Novel-novel oleh Ryder Alegria

Daciana’s P.O.V I stood there, staring at Historia.She had my mother's face. Every line of it. The shape of her nose, the sharpness of her jaw, and the way her eyes held steady even when they were soft.Her words were still ringing in my ears, but only one question made it to the tip of my tongue.“How?”She smiled. “Same parents.”“I know how siblings work.” I crossed my arms. “I mean, how is it even possible? Her parents died in the war, yet you're standing here, the same age as me.”Disappointment moved across her face. It was brief and quiet. But I saw it. “I see she never told you,” she said.“Told me what?”“Your mother's people,” she held my gaze. “They're alive, Daciana.”I looked at her for a long moment. Then I laughed. It came out wrong, too sharp and too hollow, but I couldn't stop it.I shook my head. “I don't know where you've been, but the Frost demons are long gone.”She frowned. “We're not demons. And neither are you.”“You know nothing about me.” I turned for the

Daciana’s P.O.V The second howl shattered whatever hope I had left. I heard it from Milton's office. That long agonizing howl of mourning. The room suddenly felt too small, too quiet, and too difficult to breathe in. My hands trembled as I walked back and forth the room's length. Amelia. The image of her frosting covered face flashed through my face. Her smile while we celebrated her birthday not so long ago. A sob climbed up my throat. But I crushed it before it could escape. Amelia isn't dead. She couldn't be. I was still lost in my thoughts when the office door opened and Milton walked in with Adam and Davies by his side. I rushed up to him and threw my arms around his neck in an embrace. He was warm, but the rapid beat of his heart worried me. I pulled away, barely locking eyes with Adam before turning back to Milton. “I heard the howl,” I said softly. “Is she…” “No.” His voice was firm. “It wasn't Amelia.” The breath left my lungs so quickly my knees nearly gave

Milton’s P.O.VFor a second, I couldn't breathe. Adam’s words echoed in my head in the room's silence.“We couldn’t find her.”That sentence made no sense. I didn’t ask him to find her. Amelia was waiting for him in my office. She wasn’t the kind of child reckless enough to wander into trouble. Especially when advised against it.I turned to Daciana. She looked calm, but I could feel the chaos in her heart. My wolf growled deep inside me, unsettled by her stillness.“What do you mean, you can't find my sister?” Daciana finally spoke.Adam glanced between the both of us before responding to her. “Milton asked me to meet her in his office. She was waiting for me there.”“And?” She stepped forward.“His office was empty. I've searched the entire floor, but there's no sign of her.”I moved toward the door, thinking of a solution to a matter this delicate. Daciana followed closely behind me, but I stopped her.“I can't have you disappearing too,” I said. She frowned and moved past me.“My

Milton's P.O.VAbout an hour after Daciana left the office, Adam knocked on the door and walked in before I could say a word.He wore a deep frown on his face. The kind a father gives his son after making a terrible decision.“What were you thinking?” he asked, planting both palms on the desk. “You're letting her go back to her pack?”I leaned back in my chair. “Would you have me stop her?”“Yes!” The word came out harsher than he intended.I raised a brow.Adam exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down before taking the seat across from me.“She can't go back there.”“Yes, she can,” I replied evenly. “They're her people and they need her.”Adam gave a bitter laugh. “Her people are dead.” A short silence followed, then he continued. “You're so focused on getting in between her pants that you can't even tell her the truth.”I shot to my feet and slammed both hands on the desk. “Not another word,” I growled. “I could have your throat ripped out for that attitude.”Adam stood as well

Daciana’s P.O.VI didn’t know much about my mother's pendant. To me, it had always been nothing more than an accessory. A part of her I could hold on to when everything else fell apart.Now, I wasn’t sure what it was anymore.Adam didn’t say a single word. The silence between us was louder than the empty hallway we stood in.I pressed forward, hoping to catch a hint of anything in his eyes, but there was nothing. His expression was unreadable, a wall I couldn’t see through, and impossible to tell what he was thinking.Finally, he laughed. That deep, shallow laugh I loved about him. Only this time, it sounded like it was dragged out of him.“Daciana,” he murmured as he leaned into me..I took a step back before I could think and watched as he took control of the situation.“What are you talking about?” He asked. He had this edge to his voice that sent a chill down my nerves.My breath hitched, and then came fear, clawing its way up my throat. I breathed and forced my voice to be steady

Daciana's P.O.VMilton had a little party organised to celebrate Amelia’s birthday. It turned out she'd been pestering him about since we returned from the fight.“You didn't have to,” I said, but he scoffed.“Are we going to let our problems come in the way of her happiness?” He asked, watching her giggle and run circles around Cersei.I sighed. “You're right. Today is about her. Not me, not you. Just her.”I walked up to her and joined in Cersei's pursuit to give her a bath.She saw the opening, and scrambled to Milton, hiding behind him.“You're not going to catch me,” she giggled heartily.To her surprise, Milton swooped her off her feet and handed her over to me.“That's cheating,” she bickered, feeling betrayed by the man she'd grown so awfully close to.“I beg to differ,” I smiled as I took off her clothes and carried her to the shower.She insisted she'd shower on her own, and asked that Cersei and I gave her privacy. I smiled at her request, and obliged.Milton wasn't in the

