Novels by Young Adele

Alex’s POVI was standing behind the door, waiting for her to come in and immediately she steps into the office, I lock the door behind.I watch as the click of the lock makes her freeze in shock for a minute before she turns around to face me. She knows exactly what that sound means.It means privacy and freedom to do whatever I want. And I want to do a lot of things.To her, the lock sounds like the same way a trapped animal hears the hungry growl of it's predator. Good.She's looking at me with narrowed eyes, her hands fidgeting until she decides to put them on her hips, like she isn’t trembling underneath all that.My brave little girl. Brave and furious and cornered.“What are you doing? Unlock the door, Alexander.”Her voice is low and firm. I lean back against the door, watching her. She called me by my name. Really fearless.I'm taking my sweet time while I study her. I let my eyes drag over her. From her hair to her face, her tight silk blouse that were showing her nipples.

MELODY'S POVThe moment the plane touches down in San Francisco, I decide that Vegas was a fever dream. I tell myself it didn’t happen and even if it did, it was a mistake. A bad decision that will be left behind in a city designed to swallow people whole. I’m good at compartmentalizing. Always have been. That was why I did well at my job so I'll treat this situation just as I would a job I do not want.I will file it under: Do Not Repeat.The plan is simple. I’ll get an annulment, delete his number that he put on my phone, pretend none of it happened, and focus on salvaging what’s left of my life.Easy peasy. Except nothing’s ever easy.San Francisco feels colder than I remember or it might just be me.The whole buzz of bad decisions and reckless freedom I felt on the street of Vegas is gone and replaced with an ache in my chest and a headache I can’t shake off. I get home from the airport, drop my bag, and crawl into bed without unpacking. My phone stays off.I don’t want to see mes

Alex’s POVMy mornings always feel like punishment with the light being too bright and kind of exposing every mistake made under the cover if darkness but this morning, it doesn't feel that way because I wake up with a gorgeous woman by my side.Melody Jansen-Kincaid is laying in my arms and not a single goddamn regret.She’s half sprawled across my chest, one leg tangled with mine, hair a dark, messy halo on the pillow. The silk sheets are twisted around us, evidence of everything we did last night and a little of what we didn’t get around to because she fell asleep. I feel good. Really fucking good.There’s something about her I can't seem to place my hand on. Maybe is the way she moves or laughs. It might just be how beautiful she is and how each time she smiles, I feel my cock twitch.She was meant for me. I knew it the moment I saw her at that mixer. I saw it again when she stood in that awful chapel and told me “I do” without letting her thoughts win. And last night when she mo

Melody’s POVI don’t remember making the decision to walk to the chapel. One minute I’m at the hotel bar with a stranger who stares at me like I'm his next meal and the next I’m stumbling down the Strip, wedding dress snagging on the sidewalk, my champagne bottle now replaced with whiskey still clutched in my hand.Vegas is a ball of neon colors and poor decisions, and tonight I fit right in.The stranger who's name is Alexander Kincaid walks beside me like this is the most reasonable thing in the world. Hands in his pockets, suit immaculate and gaze sharp. He was the kind of man that looked like nothing fazed him. I was sure he could probably order a heist before breakfast and still make it to his 8 a.m. board meeting.I should be terrified but I’m not.Maybe it’s the booze. Maybe it’s the fury still crackling under my skin. Or maybe it’s the fact that for the first time in years, I’m not worried about being the responsible one. The planner or the perfect fiancée.That woman died ton

Alex’s POVI’m halfway through a bourbon I don’t want, standing by the elevator bank in my hotel lobby, when I see her.At first, I think I’m imagining it. Some kind of hallucination brought about by both exhaustion and unexplainable obsession. But no, it’s her. The brunette from last night’s mixer. The woman I couldn’t stop watching and sadly, my employee's fiancee. My hand clench at the thought of her belonging to another man. She has been occupying more of my headspace than I care to admit and she’s in a fucking wedding dress. Barefoot. Hair a little wild. A nearly empty bottle of Dom Pérignon dangling from one hand like a weapon and an emotional shield. The other hand lifts the edge of her beaded, silk train as she strides through the lobby like she owns the place. Or like she’s about to burn it to the ground. I can't tell which.I notice as heads turn and people stare. A bellman drops a luggage cart to gawk while a middle-aged couple pauses mid-conversation, the wife’s mouth fal

Melody’s POVMy phone won’t stop buzzing.Right now, I’m supposed to be finalizing the seating chart for tomorrow. My wedding with Rick is tomorrow and it was just great that it was tied to Rick’s work trip in order to save some money. A Vegas chapel with a tasteful cocktail reception at the hotel ballroom isn't such a bad idea although it isn't exactly the wedding of my dreams, but it was practical. I sit cross-legged on the suite’s overstuffed couch, my laptop balanced on one knee, half-drained mimosa in my hand. The bridal train went down for drinks. I stayed back, claiming a headache, but really, I just needed a minute.A minute before I became Mrs. Rick Browning and to make sure everything for tomorrow goes well.I shut my phone off to focus on the tasks I have to do but soon enough I need to check something out on the phone and so I turn it back on and immediately it starts to buzz again. It starts with one notification then from there it starts to spiral totally. I open my te

