress. I had no expectation but nothing prepared me for what I saw.My cheeks had hollowed. My collarbones stuck out beneath my nightdress. Even my lips had lost their color.My head still ached slightly from the fall, but I would gladly suffer it again, if it meant uncovering Conrad’s lies and also waking up this morning with my sight restored.Although my left eye was still blind, it was more than enough.But how?I racked my brain over every possible reason…until it clicked.The imposing stranger. The vial.My finger brus

CHAPTER 1 LORRAINE’S POVI’ll kill Conrad.The thought rang through my head like a mantra as I tumbled down the stairs.Ever since I lost my sight two years ago, not a day had gone by without Conrad reassuring me that he would never leave my side—that he would become my eyes.But one shriek from Saylor was enough for him to abandon me at the top of the stairs without a second thought.Was I really his fiancée or was my best friend, Saylor? “Lorraine!”I could faintly hear the urgency in Conrad’s voice as he screamed for me accompanied by hurried footsteps. ‘He still loves me, right?’ I thought as I slowly drifted into total silence.*****“Stop, what if Lorraine hears us?”Conrad’s voice filtered into my ears immediately after I regained consciousness. The familiar smell of my room gave me a sense of my location but my head was blank.What happened?I tried recalling what transpired in the last few hours but t