Novels by Sunny Leah

12YEARS LATER JASMINE—-.The kitchen bustles with activity as servants scurry about, their hands moving swiftly to prepare for the evening's festivities. The clock ticks closer to dusk, and the pressure mounts to complete the decorations before our party guests arrive.I lend a hand where I can, expertly arranging a centerpiece of fresh flowers. Hades burst into the room, Jason perched on his broad shoulders, giggling uncontrollably."You'll make him throw up again," I warn, eyeing Hades's energetic swinging."Aw, he likes it," Hades replies, grinning mischievously, as he makes another sweeping arc."Mommy, I love it!" Jason squeals, his tiny hands grasping Hades's hair.I shake my head, concealing a smile. "If you throw up, don't expect me to come to your aid."Jason's face sets in determination. "I'm four. I can help myself."I chuckle inwardly, recognizing the stubborn streak he inherited from Hades. Jason's words echo his father's confident tone, a miniature replica of the man w

—JASMINE-Stepping foot in Silvermist feels surreal, like a dream I've longed to awaken to. The word "home" echoes through my soul, resonating with a depth I never knew I craved. Every step carries me closer to a sense of belonging.As I wander through the pack's grounds, a somber atmosphere envelops me. The usual bustle seems muted, with fewer pack members in sight. Some may be busy with their daily routines, but the scarcity of familiar faces weighs heavily.My heart quickens, anticipation building as I approach the main pack house. I've yearned to hold my children close, to see the spark in their eyes. And Hades...my mate, my rock.The pack house comes into view, its wooden facade weathered to a warm, golden brown. Smoke drifts lazily from the chimney, carrying the scent of warmth and comfort.I push open the door, and a sense of peace washes over me. I'm home.After weeks of navigating the unfamiliar city, I'd finally found my footing. The initial disorientation and panic had g

—HADES.-I trudge back to the Silvermist pack's main house, weighed down by the crushing burden of defeat. The familiar scent of home and family offers little comfort, as the ache within me grows with each step.Until now, I hadn't grasped the depth of great sadness. The hunt, once fueled by determination and hope, has yielded nothing. No sign of Jasmine, no hint of Denzel's whereabouts. The abyss of uncertainty gapes wider, threatening to consume me.As I enter the pack house, my gaze falls upon Enora and Ezra, their hushed conversation halted by my arrival. Their eyes, attuned to my emotions, widen in concern.Ezra, one of our pack's strongest members and a trusted ally had opted to remain behind, watching over Enora and our children while I pursued the hunt. His presence provides a sense of security, allowing me to focus on the search.Now, as Enora and Ezra take in my worn, defeated appearance, they sense the outcome without needing words. Their expressions mirror my despair."

JASMINE.-I'm so cold, my body numb and trembling. Hunger pangs gnaw at my stomach, and my throat feels parched, desperate for a drop of water. The night is wearing on, and I've lost all sense of direction.The convenience store manager's words echo in my mind: "You're miles away from Maple." The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm stranded, alone, and scared.This place is unfamiliar, its streets twisting and turning in ways that make no sense. I don't know how to navigate these dark alleys and deserted roads.Fear creeps in as the streetlights cast long, ominous shadows. Every sound makes me jump – the rustling of leaves, the distant hum of a car, the creaking of trees.Denzel's face flashes in my mind, his cruel smile etched in my memory. He's a monster for bringing me here, for tearing me away from Maple and everyone I love.My hand instinctively goes to the cut on my chest, the pain still throbbing. Infection is a constant fear, and without Lira's healing touch, recovery w