Lizzy's POVAs I slowly woke up in the cozy warmth of our tent, my body still ached from the tiresome labor. I struggled to piece together the hazy memories of the long night. I only remembered being hovered above but Joan and the women before I finally succumbed to the beacon of the anesthesia I had been given. But as my eyes focused, I saw Alpha Gerald standing near me, his strong arms cradling a bunch of clothing and it took me a while to realize that it was our child. Our precious baby. A mix of excitement and exhaustion washed over me, and tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I was a mother. I had built my own family.Gerald turned towards the bed when he heard some movements and the sound of my sobbing and I saw his face light up as his eyes met mine and he walked to the bedside. As he came closer, I could see that his eyes too were filled with unshed tears and it made me even tear up the more."She's here, Lizzy," Gerald whispered as he came to sit on the bed, his voice laced w

Gerald's POVIt felt like an eternity since the labor started. I had been preparing to go hunting with some of the rouge's turned park members when Joan had come running to me and I had left everything to go to her but soon I was sent out of the tent. Lizzy's excruciating screams resonated through the camp, sending shivers down my spine. I paced frantically outside the tent as Joan and a few other women were tending to her. The faces of the women that were outside with me, were etched with worry, mirroring the concern that gnawed at my own heart. But I had to remain strong.I glanced at the male pack members, their eyes filled with anxiety. Ethan, the leader of the rogue park stood beside me, his firm gaze fixed on the tent. We shared a silent understanding - the well-being of our new pack was intertwined with the happiness and health of Lizzy and our newborn.The piercing cries grew louder, and I could barely contain my impulse to storm into the tent and alleviate Lizzy's pain. Yet,

Life in the woods became a seamless routine filled with love and support. Despite the challenges we faced, we remained resilient, constantly looking out for one another. We had each other's backs, knowing that together, we could overcome anything. Even the nightly creatures if they came to look for us and find it by para venture.As the days went by, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. On several occasions, I caught glimpses of shadows lurking in the trees, their presence sending chills down my spine. But I refused to let fear consume me. As long as they kept their distance, I was determined to focus on the happiness and safety of our pack. I wanted to mention it too Gerald and Joan on several occasions but I changed my mind as I didn't want to burden them with thinking we were being watched especially as I didn't know for sure and it turned out to be just paranoia.One evening, while Joan and I sat around the campfire, cooking dinner and waiting for Gerald to ret

The icy wind cut through the Mayflower clan, matching the somber atmosphere that hung heavy in the air. Ever since the news of my pregnancy had spread, the town had become consumed with fear and uncertainty. Whispers followed me wherever I went, and the worried glances from the werewolves increased day by day. I had absolutely no idea that birthing a halfbreed would bring about challenges and even if I did I possibly couldn't have foreseen the extent of it at all. It seemed as though everyone was fixated on the idea that our child would be unable to control their blood lust, causing a rift in the very fabric of our peaceful community but the basis of there fear was not even proven as in recent years.Restless nights turned into sleepless weeks, and each day brought new concerns as I waited for Gerald to make up his mind concerning the solution of me running away from the clan and going somewhere far away. Even in the privacy of Alpha Gerald and I's bedroom, I couldn't shake off the

The next morning, as the sunlight gently filtered through our windows, illuminating the room, we woke up to face the challenges ahead. Over breakfast, we delved into a heartfelt conversation, sharing our hopes, fears, and ideas for how to navigate this delicate situation. I didn't even have an appetite but I had to eat something for the baby."It's crucial that we engage with the community," Gerald suggested, his voice calm and assured. "We must educate those who hold misconceptions and challenge their outdated beliefs. By fostering understanding and spreading awareness, we can encourage acceptance and embrace the diversity within our pack."I nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of determination. "We could organize events or workshops, where we invite members of the community to learn more about our child and our beliefs. Open dialogue and interactions might help bridge the gap and dispel their fears."Gerald smiled warmly, impressed by my suggestion. "That's an excellent idea, Lizzy

The day Joan returned from her travels, she arrived at my doorstep in a state of panic. I was sitting at the balcony, receiving some fresh air when she practically ran into me. It was evident that something had shaken her to the core, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in her demeanor. I welcomed her inside, concern etched across my face."Lizzy, why don't you ever listen to me," Joan said, her voice trembling. "I told you to keep your pregnancy a secret until I arrived even from Gerald but what did you do? You went ahead not to tell only Gerald, but the whole effing clan!" She quiet screamed me while looking around frantically.I guided her to the living room, offering her a seat on the comfortable couch. Her behavior was making me panic too but I tried my best to act cool and collected "What's the matter, Joan?" I asked gently, trying to steady my own racing heart. "You seem distressed that I told the clan about my pregnancy. I didn't see any reason why it should be k