Her first time in a bar was nothing like Chloe had imagined.Instead of stale beers and cigarette smoke, the room carried the crisp aroma of freshly cut fruits and herbs.She looked around. The bar counter sat only a few steps from the entrance, and beside the two men nursing a bottle of scotch between them, the place was almost empty.“This is my favourite spot,” Daniel said softly behind her.“It looks expensive.”Daniel smiled. “It's nothing.”They settled onto two stools at the counter. The bartender, a young man around their age, walked over with an easy smile.“IDs?” He asked.“We're not that young, Chris,” Daniel chuckled, leaning over the counter to shake his hand.Chloe looked between them.“This is Chris,” Daniel said. “Friend of mine.”Chris extended a hand, but Chloe hesitated before she took it.He looked at her like he could see through every layer of clothing she wore. It was the second time today she felt such an ugly gaze, it made her skin crawl. His tongue swept bri

Harvey's breath came in short gasps, his hands tangled in Chloe's hair, holding her firm but gently.Her tongue traced his veiny length, her head bobbing up and down as his cock hit the back of her throat.Her free hand cupped and stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, and she took him deeper into her mouth, he throbbed and pulsed against her tongue.She pulled him out and gasped, a breathless moan escaping his lips as his head fell back against the chair.“Chloe…” Harvey groaned, his voice sending a fresh wave of heat down her thighs.She twisted her hand around his dick, working up and down in a slow deliberate rhythm. Her eyes stayed on him, the way his body jerked with every tight stroke of her hand.She spat on it, letting it roll down him before slowly licking it up with one flick of her tongue. Then she put it back in her mouth, one hand on his thigh and the other playing with his balls.Between every slow suck on his dick, she would steal a glance at his face. His eyes screwed

“Oh my God! Your dad is so annoying.”Rachel stepped into the room, still looking back over her shoulder.“I don't know how you survived having to listen to him for…”She finally turned around and the rest of her sentence disappeared. Harvey was standing beside the bed, and Chloe sat frozen against the headboard.Rachel's smile faded.This was the second time she'd walked in on them alone, and she hated that she'd started noticing.“Dad, why are you here?”Harvey glanced at Chloe, but she quickly looked away.“I came to check on Chloe,” he said. “Richard's visit wasn't exactly easy.”Rachel rolled her eyes. “He's such a jerk.”She clapped a hand over her mouth quickly and stared at Chloe looking at her.“You don't have to apologise for him,’ Chloe said, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. “He’s been a jerk all my life.”“At least that's one thing he's consistent with,” Rachel smiled as she approached the bed.Chloe looked at her, and for a second, a real smile almost appeared

Chloe stepped toward her father. “What do you mean you're suing Mom?”Richard's mouth curved. “She's trying to cut me out of the company we built together.”“Together?” Chloe crossed her arms. “Right.”Her father wasn't delighted with her tone. He rose to his feet and closed the distance to his daughter.“I gave your mother everything. And now she thinks she can walk away from this marriage and leave me with nothing?”His jaw tightened. “I'll be damned if I let that happen.”Chloe’s arms pulled in around herself, her eyes flickering once towards Rachel. Rachel stepped forward, but Harvey’s hand caught her before she could get far.“Dad.”Harvey shook his head. “This is between them.” He glanced at Chloe. “We're going to give them some privacy.”He nudged his daughter up the stairs, leaving Chloe and Richard alone in the living room.They stood in silence for a while. “Are you really on her side?” Richard asked with furrowed brows.“There are no sides, Dad. That's just what happened.”

He was gentle with his hands. Too gentle. And maybe it was because of his wounds, but Harvey moved like he was afraid of something. She felt it in the way he held her hip. It was firm enough to show he wanted this, yet loose enough to let go. Her lips were warm, a sharp contrast to the metallic taste on the side of his. She dug her hands into his hair and pulled him close, relentless as he pressed back into her. “Harvey,” she whispered in his mouth, but he kissed her quiet. His right hand stayed on her hips. The other slipped underneath the hem of her dress and brushed against the aroused peak of her breasts. A breathless moan escaped her lips. She tried to get closer, but Harvey flinched, his right hand going briefly to his ribs. He drew back from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed. “Do you trust me?” He asked. Chloe nodded. He got up slowly, favoring his right side, and lifted her onto the table. The surface was cold through her dress. He parted he

As Chloe followed Harvey down the hallway to his office, her heart refused to settle.She had never been called in like this before. Not by him. Harvey barely ever raised his voice at anyone. Yet the closer they got to his office, the more she feared he would. He didn't say it often, but she knew Harvey trusted her more than his own daughter. And that knowledge made it only worse.She could have stopped the party, but she didn't. Because somewhere along the line, she'd told herself it would be harmless. “Close the door behind you.”Harvey's voice was low and strained.Chloe obeyed, pushing the door shut with a soft click. When she turned, she froze at the sight of him.Harvey had his back to her, shrugging out of his shirt. Her breath caught. But then he turned, and her heart dropped to her stomach.There was a thick bandage wrapped around his side. It was stained through with blood that Chloe wondered how his shirt had remained clean.“You’re hurt,” she whispered, rushing forward