Novels by Natalia Chavez

Five years later...I woke up to the ringing of an alarm clock. Like always, it was Ondina's. She had a million of them set for every ten minutes. What for? I had no idea, but today, it wasn't just an annoyance. It was a painful reminder of the chaos that was about to erupt. Fire year old twins were a force of nature. The ringing of the alarm grew louder. I groaned, reaching for the snooze button, but a gentle hand stopped me. "Don't even think about it," Ondina murmured, her voice laced with a sleepy smile. "The monsters will be here any minute."I still couldn't believe I was married to a woman so beautiful. Her dark hair was a tangled mess against the silk pillow and her eyes were still heavy with sleep, but the warmth radiating from her was undeniable. She was, indeed, my everything, and now, carrying our third child, she possessed a radiant glow that made my heart ache with a love so strong it sometimes felt like a physical weight."Monsters?" I teased, pulling her closer. "I

RaphaelI was just finishing up paperwork she my office door opened and in walked Celeste. She swung her hips a little too hard and she smelled of expensive perfume."Raphy, darling," she purred, the word sounding like a hiss on her tongue. "So good of you to see me.""Celeste," I replied.I was already annoyed and just wanted together this over with. "I wasn't aware I had a choice. Your unannounced visit last night hardly left me one."She ignored the chairs and sat her ass on the edge of my desk. Her crimson lips curved into a practiced pout. "Oh, don't be like that, Raphy. I just wanted to see you. To catch up."My jaw tightened. "Catch up? By crashing into my home, heavily intoxicated, and physically assaulting my wife?"Her perfectly practiced pout faltered and was replaced by a flicker of annoyance. "Ondina was being dramatic. It was merely a little… disagreement with her.""A disagreement that involved you grabbing her hair and screaming about how she stole your life?" "He

RaphaelThis could not be happening. Not tonight. Not when Ondina was finally happy. She lunged herself forward, trying to wrap her arms around my waist but I stiff armed her in the forehead."Celeste," I whispered."How did you find our- that doesn't matter." Trying to keep my voice calm I stated."You need to leave.""Leave?" she shrieked, Loud enough for the entire house to hear her. "Leave? After everything? After you promised me forever? You were supposed to be mine, Raphy!"Ondina appeared behind me, her face a mask of confusion and then, registration."How the fuck did you get here?" Ondina positioned herself between me and Celeste."Ondina!" Celeste shrieked again, pointing a wobbly finger in her face. "You! How does it feel living MY life?! I was supposed to be Mrs. Lahsen! I was supposed to live in this house! I was supposed to-" before she could continue, Ondina pushed her in the chest."Back up or I'll call the police!" Before Celeste could launch into another tirade, An

Raphael"Are you sure we can pull this off, Raf?" she asked, her voice tight as she surveyed the mountain of unopened boxes in the living room."The movers have it all covered, my love. Don't stress. " I kissed her forehead."It's just, with it being the twins' birthday, and the family dinner... it's all happening so fast." I could understand why she would be overwhelmed.not only was the twins birthday, it was also moving day. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her beautiful curls. "Hey, breathe. We've got this, little flower. I'm here, aren't I? And besides, you're forgetting the cater we hired." She chuckled, some of the tension left her shoulders. "you're right. I'm over reacting. I need to calm down.""Exactly! Now, tell me, what's priority number one?""Getting Cam and Camie's play area set up. If they're happy, we're all happy." We exchanged smiles.She was right. Those two could bring the the sky down on us if they weren't happy, but they were the best kind of

MasonBreathing was becoming a task for me. Every breath hitched a ragged protest against the pain that I was feeling every day, but today... today was different. The air hung heavier. It was like I could feel my time running out. I knew. Today was the end, and Ondina words clung to my heart. "You're gonna die here, and no one will miss you." A sigh escaped my lips. I could tase the blood in my lungs. My vision was patchy and it burned to keep my eyes open. They had gotten used to the dark after months of being in it, but now, they were struggling against the glow of that one single bulb I hadn't know was there. Ondina forgot to turn it off and this was a new kind of torture.I was left here, visibly able to see just how far gone I was. In the dark, I couldn't see much detail of myself, but now, I could see everything. I was far from the man I used to be, and I had no one to blame but myself. Regret was a useless emotion now. A luxury I could no longer afford, but it was there and

OndinaHis face was gaunt, his eyes sunken and hollow. His hair was longer and his facial hair was unkept, like he hadn't shaves in months. His clothes were worn and filthy, clinging to his sickly frame. He looked like he hadn't eaten in months. He was looking up at her, his eyes wide with a flicker of... 'was it hope?'Ondina took a step back when the memories crashed down on her like a tidal wave of horror and pain.She could remember the fear, the sting of the restraints cutting into her skin, and the relentless torment. She could remember his cruel laughters as he had enjoyed her suffering and how he mocked her as she cried. The memory that paralyzed her the most was his haunting groans of Camilles name as he repeated it over and over again while he used her body for his own gratification. She remembered the agonizing pain of premature labor and the fear for her unborn children as the darkness swallowed her whole. She remembered every single detail.He had taken everything from he