—HADES.-Denzel's minion leads us to the outskirts, just as he promised. But I should've known better. The guy's a total liar. This is a setup, a trap.Denzel's goons are waiting in the warehouse, ready to pounce the moment we step foot inside.But I'm on it. I brought my pack here to track down Jasmine, not to get caught up in Denzel's twisted game.As their alpha, I prioritize their safety. "Fall back!" I yell.My wolves obey instantly, falling back as I unleash the full fury of my inner beast. Adrenaline surges through my veins, fueling my fight response. I become a whirlwind of teeth and claws, taking down Denzel's wolves with swift and deadly precision.With each swift kick, I send opponents crashing to the ground. My bites are targeted and merciless, crushing bone and sinew. My claws slice through fur and flesh, leaving ravaged bodies in my wake.These amateur wolves, thinking they could take me down? It's almost laughable. My strength surpasses theirs by a landslide, honed fro

—JASMINE-“You’ve fucked me up” Denzel begins.“Now come closer”I move closer to Denzel, my body betraying my will. His hand reaches out to claim me, his touch looming like a dark specter. The night air thickens, cold and oppressive, as if conspiring against me.Alison seethes behind me, her rage palpable. "Stop this madness, Denzel!"Denzel's smirk twists into a snarl. "Shut up, you filthy traitor. I'll deal with you when I'm done with her.""Traitor, says the traitor himself!" Alison spits, her voice venomous.Hunter joins the chorus of outrage. "You deceived us!"Denzel's laughter sends shivers down my spine. "I didn't deceive you. You're both just blind fools. It would've been nicer to claim one of your bodies."His words drip with malevolence, and I feel a surge of revulsion.I turn to face Alison, our eyes locking in a silent understanding. She wore the cursed necklace around my neck; she could free me.Alison's gaze flashes with recognition, and I turn back to Denzel."Now le

—LYSANDRA--The trek across the border territory is dead silent, swallowed by the cold midnight air. Shadow is trailing exactly fifty paces behind us in the treeline.Gemma walks close beside me, her steps nervous and light, unable to hide her unease as we tread onto Shadowmoon soil.The night is dark, but I spot him immediately, that short and silhouetted figure I’d always recognize even from a thousand miles away.Dr. Lyeon is waiting exactly where the letter indicated: under the half-collapsed stone archway near the outer boundary. His silhouette is gone, and I finally take in his face. He is wrapped in a faded medical coat, looking around frantically.“Lysandra," he gasps as I approach, his voice trembling as he steps forward. "You actually came.”He is looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. "I brought the herbs," I say quickly, pulling the heavy leather bag from beneath my cloak and shoving it in his hands. "All fresh from our infirmary”Lyeon holds the bag, but he doesn't imm

—LYSANDRA——"My lady? What's wrong? What does it say? "Gemma’s voice floats toward me, but the words sound like they are muffled underwater. I can’t comprehend them. I can’t process the sound of her breath or if it’s the rustle of her dress. My eyes are locked onto the dark ink on the thick paper, staring at the sharp, erratic cursive that I recognize all too well.My hands shake so violently the words blur and I find myself staring ahead and into space.Seeing the way I’m trembling, from the corner of my eyes I notice Gemma snapping into action. She looks past my shoulder and raises her hand, calling out to one of the guards standing very far from us. "You! Go fetch Alpha Maddox immediately, tell him something is—""No!"The sharp edge in my voice jolts us both. I grab Gemma’s wrist, pulling her back before the guard can run off. I force my chest to stop heaving, swallowing hard as I stare at her wide eyes.“Stay.” I say to the guard and then to Gemma."It's nothing," I lie, my voi

—LYSANDRA——“The flowers go there, the deep pink ones go to the far corner of the ballroom, and make sure the silver drapes are perfectly aligned,” I direct, my voice carrying a heavy authority. The servants handling the decorations nod with eager enthusiasm, executing my orders seamlessly. Watching them move gives me a quiet surge of joy.I love doing this. I love taking charge of projects that force my mind off the things— and people— that have been bugging me.And heaven knows I have been thoroughly bugged. My mind is constantly caught in a crossfire between my ex-husband's toxic shadow and the intimidating Alpha Demitry who suddenly wants to marry me for reasons best known to his own enigmatic self.Thinking back, I’m incredibly glad I managed to handle Demitry on a softer note the day he came with that sudden proposal. When he got irritated and claimed I still smelled like Edric, it felt like an unfair accusation— but I seized it as the perfect excuse to shut the whole convers

