Novels by Liana evadne

Hazel stood frozen, watching Callan kiss another woman. Her wolf, Crimson, whimpered in pain. A sharp ache bloomed in her chest, but she clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. this was what indeed so painful, damn the mate bond If Callan didn’t want her, he should have rejected her immediately. He should have left her to die in the hands of Damien for her soul to be taken ,rather than let her suffer this humiliation.Fine. If he wasn’t going to reject her now, she would give him a piece of her mind, she wasn't going to be letting she and her wolf betrayed, hurt and whatever. moreover how is she mated to callan, Damien was yet to actually reject her but the mate bond had suddenly broken the moment she was betrayed, everything is so weird.Taking a deep breath, Hazel stormed toward them. it's now or never, she can't keep running and hiding, this time she's going to say her mind "Hi, hey and hello" Hazel said, her voice sharper than intended.Callan pulled away from Mi

“M-Mate? There’s no way that’s possible,” Hazel stammered, stepping back. Her heart pounded. The Moon Goddess couldn’t have given her a new mate. Not after she almost died at Damien’s hands.“Yes, mate,” Callan said simply, sipping from his glass of whiskey. His voice was deep, smooth, and almost amused.Hazel shook her head. “No, that’s not possible.”Callan tilted his head, watching her closely. Then, out of nowhere, he chuckled.“Perhaps you’re right. After all, I have been mateless for centuries. And yet, you—” he suddenly burst into laughter.Hazel narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”“The Moon Goddess,” Callan said, setting down his drink. He walked toward her slowly.Hazel’s breath hitched. She stepped back instinctively. Her heart raced in her chest.One step. Another.He kept coming closer, and she kept retreating. Then, suddenly—Her back hit the wall.Callan bent down slightly, bringing his face level with hers. His scent—fresh pine, smoky leather, and something dangerousl

The night was cold and filled with danger. The dark mist moved around Hazel’s body, wrapping her like a prison. Her skin was icy, her breaths shallow. The ritual was meant to take everything from her—her life, her soul, her very existence. But something was wrong. It wasn't happening, even in her unconscious state, she still felt very much alive.A bright silver light cut through the darkness. It pushed the mist away, making it shrink back. Strong hands lifted Hazel off the ground, holding her close. A deep voice muttered something, but she was too weak to understand.Callan held her tightly, his heart pounding. His pendant, shaped like a half-moon, glowed softly. Its light fought back the dark magic in the air. He had come just in time. His wolf growled inside him. Why does she feel so important? and why was her voice able to wake him up from his usual deep slumber. she was a stranger, yet something in him refused to leave her behind. He had to protect her. The way he felt was weird

After going around and collecting fake congratulations from everyone, Hazel thought that nothing could ruin the perfect day. The wedding had gone off without a hitch. It had been beautiful, and she felt like she was finally free from the pain of her past. It was her wedding night, the beginning of a new life.But things were about to change in a way Hazel couldn’t have imagined.The night was supposed to be perfect. Damien had promised to mark her, to claim her as his. Hazel had dreamed of this moment, the moment when she would finally belong to him. But now, as they sat on the bed together, her heart was pounding with anticipation.“I’ll be right back,” Damien said, standing up suddenly. Hazel blinked, surprised.“What? Where are you going?” she asked, trying to hide the confusion in her voice.“I just need to use the bathroom,” Damien said, his tone soft but quick. Hazel nodded, trying not to let her disappointment show. She had waited so long for this moment.He walked out of the r

It had been two days since Hazel stopped cleaning the floors and scrubbing dishes in the dark, cold corners of the packhouse, and being treated like shit by lady Celeste and Selena and for the first time in her life, at least since her parents were killed, she had a room to herself—one with a soft bed and a window that let in the golden light of morning. The change was so sudden, so unbelievable that it still didn’t feel real. But today was the day. Today was the wedding. A day she never thought would ever be happening to her, but it really was.She stood by the window, staring out at the courtyard, watching the pack members bustle around, preparing for the ceremony. The air was full of excitement, but for Hazel, it felt like an endless storm of emotions, joy, fear, and a sense of disbelief. How could this really be happening to her? She has asked herself for the hundredth time today.The door creaked open behind her, and she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Are you rea

Hazel followed Damien down the hall, her head lowered and her hands trembling. She felt the weight of the pack’s glares burning into her back, even though the corridor was now empty. The Alpha’s sudden defense of her had left her confused, frightened, and even more unsure of her place.Damien stopped abruptly and turned to her. “Look at me.”Hazel hesitated, clutching her tattered dress.“Hazel,” Damien said firmly. “Look at me.”Slowly, she raised her head, her wide eyes meeting his.“You are not a slave anymore,” he said, his voice steady but intense. “You are my mate. Do you understand what that means?”She blinked, struggling to process his words. “I... I don’t belong here,” she whispered. “I’m just an omega... the daughter of—”“Stop,” Damien interrupted, his tone sharp. “You are not defined by your past. I don’t care what anyone says. The Moon Goddess chose you for me, and I will honor that choice.”Hazel’s lip quivered. “But the pack—”“The pack will learn to respect you,” Dami