Novel-novel oleh A.B PEN

NARAYA The enforcers who took me from the Pack borders dumped me into a holding room after confiscating everything I had with me, asking my name, age, Pack ID, border papers, and scent record. They inquired about everything, down to the tiniest detail. The holding room reeked of sweat and dust, robbing me of the very air in my throat. “We'll make our findings and get back to you,” the head enforcer said. I coiled into myself in a corner of the room, shielding myself with my arms. “It's all your fault, Mother,” I muttered beneath my breath. If only she hadn't insisted on changing my father's name to that of her new husband's and also adding an extra two years to my age, just so I could qualify for a competition she wanted me to partake in... I wouldn't be here. I watched the clock tick. Seconds morphed into minutes, and minutes into hours, yet no one said a damn thing. I sighed, cradling my head in my palms, a light ache registering behind my skull. Just what the hell w

NARAYAZilla stared at me like I'd grown a second head. “You can't be serious.”“But I am,” I said, my fork chattering against the ceramic plate.“Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you've finally moved on from that bastard, but c’mon, that doesn't mean you should throw away your entire life because of a breakup.”“This is me picking my life up, Zilla.” The fork in my hand chattered slowly onto the plate. “I can't afford to be in the same space as he is. I need to breathe. To… to truly move on.”“Geez,” she said, jolting from my bed and pacing the circumference of my room, hands on her hips. “Exactly why I avoid he-wolves. They are nothing but bad luck and headaches.”“But it wouldn't hurt to give yourself to love, Toasty.”She scoffed. “With everything you've suffered?”“Yours might be different.” I smiled. “Besides, there's a saying—”Her head shook, bowing in a monk-like posture, hands together. “Gracias, mi amore.”A soft tune hummed off Zilla's lips as she waited until I was done with

NARAYA“Are you going to lock yourself in there forever?” “He has clearly decided he doesn't want you in his life. Why are you pushing it!”“Hi, this is Pedro. Call me when you get my message.”“Michael's health is at it again. Send some money.”“Hi sweetheart, I'm sorry I wasn't at the Alpha's homecoming ceremony. Naomi sends her regards. Thanks for covering her tuition fees.”“Naraya darling, this is Melissa. I got your cell line from Roger. I haven't seen you after the ceremony. Hope all is well with you? I miss you. XoXo.” Accompanied by a kiss emoji.“I'm on my way to your home now. I will have your door taken down if you don't open up.” Zilla's recent message popped up on my screen.I sighed, moving myself to Roger's DM. My 604th unread messages and voice notes stared right back at me.He had given me two weeks to seal my rejection. And I had given him the same time frame to realize his mistake and get back to me.“Roger, please, reply to my messages.” I sent the 605th, but it w

NARAYA“I, Roger Brimstone, accept Melissa Damon to be my mate and Luna.” Something snapped within me the moment those feral words slipped off Roger's tongue.Ava threw herself against my ribcage. Once, twice, three times. I swallowed the whine that rose within my throat.The Northern trade deal. The summit contracts. My name scrubbed off every last one of them. Fine. Crown it all to Melissa, Roger. Let her take the glory. But this… This was a whole new low.My eyes stung, fingers pressed into my thigh. My fangs punched through my gums, claws begging to split across my cuticles.I was destined to become Luna of BloodMoon Pack. Fate itself had chosen for us to be together. Roger's mark was meant to seal it.B…but…“Are you okay?” Pedro's eyes narrowed. The back of his hand pressed against my neck. “You don't look okay.”“I… I…” I swallowed, feeling a fresh pang of ache rising in my chest. “Please take me home.”“Sure,” he said. “Wait here. I’ll get the car.”On the stage, Roger’s lips

ROGERNaraya's lips curled into a smile.Before I could process the movement, the bastard slipped his hand around her waist, pulling her against his side. Jasper slammed against my chest. “Mine. If he touches her again... I'll rip his throat.”I gulped. A slow suffocating heat rose to my neck.How dare he call ‘my mate’ his? How dare he gaze his lustful eyes at her? And Naraya… what was she thinking, parading a stray rogue into my territory? Into my homecoming ceremony?The taste of blood filled my mouth as my fangs lengthened. My claws throbbed beneath my skin, aching to tear this wolf limb by limb.And then there was the dress.Naraya wasn't wearing the white dress I had selected for her. Instead, she was poured into a scandalous, blood-red fabric that left her back entirely bare to the room. How dare she showcase what belonged to my eyes alone to the entire pack? Her face was painted, her eyes dark and smoky, transforming her into someone new and sultry.Just how dare they. All of