—EDRIC pov—- I ball my fist until my knuckles turn white as I let out an uncomfortable grunt, exhibiting the frustration in my mind as I sit alone in my study, trying to understand what lies ahead in my darn life. I am restless. It’s nothing new but it’s making me livid. I am starving.Starved of her presence and what we shared the day I went to Ironcrest to have a word with her, because I couldn’t go another day without thinking of my mouth on her skin. And turns out she was also feeling the same way. My satisfaction was met but, I am insatiable and I want her. Just her. For the past week, I have tried to drown myself in Eliza. I have taken her against the wall, on the desk, in our bed, trying to force my wolf to accept the substitute. But it is never enough. Every time I touch her, every time I bury myself inside her, a sickening wave of rejection ripples through my veins. My wolf snarls at her scent, completely disgusted by the lack of the fated bond. It is weird because none

—LYSANDRA--Unlike my monstrous and bed-ridden appearance, Demitry Kolvx appears to be in the opposite attire from me; a fine tailored attire that matches his demeanor, which screams the aura of a commander— and a little bit of mischievousness under those thick brows of his.He doesn’t look startled by my grand, disheveled entrance. And his smile is warm and incredibly annoying because the massive chunk of the fiery, defensive energy I was ready to unleash on him drains completely out of my chest. He doesn’t look like a threat; he looks like a man genuinely happy to see me. But what gives? I don’t know this man, and I don’t want to know him.Sure, he’s good looking and hot and is probably toned under his shirts and all but no…I force my walls back up, refusing to let a handsome face soften my resolve."Ah, Lysandra," he murmurs, his voice, a smooth and deep tone that seems to vibrate through the quiet hall. He takes a step toward me, his eyes tracing my bewildered face and entire

—LYSANDRA—-It’s been days, probably a week since Edric visited and my mind can still play out of what we had. I really don’t want to be thinking about him right now or any day but Every time I close my eyes, my mind betrays me, playing back the raw, frantic details of what we did on this very mattress. I am very silly. Honestly, I didn’t know I had this side of me. I can still feel his warm mouth dragging across my breast, the scraping heat of his teeth on my neck, and the heavy, crushing weight of his body pinning me down.My body is satisfied. Naya is quiet, thoroughly sated by the mating energy she craved for. But I hate it. I hate every single second of it. I smell like him, his scent is all over me.The bond between us has snapped back to life, tighter and more demanding than before right after the sex. It is so strong now that I can weirdly still taste the dark, woody ash of his scent on the back of my tongue. I want to hate him. I should hate him, and I do, but my mental s

—ELEANOR—— My body feels sore the minute I find myself awake and I wonder if I had done a three-man job in my sleep.I move around on my bed and then pause at the thought of me never going home last night, so the bed I'm on is definitely not mine.Oh right. Oh wait.The party, Arthur. I’m at Vanessa’s!My head hurts so badly, and I am trying to recall everything that went down last night so I know where to begin my day.Crap.Why did I drink so much?So much happened at that darn party.I look down at my body and let out an actual scream.Why the heck am I in a robe? I was in a dress last night.The door to the room opens and Arthur walks in holding a spatula and wearing an apron. His hair is tousled and he looks like he’s wrestling a bear.Okay, that’s new.“What! What’s wrong?” He asks, looking at me all worked up.“M-my dress,” I say. “Why am I in a robe?”He lets out a sigh of relief and his tensed shoulders drop.“I thought you were in danger, you screamed because of your robe?