Willow’s POV A faint smile touched his mouth, but it disappeared quickly. I could see the mental struggle in his face. Like despite the bond. Despite the past month. Despite every look between us… He still wasn’t sure if he had the right to touch me. That realization alone made something inside me soften dangerously. His thumb brushed once against my waist. “If I kiss you,” he said quietly. “I need to know you actually want me to.” My breath caught. There it was. Confidence stripped. Arrogance completely gone. And all that was left was vulnerability. Real vulnerability from a man who rarely showed it. And somehow that affected me more than anything else he’d done. I finally looked up at him fully. At the tension in his jaw. The restraint in his eyes. The hope he was trying very hard not to show. “You talk too much,” I whispered. Something warm flickered across his expression. Then his hand slid from my waist to my jaw carefully, giving me time. One last chance to p

Willow’s POV I stood in front of the full length mirror and examined myself. My wounds were nearly healed now, but unfortunately, scars were left in their place. I loosened the grip on my towel and gently allowed it to part, giving me a better view of my chest. The scars dragged over my collarbone and down the center of my chest, resting between my breasts like cruel reminders. My stomach tightened at the sight of them. You would think with our abilities to bend the elements, we could find a way to heal scars, but it didn’t work that way. If I were a healer, then maybe. But I wasn’t. I was a warrior. And somehow… that almost made it worse. I was a warrior who wasn’t strong enough to fight off one Lycan. It was something I thought of often. The second I’m healed and my magic is strong, I would commit myself to training harder. I would never fall again. I traced one of the scars lightly with my fingertips, completely submerged in my insecurities. I was too lo

High Priestess Sage’s POV Two years ago… “Again.” Aron groaned loudly enough to shake the leaves above us. “I did it already.” “You scorched three training dummies and nearly set Rowan’s boots on fire,” I replied. “That is not the same thing.” Pushed out a loud breath. “It should count.” “It does.” I stated, his face brightening. “As failure.” His jaw dropped. “You’re impossible.” I hid my smile and motioned for him to continue. The boy was talented. Far more talented than he realized. Most children his age struggled to maintain a steady flame. But not Aron. He could summon an inferno whenever his temper slipped. Unfortunately, his temper slipped often. Heat gathered around his palms causing the air to simmer. Fire spiraled upward in a controlled column before branching into three separate streams. They twisted around one another like dancing serpents. Better. Much better. The flames remained steady despite the frustration radiating from him.

Cyrus POV I sat at the bar. My head straight ahead, eyes down. Looking at the bottom of the glass I had already drank. I fanned my hand in the air, signaling the bartender for another refill. “I think you’ve had enough, bub.” I looked up like a small child caught in the act of mischief. I had expected the bartender, but instead, it was Raul. A full bearded round belly, old man who resemble what the humans called Santa Claus. A look of concern aged his face far beyond his wrinkles. He was like a father to me and owned this bar since before I was born. I looked up at him and frowned. “Just one more. Then I’ll be done.” I gave him my best sober face and with a sigh, he caved. He poured me one last double shot of whiskey howler, and warned me before he left. I chugged it. Things may have settled down with the rogues, and the Lycans appear to be getting used to the witches, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was brewing to the surface. Perhaps it was because o

Anastasia’s POV After my visit with Salffera, Dom arranged for her to return to the sanctuary. Of course, Benji was against it, but he didn’t have a say over it. Yes she was his mate and she had no intentions of rejecting him, but she still needed time to process what’s happened to her. It was in her best interest to do that amongst her own kind. The mental state she was currently in what heavily dependent on being surrounded by Lycans. After I got her settled into her new home at the sanctuary, I made sure to speak with Heather, the covens top Healer, about Salffera’s condition. Together, we came up with a routine that would help her get back on her feet. I wanted to make sure she was settling in okay and to reassure her that the protection spell I casted over the sanctuary would hold. When I approached her room she was sitting at her desk, staring at a cup of water. I could feel her longing. The emptiness it brought her, not being able to pull on her magic. My brows pull

Anastasia’s POV The way back to the castle was quick, but my mind made it drag. I couldn’t help but remember when I first discovered that my fated mate was a Lycan. If she was anything like I had once been… That truth alone might feel like a curse. The moment we got within the castle gates, I could feel her. It was as if a wave of complete sorrow and devastation had flooded my veins. I gasped, clutching my chest. Dom’s attention immediately went to me. I hadn’t expected it, so I didn’t soften the blow for him. ‘We are here.’ Dom reassured softly in my mind. Amos presence was just as soothing. I pulled on that to keep me grounded. I had left her here, alone. Of course this would be the state she was in. The moment the car stopped, I wasted no time. I didn’t need to ask where she was, I followed her. As I walked through the castle’s halls, everyone in my path bowed and greeted me. In the past, this would have bothered me and made me uncomfortable. But right now, Salffera