NARAYA Hours Later The dress showed up exactly as Roger promised. For months, I had dreamed of the night I would finally deck myself out in it, presenting myself to the pack as their Alpha’s fated mate. But the moment the silk slipped from the box, it was met with a completely different fate. {He would appear in a red car.} Zilla's text flashed against my face. A small breathless smile grazed upon my lips. I can't believe I let her talk me into doing this. I tapped on my screen. {Fine. Focus, Toasty. You don't want to serve burnt food to the High Council, do you?} {You should ask me to poison the soups, not make it taste nicer. Tsk. You are such a softie. Any special requests for tonight?} I chuckled, reading her text. {Extra spicy, please.} {Request received, Your Majesty.} She attached her reply with a crown emoji. {Get lost.} I typed back. {See you on the floor.} My reflection greeted me the instant I set my phone down on the vanity mirror. I looked nothing like the broken

Luca's POVI had Natalia bent over the edge of the bed, pounding into her from behind while Isabella knelt beside us, sucking on my balls and licking wherever she could reach.Natalia’s moans filled the penthouse suite, so loud and desperate.“Fuck, Luca! Honey...! Harder! Don’t stop!” she cried out, pushing her ass back against me.I gripped her hips tighter and slammed into her deeper, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with her screams.Sweat dripped down my chest as Isabella looked up at me with hungry eyes and shiny lips.“My turn, please,” she begged. “I need you too.”I pulled out of Natalia, my dick glistening with her juices, and pushed Isabella onto her back.I spread her legs wide and thrust into her in one hard stroke while she arched off the bed, moaning like a whore in heat.“Oh God, yes! You’re so deep!” Isabella gasped.Natalia didn’t wait. She climbed over Isabella’s face, lowering her pussy onto her mouth, and Isabella licked her eagerly while I fucked

Sophia's POVI stood there, momentarily frozen as he glared at me like I was garbage.“Breeding vessel...” My mouth opened before I could stop it. “Luca, I won't pretend to understand that because...”Slap.My head snapped to the side so fast I saw stars, and the taste of blood filled my mouth where my tooth cut my cheek.“Run your fucking mouth at me again,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet, “and see what happens. You're nothing but a fucking breeder. So do your job and shut up.”He walked out, and the door slammed behind him like a coffin lid closing on me.I just stood there with one hand pressed against my swelling cheek, the other still clutching that stupid paper he squeezed.My whole life I'd been so careful and studied extremely hard. Four years of pre-med, four years of medical school, I was only two months away from finishing my brutal surgical residency exams. I was “this” close to finally being a fully independent attending surgeon, free to save lives on my own terms.

Sophia's POVThe room beyond was dark except for a thin line of light through the curtains.At first my brain couldn't process what I was seeing, but then my eyes adjusted and the shapes resolved into something that made my stomach drop to my feet.A man sat in the corner of the room, bound to a chair with ropes. His head hung forward, chin resting on his chest, and I could see the rise and fall of his breath.He was alive, but that small relief evaporated when I took in the rest of him. His face was swollen beyond recognition, purple and red bruises blooming across his skin.Blood had dried from his nose and a cut above his eye. Both eyes were nearly swollen shut, and a dirty rag was stuffed between his lips, tied tight around his head.I should have screamed. I should have run. But my feet were cemented to the floor, and all I could do was stare at this human wreck while my mind screamed questions I couldn't answer.Who was he? What had Luca done to him? How long had he been...“Don

Sophia's POVPanic immediately seized me and my body reacted before my brain caught up as I kicked hard with both legs, catching whoever it was square in the chest.I heard a heavy grunt as the person flew backward, slamming into the wall with a thud.“Who the hell are you?” I hissed, scrambling back on the bed with my heart pounding like it would tear out of my chest.I could hear stumbling in the darkness, furniture knocking over, and my hand fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand.The lights flicked on and Luca stood there, breathing hard with his gray eyes blazing with fury. His tux jacket was gone, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his hair messed up. He looked drunk. Really drunk. And really pissed off.“Oh my God, Luca… I didn’t know it was you!” I rushed out with my hands up. “I’m sorry, I thought...”The slap came so fast I didn’t see it.His hand cracked across my face, sending me flying back onto the bed while pain spread across my cheek. I tasted blood.“You stupid bitch,” he

Sophia's POVThe smile on my face felt like a carefully constructed mask. That's the only way I can describe it. This mask on my face as I walked down what should be the aisle of my dreams.Every girl dreams about this day, right? The white dress, the flowers, and the man waiting at the end like Prince Charming finally found his Cinderella or whatever.Cinderella got a fairy godmother. I got whatever the opposite of that is. A demon godmother, maybe. One with really expensive taste in real estate.The chapel was beautiful, I'll give them that. With crystal chandeliers and fresh flowers everywhere. But here's the thing about beautiful settings. They can lie just as well as ugly ones. I've learned that the hard way.My father walked beside me with his arm stiff through mine like he'd rather be anywhere else. Probably planning his escape route.I couldn't blame him. If I had a choice, I'd be five states away right now, drinking something strong and forgetting this whole thing ever happen