—ARTHUR—-I don’t realize I’m gritting my teeth too tightly until Eleanor giggles at me and pokes my chin.“Are you hiding something in your mouth?”“Okay it’s enough, why don’t we just go to bed” I say, feeling stupid for letting my anger boil and simmer over.I was the fool who asked about Leon, so why am I getting mad?But thinking about it for the one hundredth time; she owes him everything? Just what did he do for her that I can’t top? Why is he her entire personality at this point?I sigh, pondering whether I should give up on my search for Leon. Whoever he is, he wins. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying to get Eleanor to love me.I need her to understand I want her to want me the way I want her and it’s not something I can do in one day. But I’ll get there. “I’m not sleepy,” Eleanor rebukes sighing, she places her chin firmly on my chest and starts looking straight into my eyes.“I’m bored.” She announces. “Go to sleep,” I mutter internally reprimanding myself b

—ARTHUR.-I swallow the jealousy burning in my throat as I help Eleanor out of the bath, her skin warm and damp beneath my steady hands. The steam clings to her like a second skin as I wrap a thick robe around her body, securing it snugly against the chill of the room.She’s awake now, but her eyes are glassy, her gaze unfocused, as if she’s moving through a dream. It’s not clear if she knows where she is or who’s beside her — maybe in her mind, it’s not me at all.In the bedroom, she collapses onto the bed, restless, tossing from side to side. Words spill from her lips in half-formed sentences, nonsensical and random… until they’re not.Her hangover will be merciless come morning, and she’ll probably remember none of this, none of the stumbling, none of the bath… none of the moment her voice softened in that drowsy haze and she mumbled a name I’ve grown to despise.Leon.The sound of it still clings to the walls in my head.I hate that bastard. I hate that he’s always one step ahead

—ARTHUR.-I’ve never seen Eleanor this drunk. Not once in all the years we’ve spent together as husband and wife. Not at weddings. Not at rowdy office parties where everyone else is swaying and spilling their drinks. Not even during those rare nights when we were alone and she might have let herself loosen up a little.She’s always so composed, so deliberate about her public image, the type of woman who holds a champagne flute for hours without ever actually emptying it. People probably think she’s allergic to alcohol, the way she avoids even the smallest sip. I’ve never questioned it—it was simply who she was.And now? Now she’s leaning heavily against me, her skin warm and flushed, her eyes glazed and struggling to focus. Her hair is damp from splashes of water she probably didn’t notice. The faint smell of wine clings to her breath. Something’s broken her tonight. Something strong enough to pull her past her own rules. My mind immediately goes to Brianna, to that simmering situati

—ELEANOR-I arrive back at Cassandra’s home with Arthur.He doesn’t let me get out of the car before he starts offering.“You can sleep over if you want I’ll leave, or I can drive you back to Cindy’s. You can make your decision now that my grandma’s not here”I sigh.“Thanks but I feel bad. I don’t think I’ll leave until she gets back. I ruined this dress and if I just leave like that. She’ll hate me”“Again. She’ll never hate you” He says.“Yeah right,” I scoff as I get out of the car.I almost stumble and fall flat on my face but thankfully I don’t. So I take off my shoes and push my heavy body towards the grey house.As I get inside the house I thank the heavens I haven’t left yet because why.. Cassandra has gotten her staff to prepare a bath for me and sleepwear.And if I had left all that and she found out Arthur and I are over. She’ll hunt me down.You can’t reject anything from Cassandra.“Thank you,” I say to one of the maids who watches me with a weird look.“What?” I narrow

—ELEANOR.-I feel bad. So bad. My chest is tight, my face is hot, and my breath comes out in short angry bursts as I scramble to sit up. I ignore Arthur’s stifled laugh and focus on getting my feet steady on the floor of the car. My hands clutch at the ruined silk of my dress, shaking slightly as I realize the damage.This isn’t just a tear. It’s a massacre. The delicate fabric is shredded up to my thighs, threads hanging loose like a cruel reminder of my humiliation.I’ve ruined a million-dollar dress.My fingers tremble as I gather what’s left of it around me. I don’t even have the energy to glare at Arthur anymore.Then Alex climbs into the car. His sudden presence startles me, and before I can say anything, his hands are on my dress— ripping.“What the hell are you doing?!” I scream, clutching the tattered fabric tighter around my body.“I’m helping,” he says flatly, as if he isn’t currently committing a crime against couture.“Are you crazy?” My voice rises an octave. I gape at